Page 29 of Midnight Wedding

“I want to feel you come and listen to your moans. I want your mouth around my cock.”

“And what if I don’t want that?”

“Then get out. But if you stay—” He leaves that last part empty. It hangs between us. The promise of what he’s going to do to me.

This whole situation is beyond fucked.

I step forward into him and he leans down to kiss me, but I’m already moving up to meet him, and our mouths clash together. It’s ungainly, awkward, and I’m so fucking hungry I don’t even care. The kiss is teeth and tongues and lips, and he pulls me against him tight as he steers us both back into his apartment.

The bed has sheets this time. I notice that, but not much else. He undresses me and worships my body as he does it, murmuring about how good my nipples taste as he licks them and how beautiful my hips are as he kisses them and how much he likes making me squirm and moan and beg for him as his tongue licks up and down my pussy.

And he’s right: I squirm and moan and beg, I gasp his name as my back arches, and I push against him harder as his fingers glide inside of me. He works my clit with his tongue, and it’s too much. The terror of the last day slams headfirst into the almost divine bliss of his skilled mouth and I come way faster than I ever thought possible, shivering and shaking underneath him.

“That’s my girl,” he says, pressing two wet fingers into my mouth. I suck them, whimpering.Why the hell do I like hearing that so much?He undresses and guides me by the hair until his cock’s in my mouth, and I suck him like I want his approval, like I need him to be proud of me. I slurp and lick, gliding him as far into my throat as I can, and it’s absurdly satisfying when he moans my name in that low bass rumble of his. He pulls me back, eyes burning as he drags me onto the bed, and he pins me down until his cock fills me to the brim.

I grind into him. I’m sweating and I don’t care. He fucks me, kissing my neck and breasts, thrusting slow and deep until my breaths and gasps speed up and he speeds up too.

“This is all I want, right here,” he whispers, filling me again and again, my hands pressed against the headboard. “Your wet, soaking pussy feels so fucking good. You’re a filthy girl for me, aren’t you? You love to get filled to the brim, you dirty fucking girl.”

“Yeeeessssss,” I moan, arching into him. “Keep going.”

He grips my hips and plunges in. Fuck, it feels so good. I’m riding right on the edge, my brain a mess of bliss.

“You couldn’t resist letting me fuck you again. You want me in your mouth, in your pussy, between your tits, deep in your ass, wherever I fucking want. You want to give yourself to me. You want me to wreck you, don’t you, baby?”

That does it. He hits every note and I’m done. I shatter under his fingers and come so hard I can barely breathe, and he’s not too far behind. I feel him stiffen and his warmth fills my pussy. I pull him down in a clumsy embrace and kiss him with wet and hungry lips.

We stay tangled like that. I’m grinning like an idiot, floating in midair.

That was good. It was so, so good, and maybe it’s a mistake but I don’t care.

I’m happy.

Until I feel it again.

And my smile disappears.

“Uh-oh,” I say.

“What?” he mumbles.

“I’m sorry.” I push him away and scramble out of bed. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry!” I run away, butt-ass naked, and throw myself into the bathroom.

Just in time to puke my guts up again.

Chapter 10

Lena

Nothing like a little puke to kill the good vibes.

“Fuck,” I moan as I clean myself up in the bathroom. I’ve never been so humiliated before in my life. What the hell is Arsen thinking right now? The poor guy just fucked me into submission and then suddenly I’m puking in the bathroom like he repulses me or something. I need to explain that it’s not his fault. I’ve just been going through some weird nausea issues lately.

I come back out into the bedroom wrapped in a towel feeling completely chagrined and awkward, only to find it totally empty.

“Arsen?” I say, poking my head out into the hallway. There’s nothing, no reply. I pull on my clothes and frown at the bed.

His stuff is gone. No jeans, no shirt, no shoes. Nothing at all.

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