Page 23 of Hot Mess Wedding

He licks me straight up the center of my pussy. Then his mouth is all over me. Devouring me and licking me as if it’s his one purpose in life to eat all the arousal off my body. He licks and kisses all over my pussy, sucking on my lips, then the hood of my clit.

“Ian. I never could have imagined.”

I thread my fingers into his thick hair and let my eyes flutter closed. I want to program my brain to record every sensation so I never forget how this feels.

He slides two meaty fingers inside me and the invasion is just what I need.

“Goddamn you’re tight,” he murmurs against my intimate flesh.

His lips, tongue and fingers work in tandem, and I’m fairly certain I’m holding his perfect, beautiful face to my pussy.

“Oh my God. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” No doubt our hotel neighbors can hear me, but whatever. “Ian, yes, please don’t ever stop.”

He growls against me and the vibration pushes me over the edge. My orgasm is big and intense, rocketing through every neuron in my body. A slight gush of liquid pulses out between my legs.

He places one last kiss to my bare mound, then lays his head on my belly. It’s the part of my body I detest the most, but he’s looking at me with nothing short of adoration and lust. I never would have thought those emotions could go together, but it’s all there, hot and sultry in Ian’s whiskey brown eyes.

“You’re so pretty, so perfectly fair and freckled and luscious.”

He’s sincere and honest, I can feel that in his every word. But it’s too much. I reach between us and tug on his boxers.

“I’m ready for you to be naked,” I say.

It’s futile now, I realize, trying to fight and protect my heart. This man has owned me since the moment he held my hand.

He gets up on his knees and walks up close to my face. Then he’s pulling down his boxers revealing his dick inch by inch as he tucks the waistband under his heavy balls. His hair there is trimmed and tidy. And there’s a ring going through the hole at the tip of his penis.

“Pierced,” I whisper. I lean up and suck him into my mouth.

“Christ, Cleary. This is all I could think about when you were sucking on my thumb earlier.”

I wrap my hand around the trunk of his cock. “Me too.” Then I suck him back in my mouth, playing with that metal ring with my tongue.

“You love that dick, don’t you sugar baby? Yeah, you were made to suck my cock.”

I increase my suction, hollowing out my cheeks as I pull him deeper into my throat.

“That’s it. Just like that.”

I lean back on one elbow and he thrusts into my mouth, careful not to choke me. Just the thought of him fucking my face like this has me soaked again.

His groans are intensifying as are his movements. And then he pulls himself out of my mouth and wraps his fist around himself as he comes all over my chest.

It was undeniably sexy; I acknowledge that. But his cock is softening which means not actual sex.

“Did you not want to do it?” I ask.

He picks up his shirt off the ground and cleans up my chest. “I want to. More than you can possibly know.”

My stomach tightens with dread. “But?”

“I know what you’re looking for and that’s not me.”

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Cleary

What I’m looking for meaning, he doesn’twantto actually be with me. Not in any real sense. Anyone can look at me and tell I’m not a one-night-stand kind of girl. I’ve got forever written all over me.

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