Page 67 of The Wedding Hoax

I wildly kissed down her chest as I pressed her against her bedroom door. She groaned underneath me, and I brought a hand up toward the front of her jumpsuit, exploring her skin. It didn’t take long for my fingertips to find her sensitive nipples, soon circling them one after the other.

“Fuck. Harry.” Simone groaned again, just as I took one of her nipples between my lips.

I ran my tongue across it rhythmically, keeping in time with the moans coming from her throat. She wrapped her arms behind my head, like she wanted to make sure I stayed right there. As I continued moving my mouth against her chest, I felt my cock straining against the fabric of my pants.

Fuck.

I wanted her. And I wanted her now.

I reached for the doorknob to her bedroom, casually opening it with Simone still wrapped around me. A few seconds later, I placed her down on the bed. Just as eager as I was, Simone started to quickly undress, letting her jumpsuit slip down to the bed. Her hands moved toward her panties next, but I was faster.

I pulled them down to the bedroom floor, right before I settled between her thighs.

And then I brought my mouth up to her pussy.

“Harry… Harry…” Simone writhed underneath me, her hands gripping the bedsheets. “Oh my God…”

I licked her clit in small, fast circles, with one of my fingers playing with her entrance. When I could tell she was wet enough, I slipped that same finger inside of her, my tongue still working her at the same time. I groaned when I felt her pussy tightening around my finger, letting me know she was about to go over the edge.

“Not yet, baby. Not yet,” I said as I moved away from her, my hands pulling off the rest of my clothes. I moved back toward her, grabbing her thighs before I lined my cock up with her pussy. It didn’t take me long to sink myself inside of her, my hands reaching for her own as I hovered over her.

“You’re mine,” I reminded her as I thrust my cock even deeper. “You’re all mine, Simone.”

“Yours…” She wrapped her legs around me, keeping me in place inside of her. “I’m all yours, Harry.”

After she spoke, it felt like something broke loose inside of me. I couldn’t contain myself anymore and increased my pace, moving against her even faster and even harder than before. She whimpered underneath me, her pussy already tightening around my cock.

And then she was coming, hard and fast.

“That’s right, baby. Come for me,” I groaned, feeling my cock starting to spill into her pussy, too. “Fuck. That feels so fucking good, Simone.”

I groaned again as I finished inside of her, soon collapsing beside her body. Our fingers were still intertwined as we caught our breath, our chests heaving in time with each other’s. Somewhere in the quiet, a thought slid into my head, one that I wasn’t able to shake no matter how much I tried.

Was Simone actually mine?

The thought haunted the back of my mind as I looked over at her. Her eyes were closed, with a small smile playing at her lips.

Sure, our sex had been great. It was always great between us.

But had tonight just been about sex? It was almost like she wanted me to claim her, like she wanted to make me jealous just by mentioning her ex asshole’s name.

But was this just a game to her?

Fuck.

Maybe having sex now was going to make everything else so much worse.

It certainly wasn’t going to help when it came to letting her go, which was supposed to happen in a few weeks’ time. How the hell was I supposed to let Simone go?

I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything.

All I wanted was for her to stay.

“Simone?” My voice was low. “You still awake?”

“Mm-hmm.” She nodded, even though her eyes were still closed. “Barely. Why? You weren’t trying to go for another round, were you?”

My heart sank inside my chest. “No. This wasn’t about that.”

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