Page 22 of Just Married

I decide to have mercy on my girl and give her what she craves. I suck her clit between my lips, lashing it with my tongue. She cums on a scream, panting and gasping for breath. Her nails dig into my scalp as she pulls me closer. Soon, she’s pushing me away having become too sensitive. I lick her through another orgasm loving how she cums with my name on herlips.

I slowly kiss my way back up her body, finding her lips I kiss her deeply, sharing her taste withher.

“I’m going to make love to you now,” I say betweenkisses.

Peyton is still breathless, and I find it sexy as hell that all she can manage is a nod. But her body says everything. Her thighs spread welcoming me between them, and her hands grip my arms tightly as if she’s afraid I’ll stop if she letsgo.

Fatchance.

I line my cock up and slowly enterher.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight andwet.”

Each inch I sink into her feels like fucking heaven. By the time I’m balls deep, we are both panting. I force myself not to move because I refuse to come like some adolescent boy. Peyton shifts beneath me, looking for the friction I’m denying us both. I kiss her deeply distracting us both from the raw pleasure of my cock in her warm, willingpussy.

I slowly withdraw, her pussy grips me tightly as if it doesn’t want to give me up. I pause, my cock poised just at her entrance. I rock into her slowly rolling my hips on each down stroke. Her moans egging meon.

“More,” she criesout.

“More what, sweetheart? Tell me what youwant.”

I slow my pace even further. Drawing out each movement in exaggerated slowmotion.

“Fuck me,” she begs. “Harder. Faster.More.”

I pause, briefly, making her wonder if I’ll continue my slow pace, or give her the hard fucking she wants. After two heartbeats, I thrust forward, pounding my cock into her. I work my hips into a fiercerhythm.

“Like this?” I ask as I take her harder. “Want me to fuck this tight little pussy like I ownit?”

I grip her ass, tilting her hips so that I’m hitting her g-spot with everythrust.

“Yes, yes… oh God yes…” shesobs.

“Not God. Say myname.”

“Kingston.”

I crash my lips to hers. Our kiss no longer sweet—this is raw, unadulterated lust. Our teeth clash as our tongues slide together. Peyton’s nails score down my back, and I love each bite of pain because it shows how out of control sheis.

Her pussy squeezes me perfectly and I’m moments from losing control, but I refuse to find my pleasure before she getshers.

My fingers unerringly find her clit, and I pinch it lightly. Her lips are torn from mine as she cries out. My thrusts become erratic as her orgasm rips through her body, squeezing my cock in a satiny death grip. My spine tingles and my balls draw up. I bury myself as deep as I can get and let the pleasure sweep overme.

I give her clit gentle pressure, stretching her orgasm intoanother.

“Fuck, Peyton,” I groan as I empty myself into her pliant body. My cock throbs with each burst of mycum.

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Peyton collapses on my chest,her pussy still clenching around my cock after riding me to a powerful orgasm. I caress her back, luxuriating in the softness of her skin and the pure pleasure of holding her in myarms.

Long minutes pass as we lay quietly. Peyton seems to be a million miles away, even though she’s right here in my arms. She has something on her mind, and she’s trying to work up the courage to talk to me. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Peyton this last month, it’s that she can’t berushed.

“Kingston, can I ask you a question?” Her voice is barely a whisper as she works up the courage tospeak.

I kiss the top of her head and run my hand up her back in a soothing motion. “Baby, you can ask me anything. I’m an open book foryou.”

She takes a deep breath, and I know this is her trying to buy herself a little time. Whatever it is she wants to ask must be reallyimportant.

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