Page 4 of Last Minute Fiancé

Then she stepped past me, stripping her shirt over her head.

When the bra came next, I swallowed hard, trying not to look at her rosy pink nipples. But it was really the only thing I could look at.

And when she moved back to tug on my belt, I sucked in a breath and followed her into the bedroom.

I stripped down, taking off my shirt first, then my belt and pants, forgetting I was still wearing my shoes, and quickly kicked those off.

“I had such a great time tonight,” Addison said as she stretched her arms over her head.

That put her breasts right near my face as I was bent over taking my shoes off, and so I did the only thing I could think.

I slid my face between her breasts and kissed her. She moaned, and somehow we were suddenly both on the bed, hands and mouths all over each other.

I didn’t mean for it to happen.

My mouth was on hers, and she tasted of sugar and liquor and everything that I craved.

I slid my hand between her legs and found her bare. She was wet, my fingers sliding between her wet folds. I slid one finger deep inside and she moaned.

It felt like a dream, like it wasn’t real, but the screaming part in the back of my brain knew it was real.

“Addison?” I whispered. “Tell me to stop.”

She looked at me, her eyes clear.

“I’m not that drunk, Luca. Don’t stop.”

So I didn’t.

With my hand still between her legs, I slid my thumb over her clit, slowly fingerfucking her as she writhed under me. Her hands went between us, gripping the base of my cock, and I groaned, needing more.

We were still kissing, her hands on me, when she came, her pussy clenching around my fingers.

When I slowly slid them out of her, I brought my hand up to my mouth and sucked them clean.

She groaned, then turned over.

I looked down and began massaging her ass, spreading her cheeks so I could see her wetness.

“You’re so damn beautiful.”

She let out a soft laugh as she placed the condom between us.

Suddenly far more sober, I quickly opened the packet and slid the condom over my length.

And then she was under me again and I was cradled between her thighs.

I met her gaze and knew that this was probably a fucking mistake.

But I didn’t care. Not with this woman, not with what I knew was going to happen next.

I slid deep inside of her and we both moaned, and then my lips were on hers, and her hands were rubbing up and down my back.

It was fast, it was frantic, but she was coming again around my cock, squeezing me, as I slid in and out of her faster and harder. And when I pounded in the last time, both of us whispering each other’s names, I came, my whole body shaking as she clung to me.

Sweat-slick, and now sober, I held her but couldn’t meet her gaze.

So afraid that I had ruined everything.

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