Page 114 of Claim to Fame

He lined the tip of his cock up with her entrance and filled her with one smooth stroke. They both groaned, the heat of her closing tightly around him. With their joined hands, he pressed on her belly as he pistoned in and out of her, and she moaned at the added pressure, arching her back and driving her hips up to meet him.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he groaned, moving faster. “You take me so well.”

He caught her knee with his free hand and lifted it higher, spreading her open wider so he could watch the slide of his thick cock in and out, the stretch of her around him, the way her body molded itself to his.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” he whispered, the words like a prayer as he stretched out his thumb to play with her clit. The way she whimpered in response nearly drove him out of his mind with need.

“You have to ask me first,” she teased, her hips rising up to meet his thrusts.

He bit his lip to keep from saying more, and heat raced down his spine, urgent and unstoppable. “Where do you want my cum, sweetheart?”

She groaned. “Someone promised me I could go to church tonight with a pussy full.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned. “You be a good girl and keep every drop inside, Han, and I’ll fill you up again when we get home.”

“Do it,” she gasped.

He came with a roar, driving into her in an effort to get closer, deeper, as he came in endless ropes that stole his breath. When at last he was done, he dropped to his knees between her legs, using two fingers to shove his release back inside her. He flicked her clit with his tongue. “Give me one more, city girl. One more and then you can put back on your pretty dress and I’ll take you to church.”

She groaned, her pussy fluttering around his fingers as he worked her. He loved this part, watching her greedy pussy pull his release deeper, the contractions of her inner walls making sure she kept it all inside.

“Gonna put a baby in you one of these days, Hannah,” he said, his voice ragged, wrecked by the idea of it.

“Then we better keep practicing,” she panted, breaking off on a groan when he locked his lips around her clit and sucked in the long, rough pulls he knew never failed to make her orgasm.

This time, when she came, she arched off the bed, pressing her pussy against his mouth, covering his lips and beard with their mingled release. He worked her through it, not letting up until she collapsed back against the pillows, her moans turning to satisfied giggles.

“I love you,” she said, dragging her fingers through his damp beard.

“I love you.” He extended a hand to her. “Let’s get cleaned up. We’re already late.”

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The service was well underway by the time Ethan and Hannah arrived, but he had been right; no one noticed when they snuck in the back and took a seat in the last pew. Their friends were all seated towards the front with Caleb and Gavin’s mom and Sabrina’s aunt, but Ethan was grateful for another few minutes alone with Hannah. The ring his friends had helped him pick out was heavy in his jacket pocket. Waiting.

When the service ended and the congregation began filing out of the sanctuary, he and Hannah hung back. She was distracted, her eyes snagging somewhere off behind his shoulder.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just thought I saw…” She shook her head, moving her attention back to him. “Sorry, I think I’m imagining things.”

“What is it?” he asked, turning in the direction she’d been looking, but all he saw was Caleb greeting the grandma gang, though he seemed distracted, too.

“No way,” Hannah said. Then, waving a hand over her head, “Jackson!”

“Jackson?” Ethan pulled his focus away from Caleb, searching the crowd.

“Hannah Banana!” A moment later, Jackson barreled towards them, the parishioners parting for him as though he were Moses himself. He swept Hannah into a hug, twirling her around. “What are you doing here?”

“What areyoudoing here?” she asked when he set her down. “Ilive here.”

“I know!” He clapped Ethan on the shoulder. “This place is fucking amazing.”

“The church?” she asked, her brows knitting together in amused confusion.

“No, Aster Bay. We saw all the coverage of this place when the press was following you guys a while back and I told Becks we had to check it out.”

“Beckett’s here?” Hannah turned, searching for Jackson’s twin brother.

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