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No inhibitions.

No limits.

Just the two of us while the forgotten wedding reception fizzles away somewhere on the ground floor. We forget about everyone and everything as we make love again and again until we’re spent, tangled between the satin sheets.

Maybe I was wrong; maybe this will work out, after all.

This could be my true happiness.

Chapter 14

Eileen

Morning finds us hungry for more.

“Where do you get this energy from?” Anton chuckles, his laughter turning to moans of pleasure as I take him in my mouth.

My lips stretch around his cock, already hard and eager to fill me. “Just following your lead,” I say, firmly gripping the base.

“You look gorgeous from this angle,” he says, lovingly looking down at me.

He slides down my throat, quite the effort for me, but I love every inch. I love his soft hazel gaze as I look up at him. He’s mine. All mine. I run one hand across his chiseled chest, letting my fingers play with the short, dark curls. I pinch a nipple as I deep-throat him with growing hunger.

“Hold it,” Anton commands me, gripping me by the back of the head to keep me in position. I gladly obey, tears trickling from the corners of my eyes. Tears of pleasure, unbridled pleasure, as my tender pussy is hot and wet, waiting for his attention. “You were made for me, Eileen. You know that?”

“I’m getting a clue,” I giggle as I lift my head. “Actually, I got plenty of clues throughout the night. Ever since you pulled me out of… oh no!”

“Just remembering our wedding reception?” he laughs.

I feel my cheeks burning as I sit up, my hair draping over my shoulders and tender breasts.

“I wonder what they’ll say.”

“I don’t really care,” Anton replies. “Not when I’ve got you looking like this.”

“Like what?” I mumble.

Outside, the sun rises lazily over the incandescent skyline. Buildings jut from the ground into the pink-blue sky as the world gradually awakens from its slumber. The world, not us. We’re not done here. Not yet.

I feel my husband’s cock twitch in my hand.

“Like a goddess. All mine,” he says, motioning for me to approach. “Come up here.”

“You mean like this?” I innocently ask as I straddle him and slide onto his cock, letting him stretch and fill me to the brim once again.

His eyes roll with raw pleasure. “Fuck, yeah, just like that.”

“I’ve never been on top before.” The words come out before I realize it.

His eyes widen and he stares at me for what feels like forever. Neither of us move, but I can feel him throbbing inside me, growing even bigger while my pulse accelerates with each raggedbreath. “What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s not like I had much sexual experience before you came along.”

“Eileen, are you telling me you’ve never ridden a cock before?”

I shake my head slowly. I feel awkward and wonderful, vulnerable and commanding all at once as I glance down at him. He looks so damn handsome from this position. It fills my soul with a newfound power that radiates through every pore.

“We need to remedy that right away, baby,” he says. “Move your hips.”

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