Page 93 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

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Standing at the oversized window, I marveled the lush grass and trees surrounding the luxury cabin in Denali. Collin wanted total seclusion on our night away before we jetted off to Maui, Hawaii, for our honeymoon.

His arms slipped around my waist from behind. “It’s beautiful here. Are you sure you don’t want to spend our honeymoon here?”

“No, Collin. I’ve never been to Hawaii. I look forward to sunbathing on the beach right next to you.”

His tongue slid across the side of my neck. “Kara, I’ve longed for this day. You becoming my wife.”

His big, strong arms surrounded us. My fingers caressed his hands. Turning in his arms, I stared into his beautiful brown eyes under his thick brown brows. I slid my finger down his tanned pointy nose and over his slender pink lips. Maybe I was a little obsessed with his handsome face. Clutching his bearded angular jaw, I crushed his lips. My tongue darted out of my mouth, slicking over the peek of hair under his bottom lip. His fingers slipped the tiny buttons through the loops on the back of my dress.

“Good thing we’re already pregnant, because if I wasn’t, I’d surely be after tonight.”

He flashed a pearly white smile. “Oh, baby, there’s no doubt you would have.” Collin slid the embroidered short sleeves down my arms. Leaning down, his lips brushed the soft skin on my shoulder.

He grabbed my hand and kissed the heavy ten carat ring.

“Collin, I would’ve been happy with a wedding band.”

His lips traced over the three diamond studded platinum bands. “Kara, I know, but I wouldn’t have. A queen deserves the very best in life. A man like your father surely taught you that.”

“He did. That’s why I don’t have debt. Everything I own is paid for.”

He grinned. “Exactly, I will ensure you and our daughter are always well taken care of.”

Collin’s fingers grazed my tender nipples through my lace bra. Clutching his bulging biceps, my breath caught in my throat. He unhooked my bra and snatched it off of me and threw it over his shoulder.

“Collin, I’m so hot for you right now.” My chest rose, and fell against his soft lips, wrapped around my areola.

“Baby, fuck me now.”

“Kara, not yet.”

I yanked his tuxedo jacket down his arms and my fingers worked quickly over the vest buttons. “Shit, right now. My pulsing pussy’s begging to be touched, sucked, and fucked,” I whimpered.

Collin tore his vest and jacket off, throwing them to the floor. He dropped to his knees. “Sweetheart, you forgot licked.”

His teeth grazed across the expensive gown. Collin slipped the dress over my belly. The gorgeous fabric pooled around my feet. His nose swept along my lower belly as I tugged at his perfectly moussed hair. Gliding my fingers through his hair, I searched for the lustrous curls I loved.

“Collin, don’t play games today of all days. On my wedding day.” My nose wiggled.

“Why would I do that?” He sucked my hip.

“You know why. You enjoy torturing me. Please remove my wedding dress.”

Gripping his shoulders, I lifted one foot and then the other. Collin tossed my dress on a nearby chair.

His fingers traced over my red bottom, studded gold stilettos, then up my legs. He caressed my pale blue, pantie, lace covered ass. My body tingled under his touch. I shoved my panties down my hips, stepped out of the skimpy material, pushing them aside. Without him asking, I widened my stance.

His lips sank into my soaked labia, pulling my clit into his mouth. A shock wave shot through my body, I caught his hair between my fingertips, moaning.

“God, Collin, I love you so much.”

“My beautiful, Kara, I love every inch of you.”

He sucked harder, gripping my ass, he lowered me to the floor. “Spread those legs, baby. I want to swallow every drop of your sweet cum.”

My hands pressed against my shaky thighs, stretching them open.

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