Page 59 of 4 Weddings and a Feud

“What? I?—”

“Sit.”

He didn’t know what he’d been about to say. Probably something to wrest back control of the situation. Being bossed around and not knowing what would happen next made sweat pop along his hairline.

But this was how he’d get what he wanted, which was to sink into Mary’s glorious pussy, so he sat. The soft leather creaked under his naked ass.

“Condoms?” she asked.

“In the bedside table on the left.”

He watched the silk shift across her ass as she walked to the table and slid open the drawer. “Mind if I use your lube, too?”

Oh, fuck. “I don’t mind.”

She carried the tube and the condom to the side table next to him. She squeezed a dollop of liquid onto her finger and reached between her legs.

He grasped the skirt of her slip and raised it to watch her smooth the lube over her labia, then along her slit. Her breath caught when she touched her swollen clit, but then she moved her hand away to press a finger inside herself. He wanted to do it all for her, slick her up and get her ready for him, but all he could do was watch as she slid her fingers across her skin. When he tore his gaze away, he saw the lines of stress around her eyes had disappeared.

“Now you.” She gripped his dick with her slippery hand and pumped him. He loosed another string of curses.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” she asked, a saucy glint in her eye.

“Bring your pussy here, and I’ll kiss it with my dirty mouth.”

“Tempting, but I have other plans for your mouth.” She picked up the condom and tried to tear it, but her fingers, slick with lube, slipped and didn’t hold. “Whoops. Could’ve planned that better.”

“Teeth?” His mouth went dry at the image.

“Gross. No, you do it.” She handed him the condom, and he found a dry corner to tear it open. He rolled it on.

She put her knee next to his leg and climbed onto his lap. “I’m doing all the work here, understand? You just let go.”

Let go? Unlikely. But he nodded. He lifted her skirt again to watch as she positioned herself over him and, holding him at the base, slowly sank down. With the lube, he slipped easily inside her.

She paused when her ass landed on his thighs and rolled her hips experimentally.

“Fuck,” he whispered. Then he lifted his face to capture her lips in a ravenous kiss.

She rolled her hips again, squeezing his dick, and he saw stars. He pushed up his hips to nestle deeper inside.

“Nope. Remember, I’m in charge here.” She lifted, then ground down again.

“Yes,” he hissed.

“Thought so. You can touch my breasts,” she said as if she were a queen, allowing him to kiss her ring.

He slid his hand up the satin-smooth garment to her breast. He lifted it to his mouth and sucked her nipple through the fabric, the silk so thin he could feel every contour against his tongue. He palmed her other breast, rubbing the silk against her nipple until Mary let out a happy sigh.

She started a slow rhythm, lifting and falling in his lap. She added a little squeeze at the bottom of her descent that made his eyes roll back. It wasn’t as much compression as when he fisted himself, but being inside her wet warmth, her breasts pushed into his face, and her scent all around him was enough to shoot him to the edge. He gritted his teeth. He couldn’t come in less than two minutes. Not before she’d come.

With one hand, she gripped his shoulder, her short nails digging into his skin. With the other, she lifted his chin until he popped off her breast. She kissed him, a hungry invasion of her tongue, and for a minute, he forgot about holding off, about getting her to orgasm, about anything but the way she curled around him and made him feel like the center of her universe.

She kissed along his jaw to his ear and whispered, “Let go.”

Fuck it. He gripped her ass, lifted his hips, and thrust up into her once. Twice. Then, shouting something incoherent, he came. He didn’t care that he’d broken all his rules. All that mattered was the release that stiffened his muscles for long seconds until he collapsed, boneless, into the chair.

He gentled his hold on her ass. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

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