Page 46 of Keeping Kaitlyn

“I don’t know how to walk in high heels,” I confess. “I didn’t want to end up falling on my face, halfway down the aisle.”

“That’s okay.” Lifting my foot, Went gives me one of his devastating grins. “Neither do I.” Cupping the heel of my boot, he gives it a tug, sliding it off before tossing it aside. Making quick work of the other one, he steps back to remove his suit jacket. Dropping it on the floor, he kicks off his own shoes before reaching up to loosen his tie, the hard length of his cock straining against the front closure of his pants, so big I feel my heart stutter in my chest.

“Now what are you doing?” I ask while I slide myself to the edge of the bed. The frame is so high off the ground, my feet don’t even touch the floor.

Giving me a smirk, Went removes his cufflinks, one by one. “Now, I’m going to finish what I started.”

“Uh un…” Giving his earlier words back to him, I push myself off the bed to stand in front of him. Reaching up, I start to unbutton his dress shirt, revealing his beautifully inked skin, inch by agonizingly slow inch. “I seem to remember someone promising to fuck my mouth in the dress I married him in.” Shirt open, I tug it loose from his waistband before sliding my hands up his ribcage and over his heavily muscled pecs to push it off his shoulders. “Beforehe made me come in it.”

When I say it, his brow furrows. “Sunshine?—”

He’s about to tell me that he was just kidding or that I don’t have to but I don’t give him the chance. Stepping into him, I reach up to smooth my hands over his shoulders again, digging my fingers into the wide, tattooed plank of them. “I want to…” Tracing one of the countless swirls of color that covers his pec with the tip of my tongue, I remember the first time he let me do this. How nervous I felt. How oblivious we both were to what we were starting.

Weeks ago.

How can it be that the first time I did this was just a few weeks ago. It seems longer. It feels like I’ve known Went for a lifetime. Loved him even longer than that.

When I nudge one of the rings he has pierced through his nipples with the tip of my tongue, he lets out a soft hiss. Lifting my gaze to find him looking down at me, I do it again, intentionally this time before closing my mouth around it completely to give it a sharp, sucking tug with my lips and teeth.

“Fuuuck.” Lifting his hands, Went fists them in my hair, knocking pins and flowers loose while I do it again before licking and biting my way down the hard slats of his abs, slowly lowering myself to my knees. “Kait…”

“I want to.” Reaching up, I open the front closure of his pants. Finding the zipper, I pull it down. Pants open, I slip my hands into the waistband of his boxers, working them down around his hips, revealing the engorged head of his cock, pressed against his stomach, pre-cum leaking steadily from its tip.

Before I can wrap my hands around the shaft of it and pull it free, the fingers Went has wrapped in my hair, tighten into fists. Pulling my head back, forcing me to look up at him, I feel my pussy clench when I see the look of stark, raving hunger in his devil black eyes. “Give me your hand.”

Lifting one of my hands, I offer it to him, my eyes never leaving his. Untangling one of his hands from my hair, Went snags my wrist and pulls my middle fingers into his mouth, tongue licking and swirling along and between them. Getting them wet before he lets me go.

Without being told, I slip my hand under the lace of my wedding dress and press them into the juncture of my thighs. Nudging my panties further to the side, I push deeper, my wet fingers sliding past my entrance to bury themselves in my slick, swollen pussy. When I let out a sharp gasp, Went groans hisapproval before wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. “Open your mouth.”

On my knees in front of him, rough fingers wrapped in my hair, I do as he says. Opening my mouth while I finger fuck my own pussy, Went flexes his hips, pushing the head of his cock past my open lips. The salty taste of him, sliding against my tongue pulls another, deeper moan up the length of my throat while I lick and suck every part of him I can reach.

“Christ.” He hisses it, dark gaze centered on my mouth while he rolls his hips again. “Relax your jaw for me, Sunshine...” The cords of Went’s neck tighten, and that dark gaze of his goes dull when I soften my jaw on another moan, to accommodate his size. “Good girl…” The last of it gets lost on a groan when the head of his cock hits the back of my throat. “Fuck…” The rock and flex of his hips picks up speed, fucking himself into my mouth, harder and deeper with every thrust. “So fucking good...”

Tears stinging the corners of my eyes, I whimper, deep-throating his cock while the wet, filthy sounds of my fingers moving between my thighs stains my cheeks, my own orgasm twisting and spiraling tighter and higher with every pump of his hips.

Without warning, the hand wrapped around my hair pulls me to my feet, Went’s cock sliding out of my mouth with a wet suction sound. Rough hands fit themselves under my arms and lift me, putting me back where I started, sitting on the edge of the bed. “What?—”

Before I can ask what happened, what I did wrong, Went is inside me on a hard, deep stroke that sends a sharp gasp clawing up the length of my throat. “I don’t want to come in your mouth…” It comes out harsh and guttural, each word punctuated by the sound of his hips slapping against my inner thighs. “I want to comeright here.” Slipping a hand between us, Went finds the place where we’re joined to press his thumbagainst my slick, swollen clit while his other hand pushes itself into my hair again. “I want to feel your pussy tighten around my cock while I make you come…” Gripping and pulling, he angles my mouth under his, pinning his devil black gaze to mine, hips pumping hard and fast enough to bruise.

“Yes…” Arms and legs flung around him, I hang on for dear life, teetering on the edge of release.

“You’re my wife,” he growls down at me, eyes still pinned to mine.

“Yes…” My fingers dig into the back of his neck, the pressure and heat of the orgasm barreling down on me so heavy and hot, I’m nearly blinded by it.

“Say it.”

“I’m your wife.”

Went finds my mouth with his, tongue sweeping in to tangle with mine, just as my pussy clenches tight. I start to shake while he buries himself inside me on a groan, his cock jerking and spasming deep inside me while we come together.

TWENTY-SIX

WENTWORTH

2019

I wakeup to a slew of text messages—most of them sent before sunrise. One from Kait—we don’t have to go to dinner if you don’t want to. I understand that you only asked me because Ryan was watching.

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