Page 23 of Four Weddings to Fall in Love
But he doesn’t kiss me.
I try not to feel too disappointed.
“Kim,” he whispers.“Is it short for Kimberly?”
“Yes.”No one calls me that, though.
“If I had another chance, I promise I’d take very,verygood care of you.”He leans down, and I feel his breath on my heated cheeks.My nipples are embarrassingly tight, desperate for his touch.“I would devote myself to your pleasure.I’d have you squirming on my fingers.Writhing against my face.Coming apart on my cock.”
Yes.Something about his simple, straightforward tone, the fact that he can’t look at me as he speaks, so close yet not touching me…I can hardly stand it.It’s too much, and I’m about to combust.
I wish he’d stick his hand up my skirt and feel how wet I am.
I want him to know.
“I’d spank you,” he says.“I’d hold you down.Make you come as many times as possible.”
Oh, God.I’m picturing it.His stern expression as he smacks my heated flesh.My cries of ecstasy as I twist in the sheets beneath him.
When he speaks again, his voice is even lower.Dangerously slow and seductive, and I don’t think he’s aware how good he is at this.“I’d utterly wreck you.”
Every inch of me is vibrating with need.My pussy clenches.I barely manage to release a shuddering breath.
I want all that.I want him to wreck me.I want to be a sated and giggly mess afterward.
Fucking Max Mok.
I turn to him, tilting my head up instinctively; I don’t have full control over my body right now.He leans forward and brushes his lips over my cheek.Just the briefest of touches.
I moan.
“I better go back inside,” he says.
And then he’s gone.
I return to the tent and try to mingle, but I can’t do it.I can’t stay here any longer.
Luckily, there’s a shuttle at ten thirty, so I say my goodbyes and head to the parking lot, where the van is waiting.
I lean my head against the cool window as we drive toward the hotel in Milton.It’s ten minutes away, which seems far too long.My heart is pounding.My pussy is pulsing.I’m a mess.
All thanks to a guy who disappointed me the last time we met.
When the van reaches the hotel, I fly up the stairs to my room, not wanting to wait by the elevator—I’m only on the second floor.As soon as I shut the door behind me and slip off my shoes, I go to my suitcase and pull out my rabbit vibrator.I lean against the wall, tip my head back, and slide it inside me, sighing in relief.
Yes, this is what I need.I’m a horny bitch.I’m meant to be filled.
I manhandle my breasts as I move the toy in and out…and then I turn it on.I adjust the vibration mode to what I want as I continue to play with myself.
I imagine Max squinting in concentration as he studies the toy, as he experiments with what it can do to me.He ramps up the intensity until I’m squirming and gripping the sheets, losing myself in an orgasm.Then he removes the toy, sliding the whole thing in his mouth to suck off my juices, and thrusts his cock inside me.I’m incoherent with pleasure as he pins my hands above my head and takes me with slow, deep strokes.He touches my clit just the way I like it, and I come again, and when he spills himself inside me—no need to use condoms in a fantasy—I shudder in satisfaction.
I thrust the toy furiously, hoping I can feel it tomorrow.I imagine his cum leaking out of me.As I said, I like it filthy.I imagine him going down on me afterward, buttoned-up Max—still wearing his glasses—licking the mess he’s made of my pussy.
I scrunch up my eyes and open my mouth in a silent scream before sliding down the wall and collapsing on the floor.The vibration is almost painful against my sensitive clit now, but I don’t turn it off.It feels right.He intended to make me come a bunch of times, and so I will.
I shudder again and again until I finally remove the vibrator.
Not for the first time, I fall asleep cursing Max.
