Page 32 of Hot Mess Wedding

She does as I say and I’m presented with her plump, rounded ass. Between her legs, her bare pussy is glistening with her need.

“You’re drenched,” I tell her.

“It’s your fault. You get near me and my pussy starts weeping for your attention,” she says.

Her words somehow make my steel-hard dick even harder. I run my hands over the curve of her ass, and then squeeze her hips.

“Does Lola want me to eat her first or just fuck her?”

Cleary looks over her shoulder at me. “I’ve waited so long, Ian. Please make love to me.”

I push her head down to the mattress, popping her ass more into the air, then I bend forward and lick her slit. She’s tangy and sweet and I growl into her pussy. “I had to have a quick taste first. Now roll over onto your back.”

She does, spreading herself wide open.

“I still want to make you come first because I don’t want to hurt you. So I need you even wetter.”

“It won’t take long. I already feel like I’m close,” she says.

I position myself above her, dropping my hips so my cock slides right between her folds. I rock my pelvis to rub my erection across her clit.

“Oh yes, that’s good.” Her legs seem to open even more.

I lean down and kiss her. Our tongues tangle as I continue to mimic the motions of fucking so I can hit her clit again and again.

“Yes, I’m getting close. That ring of yours feels amazing.”

“Wait until it’s inside you and bumping against your G-spot.”

“Don’t stop, Ian.”

“I’ll never stop, lil’ darlin.’”

“Oh fuck, I’m coming.” Her entire body goes rigid, then she breaks.

I put my hands between us and slide two fingers inside her. Her pussy walls squeeze at my digits and she quakes through the rest of her climax.

I go up on my knees, adjusting her body so she’s partially elevated on my thighs. Then I angle my dick down to notch at her entrance. I slowly slide inside her, inch-by-slow-inch. Watching myself disappear into her body is the hottest thing.

Her pussy lips are spread wide to make room for my thick cock.

“Why are you going so slow? You’re not going to break me.”

I thrust all the way inside her. Her fingernails bite into my forearms where she’s gripping me.

“You feel like home, Cleary. This is my pussy, you hear me?”

“Yes. Make me yours, Ian.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not. I need you to move.”

“Look down here. Watch me fuck this pussy.”

She glances down at where we’re joined and her lips part. Then I start to thrust. Moving in slow motions at first. But she’s so wet and so tight and feels so fucking good I lose all measure of control.

“Yes, that’s it. Oh my God!” she screams.

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