Page 66 of Never Going to Care

My fingers twist into her raven hair and I pull her mouth down to mine. Our lips are so close they’re almost touching as we share air between us, always between us. “I know,” I murmur.

When she closes the little bit of distance, a heartbeat passes before the kiss becomes a frenzy of passion and need. I know we both need this, need to seal our promises to each other and the love we feel.

I might have just asked her to marry me, but she’s been mine for so much longer. Getting married feels like a formality, but a big one. One I’m looking forward to. One I need.

It doesn’t take long before we’ve stripped each other, not caring that we haven’t moved off the floor of the living room. The moment she’s naked on top of me, I grip her hips and move her up my body so her perfect pussy is hovering right above my mouth.

She looks down at me, a little bit of trepidation in her gaze. That shit isn’t going to fly with me. “You better suffocate me with your wet pussy, Starlight.”

Her eyes widen as a surprised laugh bursts from her. “Suffocate you? I thought I was supposed to be marrying you.”

I wink up at her and then pull her down to my mouth. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and use the flat part of my tongue to lick from her hole to her clit. The sensation has her arching her back and cupping her tits. I have a front row seat to the best damn show of my life right now.

I eat her pussy like I didn’t just devour dinner. She’s more delicious than she was the first time I tasted her. I don’t know if it’s because we’re in love now or engaged or what, but it doesn’t matter.

When I suck her clit into my mouth, her thighs are shaking against the sides of my head, and I can’t help but smirk against her wet flesh. Making my woman fly apart is so fucking satisfying I could do it all the time and never get bored.

I’m relentless in my need to make her come and focus on her clit as two of my fingers slowly enter her channel. The way she moans, “Hale,” has me doubling my efforts, needing her to come, begging her for it with my eyes.

When she looks down at me, I know she sees the command in them because she barks out, “Fuck.”

When I suck her clit a little harder and moan, her spine straightens and her pussy flutters around my fingers as she grinds down against my face and gives me exactly what I want. I slow down my movements and help to ease her back down from the high, but I don’t stop. I want her wound up and needy.

When her fingers grip my hair and she holds me in place while wrenching against the hold I have on her hips, I let her go. I know it won’t be for long. It never is.

Her breaths are ragged as she moves back from my face and straddles my hips. “I want to taste you, but I think I need you inside me more,” there’s a plea in her voice and it has me bucking my hips up so my cock slides between her folds.

Her nipples are so fucking hard that I must taste them. I prop myself up on my elbows and suck one into my mouth as her hips start to rock against my length. When I pop off one, my voice is rough with need, “Then you better slide down my cock, Starlight, and take what you need.”

She rises up a little and my cock jumps at the feeling of having her delicate fingers wrap around the base of me so she can position me. My woman glides down my length, taking all of me, her face contorted in pleasure as she does.

I growl, “So fucking sexy, Celeste.”

She moans before her fingers grip my shoulders and I lean forward to suck her other nipple. The movement of her hips is slow and sensual at first. She moves up and down my length and then moves her hips in a pattern which has my eyes rolling back in my head.

The passion between us, the desire, grows into something which exists within and outside of us at the same time. We’re slaves to it and give into it. When I grip her hip, I know my hold is punishing, but she throws her head back in response and lets me control her movements as I pound upwards.

I could fuck her all day and all fucking night. That’s how good it is being buried inside of her.

She pants, “On our wedding night I don’t want anything else between us.”

My body freezes for a moment and then I’m sitting up fully, both of my hands gripping her long strands of black hair so I can tilt her head up. Her brown eyes are covered in a lust haze when she blinks at me. “Are you serious? You want to start trying on our wedding night?”

The way she bites her lip as she nods slowly makes my cock even fucking harder inside of her. It makes something primal claw the inside of my chest. I want to breed my woman right fucking now. I need it.

I start moving again and she gives herself over to me completely. “How long do you need to plan the wedding?”

The laugh she lets out is throaty, but I can feel the way her pussy starts to undulate around my shaft. She grinds down against me every time I’m fully seated inside of her, giving her clit the friction she needs. My balls draw up tight and I’m on a hair trigger. I just need her to go over before me.

She’ll always come first.

Always.

She’s breathless when she answers, “Six months.”

“Fuck,” I growl, “I hope I can wait that long.”

When I slam my lips down on hers, the kiss we share only pushes us closer to our release. I’m fucking lost when she murmurs, “Fill me with your cum, fiancé.”

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