Page 9 of Rim Job

A sexy cock monster trap.

Against my own will, I begin to respond to his kiss. He somehow manages to pull me closer into him, and I melt.

He is so tall.

God, he’s tall.

I’m on my tip-toes trying to maintain lip contact. I slide my fingers into the short hair on the back of his head and grip tightly as I hang on and ride this kiss out. His large hand moves to palm my ass, and my head begins to spin. My nipples pebble, ready to come out to play. This man is kissing me senseless. I momentarily forget all the messed-up shit I just found out. The fact I’m married. The fact I’m married to a stranger.

I’m married to a stranger.

Ti, stop fucking kissing him.

Also, it might be a good time to stop jacking him off.

I didn’t even realize my hand managed to find its way there. I’m in the middle of an internal battle of wills when his dick twitches in my hand. He groans into my mouth, deepening the kiss as he begins to gently thrust himself in and out of my grip.

“Stop!” I shout against his open mouth, and I release his cock, trying to shrug off his grasp on my mind and body.

Dammit.

He’s hypnotizing me. I can’t even override my own desires. He’s like a hypnotist, a sex hypnotist.

“Stop. I don’t even know you.”

I push against his chest, and he loosens his grip on me. Tears begin to fill my eyes.

Damn, this is so fucked up. I can’t believe this has happened to me.

“Love, it’s all right. It will all be all right. Calm down and we will figure this out, together.”

“It’s not all right! None of this is. I had a plan, and now it’s totally fucked.”

What have I done?

I have to fix this. I will fix this.

I dart around the massive bedroom and grab my shoes from where they were thrown last night.

My honeymoon night.

Jeez Almighty. I had a honeymoon and don’t remember shit. I search for my bra, panties, and clutch but don’t see them anywhere.

Fuck it.

I can’t be here any longer. I need space from my husband,fucking hell, my husband,and I need time to think. I need to devise a plan to get this shit annulled without anyone ever knowing.

“Where am I? I need to get back to my hotel. My best friend is getting married today.” I lean to the side, slipping on one of my heels.

Glory’s wedding.Fuck.I’ve hijacked her wedding day. No way I will tell her or anyone else about this. It’s too humiliating.

“You’re at my hotel.” Rim just stands there looking defeated in his naked beauty. I can’t allow myself to feel bad, though. I’ve got too much other shit on my plate to deal with. I can’t be taken in by those puppy-like eyes.

“Your hotel?”

“Yes, my hotel.”

“What hotel?”

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