Page 30 of Her Fake Island Wedding

“Ah,” he said, seeing her on the bed, and turned to close the door and replace the curtain. “You waited for me, I see.” He grinned broadly as he approached the bed, yanking his shirt off over his head and discarding it onto the floor. Lucy didn’t even care just then, watching avidly as his shorts went the same way and he paused to open the nightstand drawer, grab out a condom.

“You made me a promise.” She licked her lips as she watched him roll the condom onto his jutting, swollen cock.

“I did, and I’ve been thinking about it all damn day. Get over here. And gorgeous though you look in that bikini, it’s going to have to come off.”

“Take it off then.” She crawled to the edge of the bed obediently. The bikini was ridiculously easy to remove, with shoelace ties at the sides of the bottoms and in between her breasts. One yank of Bryce’s strong fingers and her breasts sprang free, nipples peaked and hard, anticipating his touch.

“Christ, Lucy,” he said hoarsely, and looking up at his face, she caught her breath at the intensity of the passion she saw there.

“Don’t just stand there,” she said when he just gazed at her for a moment. Reaching down, she tugged loose the laces which held her bikini bottoms together. “Don’t make me wait.”

“Never,” Bryce promised, and then he was going to his knees beside the bed, cupping her breasts in his hands before his mouth closed over one nipple, hot tongue laving the stiff peak until she shuddered and gasped his name, her fingers running into his thick blond hair to hold him close.

Desperate for more, Lucy grabbed his hand, pulling it between her legs. She felt Bryce smile against her breast before he curved his fingers, crooking two of them up into her already wet passage, his thumb gliding over her clit.

She made a low, hungry sound in her throat, hips rolling against his hand, seeking more stimulation. His teeth grazed her nipple, making her jump slightly. Bryce pulled back briefly, looking up at her.

“Tell me if I’m being too rough,” he said. “My control… I lose it when I’m with you, Lucy, I want…”

“I want, too,” she said throatily, leaning forward to kiss him.

“Turn over, then.” He slipped his fingers out and stood, towering over her. Shaking a little with excitement, Lucy turned over and went to her hands and knees on the bed, looking back over her shoulder and chewing on her lower lip as she watched Bryce with wide eyes.

“You’re so bloody beautiful,” he said, his accent thickening so thatbeautifulcame out asbewdiful. “Fuck me, I’m a lucky bugger.”

“No, fuckme,” Lucy demanded with a giggle, waggling her bottom at him deliberately.

“An’ you’re a cheeky sheila.” He grasped her bottom firmly in both big hands, pushing his hips forward so his cock slid between her thighs, glancing over her clit and making her moan. “Something you want?”

“You,” she half-sobbed as he repeated the motion, teasing her almost beyond bearing. “Please, Bryce!”

He didn’t make her wait, thrusting to the hilt on one swift, hard motion with a grunt of effort, drowned out by Lucy’s ecstatic shriek. She writhed on the deep impalement, her eyelids fluttering closed, brow dropping to rest on the bed between her hands.

“No,” Bryce gritted out. “Head up. Look.”

His hand in her hair at the nape of her neck made her lift her head and now she saw what he was seeing; they were right opposite the open bathroom door, looking into the big mirror over the sink. Bryce loomed large and solid behind her, and she — well she looked almost wild, her hair a tangled mane of dark curls, her eyes large and lucent, pupils blown wide with lust, her mouth open as she gasped for breath.

“So fucking sexy,” Bryce said raggedly. “Watch yourself, Lucy — see what I see when I make love to you. How beautiful you are when you come.”

His hips flexed as he began to pump, one hand on her hip and one on her shoulder holding her steady for him. His cock shuttled in and out of her faster and faster, slamming deep with every thrust, rubbing right over the sensitive little bundle of nerves deep inside her body.

What he was doing alone would have been enough to push Lucy up to the edge of orgasm pretty damn quickly, but combined with the sight of their reflection in the mirror, Bryce’s expression tight with lust as he fucked her roughly, her breasts bouncing with the jolting of their bodies together… Lucy lost it within seconds, struggling to keep her eyes open to watch, seeing the expression on her own face go slack as the climax washed over her.

When she was able to focus properly again, she watched Bryce, admiring the way the muscles of his arms and chest rippled with his movements, his whole body working as he chased his own release. His eyes met hers in the mirror and he grinned, almost feral.

“You like this, huh?”

She could only nod, unable to speak, utterly overwhelmed with sensation. She hadn’t really come back down from the climax, was just coasting along on the crest of the wave, waiting for him to join her. “Please,” she managed to whimper out, and Bryce groaned, his face tightening, teeth sinking into his lower lip.

She felt the pulse of heat deep inside her even as he stilled at last, hips thrust right forward, his fingers tightening on her hip until she suspected she might have fingerprint bruises there tomorrow. Not that she cared, not in the least.

Bryce’s grip slackened, and he leaned forward to kiss her spine gently before easing back and withdrawing from her. Collapsing face-first onto the bed, Lucy turned her head to the side and watched him walk to the bathroom on legs which looked as rubbery as hers felt.

After a moment, she heard the shower start up, and groaned loudly. “Do we have to?” she called mournfully.

Bryce laughed, coming back to stand over her. “Well, I’m pretty sure Justine would actually understand if you told her you’re too fucked out to move. But can you bring yourself to tell her, that’s the question?”

“Oh, shut up.” She swatted in his general direction, then squeaked as he caught her hand and hauled her up off the bed and over his shoulder in one easy motion. “What are you doing? Put me down!”

“I’m taking you to the shower, dirty girl.” He patted her ass. She patted his in return, making him roar with laughter as he carried her into the bathroom and straight into the shower stall. “Stop that, woman. Or we’ll be late!”

The shower stall was way too small for two. Even so, Lucy could be inventive, when she wanted to be.

They wereverylate.

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