Page 122 of Vows We Never Made
“What… what about it?” She squeezes my hand between her thighs.
“I’m thinking somewhere close to home. Cabins in upper Quebec or Nova Scotia?”
It isn’t important, really.
We have the budget to go anywhere on earth.
Anywhere I end up with my ‘wife’ under a blanket will do.
“Okay, y-yes.” Her voice hitches as she trembles, already on the edge of coming real sweet for me.
“Focus, Pages. What do you want?”
“Y-you know,” she whines, and I grin. “Please let me come.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” I drag my fingers against her inner walls and she collapses against me, convulsing as her orgasm hits full force.
My free hand grabs her face, covering her mouth to muffle her cries.
Goddamn, I love it when she bites me.
Holding her close, I hide her, making sure no one at the helm gets a glimpse of what’s for my eyes only.
Our little secret with the sea.
But I’ve had enough.
The hellfire in my blood makes me want her spread out under me, legs apart, those glorious breasts free to suck as long and hard as I want.
I want to make her squirt on my mouth.
“About that honeymoon,” I growl once she’s recovered.
“Holy shit, anywhere. Anywhere with you is fine.” She stares up at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright. “Wherever you think you can make me feel like this.”
“That can be arranged.” I scoop her up in my arms, loving the hot little gasp of surprise she gives as she wraps her arms around my neck.
She always thinks she’s so heavy with her mom’s twisted opinions, but nothing could be further from the truth.
I want her to stop worrying about her size and shape and start realizing how beautiful she is. If she sees herself in a new light by the end of our fakery, my work will be done.
She kisses me the whole way back to the ship’s cabin.
Inside the master suite, I lay her down on the double bed, thankful Gramps never skimped on the furnishings. When we were kids, we always used to get the cabins with the singles, but now it’s just us and this big bed is mine.
Laughing, she folds her legs around my waist. I pull her dress up and help her wiggle out of it, then her panties.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” I take her nipple in my mouth and tug until she gasps. Her hips shift. I already know her pussyis soaking, dripping for me like honey. “Are you going to make a mess on these sheets?”
“Only on your side.” She squeals as I turn her over and smack one luscious ass cheek.
“Brat, be careful.”
She pumps her ass at me. “Is that so bad?”
I lean over her, loving the feeling of her naked skin against my clothes, even if my outfit feels stifling with the lust racing through my veins.
“Want me to show you how bad you are?”
