Page 159 of Beauty
She writhes beneath me, clutching my hair and humping my chin.
I love when she’s a brat. I love fucking the brat out of her even more. Spurred on by the attitude, I push two fingers inside her, then curl them in a way I know will send her hurtling straight for the edge.
She digs her heels into the bar, her hips bucking. When I suction my mouth over her clit and flick the bundle of nerves repeatedly, she gasps and squirts right into my mouth and all over my goddamn glasses.
Eyes squeezed shut, I savor the taste of her, licking and sucking until she’s a whimpering, crying mess beneath me. Only when she’s gone boneless do I lean up and pull off my glasses so I can see her properly.
“You did it again,” I tease with a gentle kiss to her hip.
She shakes her head, her eyes closed, like she’s drained of energy. “You love it.”
“I really fucking do. I love when you squirt, and I love how you taste.” I slide back down between her thighs and lick her again, proving my point.
“We don’t have much time,” she whispers.
“We can wait till we get home for the rest,” I say, grasping her arm to help her up.
She shakes her head and pulls away. “No. Fuck me. Right here.” With her lip caught between her teeth, she spreads her legs wider. “I don’t want to wait any longer to start our life together. Put a baby in me. Or at least…try.”
Fuck. A challenge like that is all it takes to get me to agree. “Ass down here.” I smack the bar, then step back and shove down my pants.
But when I step up close again, it hits me that this angle is never going to work. The bar is too high. So I guide her legs around me and lift her, pulling a squeal from those pretty lips, and carry her toward the pool table.
“Beckett will kill you.” There’s actual panic in her tone.
“Don’t care.” I set her on her feet and press a kiss to her lips, then turn her so she’s facing the table. With a soft smack to her ass, I silently tell her what position I want her in.
Instantly, she folds like a drunk man playing poker and peers back at me, a little smile on her lips.
The moment I slide into her, sheathing myself in her tight cunt, we both groan in relief.
“This will never get old,” I mutter, kneading her ass cheeks and thrusting in and out of her slowly. Over and over, I pull back, leaving only my crown inside her, then slam back in and relish the squeals she makes. “Dirty girl. Loves when I fuck her in public.”
“I do,” she mumbles, easing her head to the felt of the pool table, giving me an even tighter fit between her ass cheeks.
I spank her. “I haven’t fucked this in so goddamn long. That’s what I’m gonna do when we get home.”
She moans, like memories of the first time I fucked her ass are hitting her the way they hit me.
“But first,” I grit out, squeezing my ass cheeks to keep from coming at the thought of taking her that way again, “I’m going to fill you with my cum. You’re going to take every drop like the dirty girl we both know you are.”
“Yes.” She pushes back against me, grinding against my pelvis. In seconds, her walls are pulsing around me, signaling that she’s close.
Clutching her hips with enough force to leave bruises, I fuck her harder. Faster. With each thrust, I imagine her on our wedding day. Then pregnant. I imagine a full life. Spending our days teasing one another and our nights tangled up together. She topples over the edge, and when I finally come, it’s to visions of our future. Dreams that I know will one day come true.
She tightens her core muscles, like she’s trying to suck in every drop, making my cock twitch and my vision go dark.
“Fuck, I love you.” I loop one arm around her waist and bring a hand to the place where we’re connected, holding us together.After I pull out, I don’t let go, ensuring that not a drop of my seed has a chance to break free. Not yet.
She spins and wraps her arms around me. “I love you too.” Pushed up on her toes, she gives me a soft, easy kiss.
When we pull apart, I rest my forehead against hers and we watch as I push the cum beginning to leak out back inside her.
The sound of voices breaks the revelry between us and sends my heart racing for entirely different reasons.
“Fuck,” I hiss, spinning in search of our clothes.
“Tiny problem.” Sienna breaks into a mischievous smile. “My dress is in the bathroom. I don’t have anything to wear.” Her eyes dance like she knew this would be an issue.
