Page 100 of Full House

“I imagined this is how the wealthy pirates once lived. What do you say, shall I plunder your booty?”

She laughed, twirling in a circle before coming to a stop, her fingers finding the zipper at the side of her dress and slowly inching it down. “Aye, Cap’n.” She slipped out of her dress, letting it puddle at her feet on the floor.

He sucked in a breath. Victoria in her gown was a sight to see, but in the little scrap of lace she wore under it, she was fantasy inducing.

His dick hardened instantly, coming to full attention. “Come here.” His voice sounded gruff, and he lost the ability of intelligent thought, his littler brain now ruling the show.

She didn’t listen, instead, climbing on the bed, kicking and pushing pillows out of her way.

He unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off then did the same with his pants. Down to his boxer briefs, he walked to the table and poured them each a glass of champagne.

“A toast,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and handing her a glass. “To the most beautiful woman in the world, and to me, the lucky bastard who snatched her up.”

They clinked glasses and took a sip.

“My turn.” She raised her glass. “To the man who wouldn’t stop until he had the woman he wanted, and to me, the woman lucky enough to be that person.”

His lips were on hers before either of them could seal the toast. He tossed his glass to the side, hearing the muted thump as it met the soft ground. He heard her glass hit the bed, falling from her fingers.

Free now, his fingers sliced through her hair on either side of her head, tipping it back to deepen the kiss. He wanted to consume her. Make her a part of him, him a part of her—one unit—so there would never be a doubt they belonged together.

He felt her hands graze his back, her nails biting into his flesh. Nate trailed kisses along her jaw, and down the length of her neck, stopping where it met up with her shoulder and lightly biting into the tendon there.

She threw her head back, moaning, shoving her tits forward. They overfilled the cups of her bra, the scrap of lace barely covering her nipples. It wouldn’t take much to free them. And it didn’t. With an index finger, he pulled down on the material, and her breast spilled out. A feast for his eyes and mouth.

He sucked on her nipple, drawing it deeply into his mouth, and her hands moved from his back to latch onto his hair, not pulling him away but pushing him impossibly closer. His face was smothered by her breast, but he didn’t care. Who needed to fucking breathe, anyway, when they were in heaven.

His hand blindly found her other tit, freeing it, too, before his fingers rolled the hardened tip. She gasped, gyrating her hips, giving him a hint of where she needed some attention. Working his way down her stomach, he paused to lick around her navel, continuing down to the edge of her transparent, lace panties. They needed to go. Grasping the thin strings at her hips, he tugged, snapping them.

A small gasp left her lips, and she wiggled her hips, the unobstructed material falling to reveal her pussy. That’s all it took for his mouth to descend, groaning as his tongue licked through her folds, lapping at her as if it were the finest ambrosia. And to him, it was, and he could never get enough.

She spread her legs wider, opening herself to him, and greedy as he was, he took her offering, adding his fingers while his mouth found her nub, sucking it in, and flicking it with his tongue.

“Oh, God.” Her voice was a husky purr.

Her hands clenched the sheets in her excitement as she bucked against him, and he placed a hand on the flat of her stomach to still her movements. She was close, but he didn’t want her coming yet. He wanted to feel her squeezing his dick.

Victoria groaned in protest when he left her, but he was only gone long enough to kick off his underwear before his mouth found her clit again, giving it one last flick before he surged up, filling her in one smooth motion.

Grasping her legs behind the knees, she made more room for his hips as he slammed into her. Over and over he pounded into her, his balls hitting her ass, and her tits bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts until they were both breathing hard and sweat collected on his brow.

They climaxed together, hers the accelerator for his own. He felt her pussy clutching at his cock until he lost the fight. His balls tightened, and he emptied himself deep inside her.

“So which wet spot do you want? The smaller slightly grosser one, or the larger champagne scented one?”

“I get a choice?” Nate asked, raising a brow.

She grinned. “After that fantabulous orgasm, I’m feeling generous.”

He pretended to ponder for a moment. “How about,” he rolled off the bed, taking her with him, “we just pull up the comforter. It’s warm enough to go without, but I’ll keep you warm if you get cold.”

She fluttered her eyelashes. “My hero.”

They climbed back on the bed and got into their usual position—him on his back, her curled into his side with her head in the crook of his shoulder. Her finger made a pattern on his chest, spelling something, but he couldn’t make it out.

They were silent for a while before he said, “What’s on your mind?” He always knew when something was troubling her.

She took another minute to answer. “I’ve come to a decision.”

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