Page 68 of Wedding Bet

“I’m going to go slow for you.”

“You better not.” I broke off into a moan as he pushed more of his tip into me.

“You’ll get more of me, Jamie,” he said in a low voice. The promise of that was enough to make my cock throb, trapped between me and the mattress.

He was thick. And it hurt at first. He gave me his cock slowly, and I breathed through the pain of the stretch, letting him fill me up bit by bit. But with each inch he gave me, he also stroked his hands over the small of my back.

“So good,” I said in a broken whisper.

“Look at you,” he said. “You’re about to take all of my cock.”

A minute later, I felt the base of his cock hit my ass. A mix of pride and tranquility settled throughout my body as I got used to being filled up by him.

His fingertips dug into the sides of my ass as he hummed near me. “We should have done this sooner. Why the hell didn’t we do this sooner? You are so worth it.”

He slowly started to thrust, just a bit, inside me. He barely moved at first, more like a suggestion of bucking his hips.

“You’re worth it, too,” I murmured back to him. The pain was subsiding and it was starting to feel good—reallygood.

“You are so good to fuck, Jamie,” he said in a ragged voice, and my cock ached below me.

“Best compliment I’ve gotten in a long time,” I said.

Landry shifted my body a little, hiking one of my legs up a bit on the bed so he could get a better angle. He hit even deeper now, and I moaned involuntarily.

But then his hand came around to squeeze my cock and I was reduced to pieces, all at once. The sensation of him deep inside me while also squeezing my dick sent a rush of heat through me.

“Landry, holy fuck,” I muttered, my breath coming quick now.

He didn’t hold back. He was able to move his hips in a steady rhythm now, thrusting inside me while his strong arm wrapped around, taking me closer and closer with every passing moment.

He was fucking perfect. There was nothing else I could think right now, and I didn’t care if it was just my lust-drunk mind.

Hewas.

“You’re going to make me come,” I managed to say. I felt the wave of my orgasm already rushing in, pooling in the base of my cock and hitting me all at once.

“Going to come inside you.”

I felt him thrust harder inside me, his cock pulsing as he filled the condom deep inside me.

I let go, giving up any sense of control, coming all over Landry’s tight fist, in a release better than any I could remember. Being stroked by him, inside and out.

“You’re so perfect,” I whispered as I came, even though I’d told myself I wouldn’t say it out loud.

My whole body was hotter than hell. My heart slammed inside me as I caught my breath. He finally released me, pulling out of me and discarding the condom. He grabbed a towel and helped both of us clean off.

I felt like I was in a daze the whole time. A really, reallygooddaze. We both collapsed into bed. He reached out and cradled my body close to his, covering me in kisses.

I still wanted to touch him. I was spent, but I needed skin on skin contact.

I gazed up at him in the dim light of the bedroom, still feeling like I was in a dream. His kind eyes. His pretty, plush lips, a little swollen from how much he’d been kissing me. His hair, a little wild, so soft and shiny in the light.

“It really makes sense why people call you Lucky,” I murmured, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair.

He smiled serenely, looking at me like I’d hung the stars. “Other than the fact that Lucock is a last name with the wordcockin it, and I needed a better nickname?”

I puffed out a laugh. “Yeah. Other than that.”

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