Page 55 of Something Blue

A soft, reluctant moan of pleasure escapes my lips and my cheeks flush pink. I can feel the heat of my embarrassment. I’m so turned on by him - and I can’t even try to hideit.

He chuckles as he stares down at me, looming over me like a perfectly sculpted giant.

He stands up and pulls me with him, his lips crashing into mine.

While he kisses me he is pulling at my wedding dress. I still want to fight him. Even though I am so fucking turned on, I want to keep fighting.

I push his hands away, turn my head to the side - doing everything I can to make it difficult for him.

My dress falls to the floor around my feet and he sees the white lingerie I’m wearing.

He growls and bites his lip.

“You fucking want this—” he smirks, while his eyes eat me alive. “You would never have put this one on if you didn’t want this.” He slips his finger beneath the sheer white lace of my bra and it brushes over my nipple. Sharps electric spikes of pleasure shoot through me.

I turn to run. But again he is too quick.

My heart is beating so hard I can barely breathe.

Celso grabs a handful of myhair and shoves me back down onto the sofa, my ass in the air, pointed right at him while my face is buried in the pillows.

I scream as he pushes my face down, and he chuckles. “Are you having fun yet?” he asks, tugging his belt off.

He lets the leather belt brush over my ass cheek. “You’re lucky I don’t use this on you, angel.” I wiggle my ass, trying to free myself from his grip, but his cock brushes over my ass cheek, and I freeze. He stands up, leans forward again and his fingers slip beneath the delicate lace and in an instant he has ripped my panties off my body.

My pussy is throbbing and pulsing and dripping with need. I am shocked by how turned on I am.

The desire pulsing in my body is almost feverish, making me dizzy and desperate.

A soft whimper escapes my lips, giving away my wish.

I want him to fuck me.

I want him to fuck me like he is claiming me as his own. Everything he has said, every time he’s told me I belong to him - I want to feel it. I arch my back towards him, begging him.

His cock brushes between my legs, over my pussy, and I shudder with need.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Celso

Ihave her pinned against the couch, unable to move. She’s been fighting against me since the moment we got into that elevator and all its achieved is making me want her more.

My cock is so fucking hard right now I’m in pain.

But Neve can’t hide her true feelings from me. She can’t hide her desire or her body’s reposes and right now, with my cock pressed between her ass cheeks, she can’t hide how wet her pussy is and how she’s arching her ass up towards me. I chuckle. A low deep sound that vibrates through the air.

I have what I want, right in front of me. I thought our first time together would be gentle, possiblyromantic. But she clearly didn’t want that - and now I don’t either.

I want to fuck her how I’ve fucked her in my dreams.

Bent over the sofa, locked in my grip, unable to escape while I claim her with every thrust of my cock.

I grab my cock in my hand and let the tip slide over her pussy.

“Oh fuck.” She whimpers, her voice muffled against the pillows.

“Beg me to fuck you, angel. Beg for it.”

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