Page 74 of Pride & Precedents

Instead, I tear open the foil packet and roll the condom down his stiff length. I plant my knees on either side of his hips on the bench, grab hold of his shoulders, and slowly lower myself. I tease his tip against my lips first, smiling at Henry's gasp. All he can do is hang on as I lower my pussy onto his dick with excruciating slowness. I hear the longing and desire in his keening moan and start bouncing in his lap, angling his cock so it hits my G-spot every time my ass meets his thighs.

His eyes roll back in his head, and my inner succubus takes over. I bounce faster, clenching my pussy around his cock when I reach the base and squeezing the whole way up.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," he groans, seemingly senseless.That's more like it.

With a move I know will break him, I reach back and cup his balls from behind my back.

"Oh, fuck!!"

He grunts his release, warmth filling the condom as his cock throbs inside of me. The desperate jerks of his hips trigger my own orgasm, and my pussy flutters around his length, dragging a final stream from his cock. We collapse together, both wrung out from the intensity of our joining.

"Holy shit, Mila. You were trying to take my soul with that one."

I wink.

"Maybe a little."

We take turns drying each other off, and Henry hands me a terrycloth robe from behind the door.

"Just until we can head into town tomorrow and get you some clothes." I raise an eyebrow and step into the robe as he holds it open.

"I'm staying over tonight, too?"

Henry wraps the belt around my middle and pulls it tight. My boobs threaten to spill out of the soft material.

"Of course. I told you I can hardly sleep without you."

I follow him back into the bedroom, where he steps into pajama bottoms, leaving his chest bare. He pierces me with a look that says he's already ready for another round, but I turn from his gaze and head towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" he asks, his voice laced with worry.

"I just slept for twenty-four hours and then we fucked like rabbits. I need food."

His shoulders sag in relief and his lips quirk up in amusement.

"Oh. Right."

Chapter thirty-one

Epilogue

Henry

Two weeks later…

I should've broken these shoes in more. My feet are killing me. I grin through my discomfort and survey the lavish surroundings. Though we're in the middle of the city with skyscrapers looming over us, the manicured gardens, reflecting pool, and fountains on the rooftop of 620 Loft & Garden make it feel like we're in the Red Queen's court fromAlice in Wonderland. Rows of gold Chiavari chairs sit on each side of an aisle covered in freshly sprinkled rose petals. One of Maya's students from the community center in Harlem served as the flower girl. A harpist plucks Pachelbel's Canon in D as we process in and take our positions to the left and right of the altar.

My brothers and I look like we walked straight out of Korean Vogue in sharp, black tuxes, but Adam's custom velvet suit stands out against our rentals. He looks good; you can hardly tell he's still hungover from our booze cruise down the Hudson River two days ago.

Across the aisle, the bridesmaids wear royal blue strapless gowns with corsages of blue and white flowers that match our boutonnieres. Mom and Dad wear blue too, and both have flowers to match the rest of the wedding party. The blue is an homage to our Korean heritage: blue signifies the balance of yin and yang, two forces that complement and attract each other.

I scan the row behind Mom and Dad until I meet familiar brown eyes and my breath catches. Camila is literally breathtaking. She's wearing blue too, though not the same shade as the wedding party. I surprised her with a couture gown from Marchesa that hugs her voluptuous hips and accentuates her full breasts. I can't wait to get her out of it later.

She catches me staring and blows me a kiss. I pretend to catch it and put it in my pocket and she giggles. It feels so good to have someone to be silly with. Before I can continue flirting, she discreetly points to the aisle just as the harpist switches to Wagner's Bridal Chorus.

The crowd turns to watch Maya's grand entrance. She's a vision in white. Her dress reminds me of Cinderella's, with a full skirt and a train over ten feet long, though her neckline's showing far more cleavage than any Disney movie would allow.Our baby brother did well!

Maya's eyes are shining with happy tears and glued to the head of the aisle. I follow her gaze to find Adam looking completely awestruck. The love arching between them can be felt by everyone in attendance, and it makes the love I feel for Camila swell even bigger in my chest. It's not hard to imagine she and I tying the knot, and I look for her to find her already looking at me. The love is so clear on her face, she may as well have hearts in her eyes.

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