Page 12 of Only By You: Prequel
I sit up, too, gripping the bunched bottom of my dress and yanking it over my head. The only scrap of clothing left on my skin being a thin, lacy bralette. I reach behind my back, keeping his eye as I pop the clasp and bare myself to him fully.
His open groan at the sight of me has me preening under his subtle praise. He leans down to kiss me, slow and sensual, letting me taste myself on his lips as our tongues play with one another—a promise of more.
I smile against his lips, my hands slipping under his T-shirt. My fingers dance over the ridges of muscle lining his abs, dipping low into the shallow grooves that make up his deliciously cut adonis belt.
Clayton’s shirt is flung away a second later as he takes over my distracted attempt at getting into his pants. I blush, helping him push down his jeans and briefs until the hard bar of his cock is set free. Bobbing in the cool mountain air between us, the thick veins of his cock call to me to follow each one with my tongue. The thought alone is enough to have my core clenching for him—needing him inside of me.
Gripping him at the base, I squeeze lightly, leaning in to have a taste—but he stops me with a gentle hand on my shoulder.“Another time,” he says through gritted teeth, and I catch the hint. He’s as close to release as I am for a second time.
I lay back, bringing him with me to settle between my thighs once more. The heavy head of his cock presses deliciously against my slick entrance. “Please, Clay,” I beg, slinking my arms around his neck and urging him closer. “I need to feel you.”
When I hook my legs over his hips, he drops his forehead to mine, breathing heavily. His hips push forward, forcing his raw, thick cock inside.
I gasp. His girth fills me to the brink, feeding inch by inch into my slick channel. My walls tighten once he’s seated fully, overwhelmed by fullness.
If perfect fits are real; he’s mine.
“Fuck, Jules,” he hisses.
I suck in a breath as he starts to move inside me—pulling out only to slam back into me. The satin feel of his cock sliding through my dripping cunt, hitting every pleasure point I have, is exquisite. “Clay,” I moan, my nails digging into his back as the wet, slapping sound of our fucking echoes through the trees.
His thrusts become harder with steady strokes, hitting a new spot deep inside me that has my pussy fluttering uncontrollably. “Right th-there. Yes…”
I come, screaming his name as he pounds into me. With my pussy still spasming from my orgasm, he pulls out and flips me over onto all fours. I grip the edge of the truck to keep from falling flat on my face, my legs still shaking.
“That’s it, baby. Hold on tight,” he growls, taking my hips in his rough palms and realigning his cock. He thrusts so deep, I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
He fucks me with wild abandon, grunting and panting until my name hisses past his lips and I’m dripping down my thighs. Clay’s grip on my hips is punishing, likely to bruise by morning—leaving his mark on me—but I can’t find it in me to care.
I want him to mark me. To show the world I’m his.
“Look at that pretty pussy, taking my cock so good, darlin’,” he praises, landing a hard slap on my left ass cheek.
I whine at the sting, arching my ass higher, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Such a good fucking wife,” he grunts with a slight tremble to his voice.
He’s close, and so am I.
“Come with me, Clay. Fill up your little wife’s pussy,” I moan.
A third orgasm barrels through me at full force. My core tightening around him, milking him as cum floods into my well-fucked, swollen pussy.
Collapsing, he loops his arms around me and falls backward, bringing me with him. I smile, sliding my arms around his and holding him to me as we attempt to catch our breath. His cock pulses inside me, startling me into a fit of giggles.
He chuckles, pulling back ever so slightly to look down at me. “I didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth, sweetheart.”
I gaze up at him. My lips part at the sight. His hovering silhouette backlit by the late evening sky colored in a slew of warm pinks and oranges. For a moment, I’m held captive by the heat of his body against mine and the promise of our future together.
Unparalleled, unmatched—Clayton Montgomery is my forever.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” I whisper, barely above a breath.
Instead of cracking a silly joke or cheesy line like I expect him to, he takes one of the blankets and pulls it over us. His secure embrace holding me close and making me feel secure, protected—loved.
I roll over in his arms to rest my head against his chest, listening to his racing heart. We lay like that for some time,watching the night sky slowly come to life above us, counting stars as they appear. It’s magical, this moment.
I never want it to end.
