Page 22 of The Best Man

I get naked first since I only need to get out of my dress, sash, and panties.

Once I am, his hungry gaze rakes over me. My tummy flutters as he locks a possessive arm around my waist and tugsmy body against his. I wrap my arms around him, my fingers lightly touching his muscular back.

He really is a gorgeous man. The most handsome of his brothers, by far.

The most troublesome, too.

He ruined my life tonight, so I shouldn’t feel any fondness for him.

Except that it turns out my life was already ruined, I just didn’t know it.

No one else was going to tell me, but he did.

… In his own way.

When he slides his hands under my ass and lifts me, I lock my legs around his hard body.

When he takes me in the shower and pins me up against the wall, I let him devour my neck and kiss his way toward my mouth.

When he shoves his cock into me, my battered pussy welcomes him home.

It aches when he stretches me, and I cry out against his mouth. He takes me hard and fast until I’m whining his name, clinging to his muscular frame.

He fucks me until I can’t take anymore.

Gasping and trembling, I cling to him as I come all over his cock. I’ve lost track of how many orgasms I’ve had tonight, but this one’s my favorite because it’s just the two of us.

The way my pussy squeezes him must trigger his orgasm, because a moment later he’s shooting one last load of cum deep in my pussy.

Yes, baby. Fill me up.

He gathers me close, and I wrap my arms around his solid torso. The hot water beats down on us, and I can hear his heart thundering in his chest.

I know he doesn’t love me, but Ifeelso loved.

It doesn’t make up for everything that happened tonight, but it is one of the most intimate moments I have ever shared with anyone.

He holds me until the water turns cold.

We didn’t really wash up like we meant to, but we’re both exhausted from everything we’ve been through tonight.

He turns off the water and leads me out of the shower.

I thrill at the way he holds my hand, the way he grabs the towel off the counter dripping wet, but instead of drying himself off, he dries me.

An impossible thrill shoots through me when he gets to my pussy. He holds me in front of his body, making me look in the mirror, and he rubs my pussy hard with the towel over his fingers.

“If you make me come one more time, I swear to God, I’ll fall to pieces.”

He smirks at me in the mirror, then kisses my shoulder. “That’s okay. I’ll put you back together.”

I don’t expect him to actually do it, but apparently the man is on a mission to see just how much my body can take because he wrings one more orgasm out of my exhausted body.

I turn around and melt into him, needing his strength to stay standing.

He scoops me up bridal style and carries me in to his bed.

I may not know what kind of future awaits us, but I know that tonight, his bed is exactly where I want to be.

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