Page 73 of The First Kind of Love
“Louder,” I demand.
“Yes, Fulton. Fuck, yes!” she cries, clenching around my cock so hard that stars begin to freckle my vision. “I want to be full of you. I want everyone to know how you bred my pussy. I want everyone to know that I belong to you.”
“You’re wrong.Ibelong toyou. I always will.”
Shiloh’s my shining light. She led me through a bleak, desolate landscape of loneliness, and I did the first smart thing by letting the purity of her spirit guide me out of the encroachingdarkness. Whether we end up having a family or not, she’s stuck with me for the rest of her life.
I bump that sensitive spot inside her, and the way she surrenders herself completely brings me to a fever pitch that I never thought was humanly possible. The mere notion that she’s reshaping around my length drives me up the goddamn wall.
“Come for me, Sunshine. You’re almost there. You’ve been so good for me, so obedient. Let me feel you fall apart, and I’ll show you just how thankful I am.”
And then, straddling the line of no return, Shiloh blooms instead of shatters, a rush of her cum enveloping my cock and exiting the sliver where I’ve notched myself inside her. The warm, wet feeling is enough to make me orgasm, and it sends me flying over the edge instead of falling.
I empty myself in her pussy—one abundant stream of cum after another—squirting against her walls with so much force that it depletes my body of all energy. And to my utter horror, my last thrust must’ve been hard enough to shift the bed because there’s a sudden, earth-shuddering crack.
The temporary sanctuary we’ve sought gives out beneath us, pillows and sheets flying in every direction. It happens too quickly for me to move Shiloh, so we both end up slipping down the mattress that’s now wedged between the wooden frame of the bed—one that I can see has splintered down the middle.
I quickly pull out of her, so shocked that I don’t know whether to panic or laugh.
Oh my God. We just broke the bed. That has to be grounds for a lifetime ban from the hotel, right?
Shiloh glances between me and the mess we’ve made, unable to hide her snickering. “Did we seriously just break the bed?”
I’m about to respond to her—even though my thoughts arescattered like windblown leaves—but the feeling of something wet drips down to where my knees are tucked into the mattress. With Shiloh’s body farther up on the bed than mine, I look to her as the unspoken culprit, seeing a steady trickle of my cum dribbling out of her pussy.
Those tiny snickers transform into full-blown pig snorts, and she covers her mouth with her hands, as if that could muffle their volume.
Noise complaint? Check. Broken property? Check. We’re two for two. Three strikes and we’re out. It’s a good thing that the wedding is tomorrow.
All I do is roll my eyes good-naturedly, showing her my eyeteeth. “I guess we’re just gonna have to keep trying for a baby.”
23
HERE COMES THE BRIDE
SHILOH
Today’s the big day. Three incredible, eventful weeks have led up to this moment—Hayes and Aeris’ wedding.
Weddings always make me emotional—the act of promising your heart to another person for the rest of your life, the tear-evoking vows that immortalize your thoughts into words, the union of friends and family coming together to participate in the melding of two souls. Hayes and Aeris love each other so much that they want to start a family and grow old together. That means something, okay?
It’s not just a little slip of paper or some fancy diamond ring. This whole wedding is a physical embodiment of every smile they’ve shared, every kiss, every look, every handhold. This is the beginning of the rest of their lives. And now that I know where I stand with Fulton, I don’t feel that pang of jealousy stewing inside my stomach anymore. I feel…happy. A small feat for some, but what I’d deemed impossible.
A woven tapestry of sun casts through the window, flecks of gold whispering over the sky as the redolence of flora fragrances incoming, honeycomb shafts of light. Aeris pickedthe perfect dress for her bridesmaids—an elegant, chocolate-brown, full-length ensemble with off-the-shoulder sleeves, a classy leg slit, a cowl neckline, and satin material that’s to die for.
I didn’t go too heavy on the makeup because I know it’s going to get ruined the minute Aeris walks down the aisle. My hair is curled in loose ringlets that drape over my bare shoulders, and I decided to use my brain and opt for platform sandals rather than six-inch heels.
Fulton is in the other room getting ready, and I have no doubt that he’s going to blow the rest of the groomsmen away. I’ve never seen Fulton in a tuxedo. I can barely handle him in his day-to-day clothes, so I’m pretty sure I’m going to be a mess when I see him fitted in a perfectly tailored suit.
This is the best trip I’ve ever been on. I finally solidified things with the man of my dreams, made lifelong friends, got to immerse myself in Cabo’s beautiful wildlife, and even did my fair share of partying.
Wow, that’s something Ireallynever thought I would ever say.
I’m not scared to go back home or go back to work because I have a whole support system behind me. And I have an amazing boyfriend who wants to help me in any way he can while still letting me exercise my independence.
In other words, things areperfect. There’s nothing that could ruin this day. Perfection doesn’t come along often for someone like me, so when it does, it’s my sacred duty to sit back, relax, and do absolutely nothing while it runs its course. Pre-Cabo Shiloh would be shitting her pants right now, sprinting around with an itinerary in threatening tow, running on two hours of sleep and five cups of caffeine—but that’s not me anymore. I’m Post-Cabo Shiloh now. And Post-Cabo Shiloh is cool, calm, and collected.
I glance down at my phone to check the time; we haveabout ten more minutes before we need to be at the venue. I always knew Aeris had good taste, but a beach wedding? The pictures are going to look beautiful.
