Page 19 of Star Pupil

Seeing her spread out for me in nothing more than my shirt, with my ring on her finger, made my heart race and my breath catch in my throat. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growled, tearing my pajama pants down my legs before I crawled into bed with her. I slid my fingers into the opening at the top of the shirt to cup her tit, making her whimper. “And mine. All mine.”

I dropped my mouth to hers, my tongue sliding between her lips to claim her mouth. When her nails dug into my shoulders, I tore the shirt open, and that lone button went flying. Dipping my head lower, I sucked her nipples into my mouth. Her back arched off the mattress and her hands moved higher so her nails could dig into my scalp instead.

I felt the pre-come dripping from the head of my cock, the slick heat of her arousal rubbing against me was making me impossibly hard. Sliding one finger low, I dipped inside her pussy, testing her readiness. “So fucking wet for me. Only ever for me.”

“Griffin,” she whimpered, circling her hips.

I wrapped my hand around my cock with one hand, while tilting her hips up. With one powerful thrust, I filled her until the head of my cock bumped against her cervix. I slid out and then back in again, with long, slow strokes. Knowing she was going to be my wife soon, I was already close to the edge. The feel of every inch of her pussy rippling around me had my body tensing as I tried to hold back until she was ready to come with me.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Your pussy feels so damn good.”

“Please,” she begged as I slowed my thrusts down even more.

“I’ll get you there, bright eyes,” I whispered into her ear, pressing kisses to the skin of her neck.

I reached down, sliding my thumb over her clit in quick circles, making her scream out as her pussy strangled my cock. With her walls clamping down on me, I thrust into her harder.

“Fuck!” I roared, coming harder than I ever had before. When my heart finally slowed and I wasn’t trying to catch my breath, I slumped forward onto the mattress, rolling onto my back and pulling her on top of me.

“I love you,” she whispered against my lips.

Looking into her eyes and seeing the same depth of emotion I felt for her shining back at me, it was clear that she owned me as much as I owned her. I was a damn lucky man. “Do you love me enough to elope to Vegas and avoid the media frenzy that’s going to surround our engagement and wedding?”

“Vegas?” She wrinkled her nose up. “I’ve never been there before. If we elope, I’d still want it to be special.”

“Trust me, bright eyes.” I dropped a kiss on her lips. “Vegas offers more than just quickie, drive-by wedding ceremonies. You’ll be able to get whatever you want there.”

“It would be nice to have our wedding be just about the two of us, without having to worry about the paparazzi,” she sighed.

“Then let’s run off and get married. Give me two more of your firsts—Vegas and a wedding.”

“Yes,” she replied sleepily, her head dropping to my shoulder as she drifted off for a nap.

Later that night, thatyesturned into anI doafter Hank loaned me his plane and pulled some strings to help me give my bright-eyed girl the wedding of her dreams.

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