Page 72 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 1

My entire body bowed as I held back a scream by covering my mouth with my forearm and biting down on the fleshy muscle.

“Fucking hell, you’re tight. Damn.” He slid out and glided back in. “Come on, baby, open wider. Take all of me,” he cooed.

“All of you?” I croaked and glanced down, realizing that there was another couple inches between us. “Oh hell, no,” I wrappedmy legs around his body, took a deep breath and used my core muscles to take him to the hilt.

“Perfect damn woman,” he fell on top of me, gripped my ass, tilted my hips to the most beautiful angle and pounded me straight into the floor.

“Yessssss!” I cried and hung on for dear life.

He went to town on me, fucking me hard and deep. I gave back as good as I got, spearing myself on that titan between his thighs until he swirled those hips, prodding that secret space inside, and I lost it.

I was pretty sure I screamed like a fucking hyena as his mouth covered mine, stealing the sound straight from the source.

He owned me so completely, I didn’t know which way was up or down, whether I was alive or dead. All I knew was a woman would walk to the ends of the earth and back for an experience like this.

Memphis ripped his mouth away, and pressed his face to my neck as I held on. “I’m gonna blow, baby.”

“Give it to me,” I begged and tightened my internal muscles until I had a chokehold on his cock.

“Naomi.” He sped up, plowing me so good the edges of my vision blurred as another orgasm rocketed through me. “Fucking beautiful, Naomi.” he murmured, his hips working overtime. Then his entire body locked into place, his fingers dug into my ass so firmly I knew I’d have ten grape-sized fingerprints on my booty when this was all said and done.

Every muscle I caressed on him was flexed, veins popping, and the surface of his skin misted with sweet smelling sweat as he convulsed, moaning into my neck. “Naomi, my fiancée,” he murmured with such pride and relief, I actually teared up.

My emotions were at a twenty out of ten. I was worked over, wrung out, and sated beyond compare.

For a full five minutes, we stayed there locked together, our sweat drying in the cool air of the room, while our bodies calmed.

I ran my fingers up and down his wide back, tracing patterns, becoming intimately familiar with this part of him. He eventually eased into a one-armed pushup then grinned like the Cheshire Cat that had just lapped up all the cream.

I smiled back, feeling a bit shy, lying with his dick sliding out of me, my bra still hung up around my waist, and both of us naked on the entryway floor.

“How you doin’, gorgeous?”

I reached up and put both of my hands to his shoulders. “Um, good. Cold. A little emotional. Happy. And ready to eat my weight in steak and french fries.”

“Bed, blanket, food, and cuddle time. Coming right up.” He grinned.

“Then round two?” I ran my finger down his sumptuous neck teasingly.

“Then round two.”

Episode 27

Meet the Parents Part 1

JACK

Summer slept like the dead the entire flight to California. The second she sat down, she yawned, kicked off her heels, curled her legs up into the supple leather seat, and claimed she needed a few winks. Then the woman crashed. It was mind-boggling. I’d never seen anyone who could slip into dreamland so quickly. Then again, I’d never met anyone like Summer Belanger. Not only was she a true beauty, physically speaking, she had an ease about her that called to me. Made me want to be closer to her. Almost like a gravitational pull.

When the plane landed in Humboldt County right outside of Eureka, which is, apparently, where her family lived, she popped up and out of her seat, grabbed her heels, and took my hand.

“Let’s go! They’ll be expecting us.” She grinned, nearly vibrating with excitement.

I frowned. “How will they be expecting us?”

She shrugged and her eyebrows lifted. “They just will be.”

I led her into the Land Rover I’d rented, and she navigated since she was familiar with the area.

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