Page 25 of Her Wedding Night

“You like that, bunny?”

She nods warily.

Relief floods through me. I can make it good for her. I lean over her more, bracing my forearm beside her so I can hold hershoulder, give her something to push against. “That’s it, then. Rub yourself on me.”

She rocks her hips, and on the second slide, a hint of slickness coats the underside of my cock.

“Good girl. Get wet for me,” I breathe. Then I lift my voice enough that the others can hear. “This is what I’m paying for. Gonna take my time with this sweet virgin pussy.”

That flicker of uncertainty is back in her eyes. Fuck me. Every time the reality of us being watched intrudes, she retreats from me.

No more of that. No more of them.

Until someone fucking shoots me, this is just her and me and whatever we can make of this.

“It’s been a long time for me, sweetheart,” I mutter under my breath. “And you feel incredible. If I explode all over you, it isn’t personal.”

Her wary expression immediately turns to delight, and the corners of her mouth twist up as she laughs quietly. “Pretty sure this is as personal as it gets.”

“Yeah.” I shift my grip on her shoulder, my thumb curling around the side of her neck, and I hunch myself over her even more, shielding her completely from their view.

Her breath is uneven now, hitching every time her clit rubs against the tip of my cock.

I drag my gaze down her body, over the fluffy white fabric and the blue bikini top underneath it, to where the costume gives way to bare skin. To where my cock is pressed hard between her pussy lips.

Her pulse jumps against my touch.

The longer I stare at where we’re joined, the faster that flutter at the base of her throat races.

“Gabriel,” she whispers. Her hips are moving frantically now.

I don’t look away.

“Show me how you come,” I growl.

The hot slide of her cunt against my cock will haunt me until the day I die. After this electric moment, I will never take another woman in my bed. I won’t be able to. All I will have is this incomplete moment and the tight squeeze of my fist, and that will be enough. Lucy is all I need.

“I can’t…” she twists her face.

My pretty little bunny is so close, but she can’t get there.

I push up enough to slide my hand down from her neck, over her small breasts and quivering belly, to where she’s wet for me.

My fingers find her clit.

Her body goes taut, swirling a dark mix of desire and need straight up my arm and into my brain.

Make her come.

Make her come.

Make her?—

She jolts, and then her clit throbs, a hard, unmistakable pulse that triggers another and another. Slick spills out of her, coating my cock, and she cries out.

Loud.

A desperate need to keep that stunning, beautiful sound all to myself rises. I gather her into my arms and crush her mouth against mine.

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