Page 77 of Pucked Up and Married (Las Vegas Angels 4)

Her pussy open and wet for me.

And her mouth taking and giving in equal portions with mine.

Everything—both of us—in perfect synchrony.

Every breath.

Every movement.

Every touch.

Every kiss.

Sheer, flawless perfection.

My hand covered her breast and I nibbled on her lower lip. “Are you close?” My thumb and middle finger pinched her hard nipple.

“Yes, oh, God, yes,” she murmured and I felt her walls tighten around me. I let my hand travel down her stomach, to the bundle of nerves between her legs—to where she needed me.

My thumb gently whispered overtop, and she gasped into my mouth, “Yes, Trey, right there.”

“Anything you want,” I told her, and that was true. I would give this woman anything and everything she needed or wanted.

I could feel the anticipation of my own orgasm, ready to explode at any moment. “I’m going to come,” I panted as I continued pounding into her, “tell me where to come, sweetheart.”

Her arms held me as tightly as her pussy. She exhaled forcefully, “Come inside me, Trey.”

So, one second later, I did exactly that. My hips thrust into her in a frenzied rush until I finally felt the euphoria of my own release.

"Fuck me,” I breathed into her mouth, “I’m coming inside you.”

My hips stilled while I emptied myself, and she milked the last of my orgasm from me.

Her embrace didn’t falter.

Not even once.

“I love you,” I kissed her plump lips, “I love you so fuckin’ much.” I kissed her cheek, then down the soft curve of her neck.

“I love you, too,” she whispered, making my heart nearly burst.

And somehow, at that moment, I knew everything between us would be okay.

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