Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
"Fuck, baby, you're soaked," I mutter, my voice low and rough. I let my fingers glide through the wetness. "Have you been thinking about me?"
"I'd be lying," she manages to say, bracing herself with her hands on the vanity top, "if I said no."
I grin at her, loving that she's not being shy, that she's giving in to this. "Good." I push one finger inside of her, watching her bite her lip. "From the first second I saw you, I wanted to get my mouth on you."
"Oh, God," she gasps as I push another finger inside her, stroking her inner walls as her cunt squeezes around me. She's so tight and wet. I can't wait to fuck her, but right now I need to taste her too badly to worry about myself.
"Grab onto the edge," I command as I fuck her with my fingers. She does as she's told, leaning back against the mirror as her hands grip the wooden sides of the vanity. When she's situated, I push her thighs apart and kneel, burying my face between them, licking a hot trail up to her pussy.
She bucks, crying out as my tongue brushes over her clit, then my lips wrap around it and suck. Her whole body arches, her head falling back as she works herself against me. It's sexy as hell, watching her lose herself like this. She's not thinking about anything other than the pleasure I'm giving her, not her hair, or her makeup, or the fact we're about to get fucking married, and I love it.
I use my hands to keep her thighs wide open as I devour her, sucking her clit, nibbling at it, sliding my fingers back into her and setting a slow, torturous pace with them. She writhes and moans, her pussy tightening as she gets closer and closer to the edge.
"Xavier," she gasps. "Oh God."
I hum against her, my stubble dragging against her inner thigh as she shivers. I can feel her getting wetter, hearing it as I move my fingers in and out. She's so close, and I want her so badly that my cock is like iron. But there's no time, and I refuse to be late to our own wedding because I can't control myself.
I want to drag this out, to have her a sweating, writhing mess by the time I finish, but I know I can't. So I crook my fingers inside her, finding the different texture of her g-spot, and repeat the motion until she's all but sobbing my name. I'm relentless, stroking her, sucking on her clit, not stopping or letting up until I feel her inner walls start to spasm.
"Xavier," she says. "Xavier, don't change a thing, I'm going to—"
Her voice cuts off with a hoarse cry, and she comes, the hands she's so carefully kept away from my combed hair giving in as she rakes her nails against my scalp, her body riding my face. I keep my mouth on her, licking and sucking her through it, until finally her shaking thighs begin to still.
When I stand, my mouth is still wet from her, and I wipe it on the back of my hand while she pants and recovers. It's a sight I never want to forget, her dress pushed up around her waist, her legs splayed open on the vanity, her face flushed and eyes glassy as she catches her breath.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Maria," I say, unable to stop myself. "And you taste so goddamn good."
She shivers, eyes drifting closed. "I want to make you feel that good, too," she says softly.
I lean in to press a kiss to her throat, where her pulse is racing under her skin. "Later."
Her eyes fly open. "What?"
"Later," I repeat. "Right now, we've got a wedding to get to."
She looks down at herself, pivoting on the now-shaky vanity to see her lipstick smeared and her gathered curls listing to one side. "Oh, shit."
I can't help but laugh, adjusting my throbbing manhood and helping her down from the vanity. "Oh shit is right. Let's get the lipstick off both our faces before we're late."
"But—"
I press a finger against her swollen lips. "No buts, Maria. You listen to me, and I'll get us through this."
There's an argument ready to burst out of her mouth, but she swallows it down and nods once.
"Good girl."
5
MARIA
Igo through the wedding like I'm in some sort of trance, my legs faintly quivering still, and everything else appearing washed out besides the man at the end of the aisle waiting for me.
Distantly, I can see that the quickly thrown-together ceremony is beautiful, with white and yellow flowers scattered across the sands and an arch made from lake driftwood. A long white carpet leads to the arch so I don't get sand in my shoes, and the smattering of chairs lining each side of the aisle are surprisingly full. No one I know is here besides my father, who is dabbing his eyes as he starts to escort me to my new husband, but Xavier must have instructed his family to spread out so it wouldn't look so strange.