Page 21 of Cupid's Naughty Elf

And I already am.

Liam doesn’t pause, but instead follows me flat onto my stomach, thrusting fast and hard. “Gonna fill you up. Want you dripping of me when you enter the church tomorrow.” His weight pins me while his cock thickens a little more, stretching me to the point it hurts a bit, before biting down on my shoulder. “Bred and full.”

Did he just…

His muffledfuckagainst my skin pulls me from the realization, but then the first spurt of come paints my insides. Thrusting lazily, he fills me to the brim and then overflows, but through each jerk, he never stops drawing out his pleasure and mine.

Doesn’t leave room for me to analyze or think; I’m exhausted and completely languid by the time’s empty. His rough exhale makes me grin, I’m sure it’s dopey at this point because I could really use a nap.

Something he knows, because Liam moves to lay beside me and lifts my sweaty, messy body and drapes me over him. His cock is back inside my pussy, all warm and still throbbing, while sleep begins to overtake me.

My last thought isn’t about truths or not wearing a condom, but I’m a little sad I didn’t get to taste him…

“We’ll have time for that later, sugar plum.” Fingers stroke up and down my still-slick back. Lulling me. “We’ll have the rest of our lives for you to choke on my cock.”

Did I say that out loud?

“You did, now get some rest.”

“But—”

“Piper…”

“Okay. Fine.” He’s so bossy, but I kind of like it. Might even reward him later.

8

PIPER

CUPID’S ARROW

“Happy anniversary, Liam,” I croon, crawling down his naked body while the man in question sleeps. We’re pressed for time. I’m sure my cousin will be here within the next twenty minutes, but I won’t let him exit this room without tasting him first.

He owes me.

Moreover, as if sensing my intentions, his cock gives a small jerk once we’re mouth to head. Just an inch apart, and my mouth waters before I give him a long, firm lick. From slit to underside and then down until I can nuzzle his balls. They’re heavy and full, tightening beneath my kiss, but I want to feel the weight of him on my tongue before the groom wakes up.

He won’t appreciate being told he can’t play, too, and I’ll be damned if we’re late to our wedding because we can’t control ourselves.

“This is just a quick blowjob. Nothing more,” I say as a pear-like drop beads at the slit, daring me to test my theory. Because for as much as I enjoy receiving pleasure, I love to give it. His taste. His scent. His groans of pleasure. There’s something so sexy about this man losing control under my touch, and today,I want to worship him before wearing his ring. “You have ten minutes before you need to rush out and start getting ready.”

When Liam proposed to me over Thanksgiving break, he wanted us to get away this Christmas and privately celebrateus. The individuals and the couple, but my agreement came with a compromise that I’m sure is about to come knocking down my door any minute.

We re-do our first time together exactly a year ago and make it our bachelorette/bachelor party. My fiancée didn’t miss a single detail either. How he managed to get another elf outfit identical to last year’s and make sure our families and friends followed suit, I’ll never know, but it was worth it.

Special. Unforgettable.

He so deserves this.

Taking the perfect male specimen into my mouth, I press my tongue against his throbbing vein. This makes his body tense a bit and brows furrow, but I pull back so just the tip kisses my tongue and flick it across the slit.

His taste explodes on my tongue; it’s all him with just a hint of me from our last round an hour ago and it’s perfection in its truest form. He’s caramel with touches of salt and my core clenches, my nipples beading into tight tips as his cock hardens against my tongue.

Liam stirs, and I take him deeper, almost touching the back of my throat. I swallow and one of his hands reaches down, gripping my hair tight in his fist as he takes over. His hips pump beneath me, fucking my mouth to a fast pace while I reach down and fondle his balls.

“Motherfuck, Piper.” His just-woke-up huskiness makes me whine, my core clenching in need. “Good little bride for her man. Such a sinful fucking mouth.”

“Yours. I’m your bride,” I say, mouth full of him. He likes it. The vibrations, and I redouble my efforts just as there’s a knock on the door.

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