Page 76 of King of Deception

I cry out a small protest but he only grins again, shucking his pants down his thighs.

His tie is still tied, tossed over his shoulder, his shirt buttoned as he sinks inside me, stretching me, filling me. Our eyes are locked in the mirror, but as he bottoms out, mine close.

He feels so good.

I reach back, stroking my fingers over his hip, wanting to feel more of his skin.

“Bella,” he groans, bending down close to my ear. “You’re going to make me cum in a flash if you keep touching me like that.”

“I love your skin,” I sigh back. “I can’t get enough.”

He rumbles in my ear, pumping into me, as he wraps his hand around my front, fingering my clit.

I see stars as intense pleasure courses through me. How does he do it? How does he turn me into this woman who doesn’t care about anything other than his touch?

He manages to push even deeper into me, my whimpers of pleasure filling the bathroom as my legs tremble from the building orgasm.

My hair is pooled in the sink, my face twisted in pleasure as he pulls out and then quickly thrusts back in, sending me over the edge.

I scream as the orgasm rockets through me. But he doesn’t pause. With almost punishing precision, he pumps in and out of me, several quick thrusts that have him spitting and cursing until I feel him break, his guttural moan hissed in my ear as he fills me with his cum.

We stay like that, bent over the sink, for at least a minute until we finally push up. “Crap,” I mutter as I look at myself in the mirror. He’s made a complete mess of me.

He only laughs. “You’ve never looked more gorgeous.”

“I cannot meet your mother like this,” I protest, my eyes going wide. My makeup is smudged, my hair a mess, and don’t even get me started on the dress. I can’t wear it. It looks like it was tossed into a puddle and then wrung out.

“Fix your hair,” he kisses my shoulder several times. “I’ll pick out a new dress.”

“Something your mother will approve of,” I call. “At least make it good enough that she’ll remember my name.”

Gris stops in the door again, and then crosses back to me. “She isn’t forgetting your name, luv, and she’s going to love you. She’s been praying for one of us to marry for actual years. You are an answer to her prayers.” And then he strokes my jaw, turning my face to kiss me.

He’s gone a moment later, as I shuck off the dress and clean myself up, at least my face. I’m going to dinner with his familywith cum on my thighs but I’m not worrying about that. I know Gris did it on purpose.

He comes back in with a different strapless dress, just as I’m reapplying my gloss. This one is a pale blue that is knee length instead of past the knee.

It shows more skin, but it should be all right. I don’t say a word as he maneuvers it over my head, zipping it into place.

“Ready,” he says, his fingertips sliding down my arm.

“Ready,” I answer, the nerves still there but I can say this… the orgasm really helped to calm them.

Lacing his fingers through mine, we make our way out to the car.

Everything about this dinner feels so right. From the way Gris hands me into the passenger seat, to the way he holds my hand the entire drive.

And when we finally pull up to the valet station, the last ones to arrive at Cheval Blanc, my nerves give another flutter.

“Sweetheart,” Gris murmurs, kissing my shoulder again. “No worries. All right?”

Lord, do I love this man. Everything about this moment is so perfect. “I’m fine. But thank you for worrying.” I don’t even know how to express how happy I am to marry him. All I keep saying over and over is, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” And then he kisses me, long and slow and full of the intimacy that has made my world so vibrant with color.

It’s then that I realize we have an audience. My family and his stand together on the other side of the glass.

Our hands linked, we make our way inside.

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