Page 25 of Just Married

“Pey—” he starts, but before he can finish whatever it was he was about to say—probably another apology—I throw myself athim.

My arms wrap around his broad shoulders, and my lips crash into his. After a single heartbeat, Kingston’s mouth returns my fervor. His hands grip me around the waist and lift me until I can circle my legs around his body. His shoulders flex beneath my hands and a tiny thrill of excitement courses through my body at hisstrength.

I’m so focused on kissing him that I hardly notice the fact that he’s carrying me across the room. One of his hands leaves my body followed by a loud crash as everything that was on his desk hits the floor. He lays me out on his desk, his lips never parting from mine. Not when he rips my panties from my body. Not when he frees his cock from his pants. Not when he thrusts into me in one longpush.

My nails score down his back, and I instantly hate the layers of clothing between us. I shove his suit jacket off his shoulders and blindly work the buttons on his shirt. I grow frustrated when I can’t manage to work the tiny buttons while he’s roughly pounding into me. Fucking me intodelirium.

Fuck this,I think to myself as my frustration mounts. I need his skin on mine. I grip the two sides of his shirt and rip it open sending the annoying buttons flying. Ha! Take that you stupid buttons. That’ll teach you for keeping me from touching myman.

Kingston growls in approval when I rake my nails down his muscled chest. It’s as if that tiny bite of pain sparks some inner beast because his thrusts become more powerful until he’s fucking me so hard his desk moves. Each thrust he hits me so deep that there’s a pinch of pain, but it’s so fucking sweet that I’m begging for more. I can’t get enough. I’m starved forhim.

“Fuck…” he grunts, his lips leaving mind for the first time since I entered hisoffice.

“Yes,” I moan. “Fuckme.”

His fingers dig into the skin of my thighs so hard that I know I’ll be bruised, but I don’t care. I’ll wear his marks with pride knowing that I drove him so crazy that he can’t helphimself.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, punctuating each word with a thrust of his cock. “My perfect fuckingwife.”

His thumb finds my clit and rubs it just the way I like. That’s all it takes to have my orgasm bearing down on me like a freight train. My back arches as I scream out his name. My vision blurs as my pussy clenches down on his length. Kingston doesn’t stop. He fucks me straight through one orgasm and into the next until I’m completely delirious from pleasure and I can no longer tell if it’s one orgasm or amillion.

“Going to cum in this tight littlepussy.”

“Please…” I whimper, unable to do anything other than be at the mercy of hisdesires.

He buries himself to the hilt and my eyes practically roll into my head as the heat from his release fills me. There is something so primal about how he makes love to me, and I hope it’s always this way between us. I never want to lose the madness that consumes me every time we come together likethis.

We both stay frozen in place, trying to catch our breath. Kingston is the first to move, but instead of getting up, he starts placing sweet kisses on my neck and jaw, slowly making his way to my lips where he languidly kisses me. Our hands roam over each other, not to arouse but to soothe. The moment isperfect.

I break our kiss and look into his eyes. “I love you,” I say with complete and utter confidence. No longer do I doubt that we are perfect for each other. We still have a lot to learn about each other, and I don’t doubt that we will have some bumps along the way but I love Kingston, and I am done running from him—fromus.

I can tell I caught him off guard with my confession of love. I find his furrowed brow and not quite but almost frown adorable. I would laugh if my heart wasn’t in my throat as I wait for him to say something. He closes his eyes for a second and when they open again, there is disbelief written inthem.

“Say itagain.”

“I love you,Kingston.”

He kisses me then, long and deep, putting every ounce of love I know he feels for me into the kiss. I answer back with tenderness and acceptance. I’m ready to be his in all ways. He gently cups my face with his hands and my eyes prick withemotion.

“I thought you wanted to talk?” he asks with asmirk.

“I think we communicated pretty well myself.” I rotate my hips and squeeze his half hard cock that is still buried insideme.

“Hmm… I suppose we did,” he concedes, as his cockhardens.

This time, he makes sweet love to me. It’s not the frantic coupling of before. He’s telling me with his body that he loves and cherishes me. That I am his and he is mine. When we are both sated and replete, he carries me to the couch and sits, holding me on his lap. I snuggle into him,content.

“What happens next?” Iask.

“We live happily ever after, ofcourse.”

Epilogue

Kingston—One Year Later

Once again,I’m waiting at the altar for the woman I love to walk toward me, only this time she’ll be wearingwhite.

“You nervous?” Theoasks.

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