Page 207 of Charming Deception

“I’m not going to move,” I tell her, lavishing her clit with my thumb, fucking her in a slow rhythm with my fingers so she gets my meaning. My cock is staying put, right where it is, filling her ass to the hilt.

My hand will take care of her. I just want to own her like this, get her used to the feeling.

No barriers.

No more lines.

Nothing is off-limits between us.

“Just let me give you pleasure. When you climax, I’m going to feel it. Your ass is going to milk my cock.”

“Oh god.” She shudders. Her nipples are swollen, red, and I know they must be aching. I lean in and suckle them, one, then the other, and she moans in ecstasy at my touch.

There’s nothing more to say.

I told her what I wanted, and her orgasm is inevitable.

I reach up and wrap my free hand around her throat, squeezing lightly. I wrap my mouth around one nipple and suck hard, and after a few deep, luxurious pulls, her cunt jerks. I fuck her with my fingers a little faster, rubbing my thumb over her clit while I suck… and then she’s coming for me.

I feel it all over.

Her tits shake as her body quivers. Her clit pulses under the pad of my massaging thumb. Her pussy spasms on my fingers, slick and soaked.

And the tight heat of her ass, gripping my cock like a slippery, silken fist, jerks, then squeezes. I groan as she milks me, the deep clenches urging me to climax.

I sink my teeth into the soft flesh around her nipple as I come, struggling not to move my hips as my cock strains and I pour everything that’s in me into her with a long groan.

She seems to like the feeling and stirs, gasping, her silken heat rippling around me in response to each jerking spurt. She moans, her hands buried in my hair as I press my face between her breasts, my cock pulsing inside her.

We lie like that until the tremors fade, and we catch our breath, stroking each other’s skin.

I lift my head and kiss her breasts, suckle her pretty nipples, and kiss my way slowly up her throat. I take her mouth in a sweet but deep kiss that makes her stir beneath me.

Then I press my face into her neck. I sigh against her skin, my whole body shuddering with contentment.

I can’t get up.

This feeling is too exquisite.

I just hope the orgasm made it worth any discomfort for her. That she really doesn’t care if I caused her some pain.

That she trusted me enough, let me go there, let me have that control, just makes me feel more attached to her. She must feel the way my heart is pounding against her, so fucking strong, so fucking fragile.

She must know it: that she owns me completely.

“I love you so goddamn much,” I tell her, still buried deep.

“I know, Jamie,” she whispers. “I’m yours.”

Epilogue

Megan

Six months later…

I let my bridal gown slide gently to the floor around me and step out of it. Jameson unzipped the back for me, and now I’m alone in the large closet/dressing room.

I’m almost shaking with anticipation, but trying to stay calm.

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