I shivered. He brought my view back to him. Those lusty chaotic blue eyes flashed.
“I’m done talking about it.” A cruel smile spread over his face. “Maybe my cock can reason with you.”
“Please.” I fumbled with the front of his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping. Somehow, I worked his pants over the curve of his muscular ass and halfway down his thighs. His cock sprang free. So thick and long.
He released my hair and kissed me. This time it wasn’t soft or gentle. It was rough and possessive. Wild and hot.
And then he reached between us, grabbed his cock, and pressed the tip along the opening of my pussy.
Yes.
I trembled against him.
He whispered against my lips. “You want it?”
“Yes.”
“But do you deserve it?”
“Yes, Saint.”
He pushed inside of me, but only a few inches.
“Saint?”
He watched me. His warm breath skittered across my cheeks. “I should take my time.”
“You should fuck me.”
“Don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight that you’ll still feel my cock in you tomorrow as you’re walking down the aisle.”
My bottom lip quivered.
“I’m going to make that little pussy sore.”
I parted my lips, not sure of what to say. If there was a ticket for that ride, then surely I would buy several.
He pulled his cock out.
Right when I was going to shriek in protest, he flipped me over.
I screeched in shock. I was sideways on the bed and almost leaning off of it. I tried to position myself differently. He wouldn’t let me as he slammed that big cock into my pussy. No longer did I focus on proper placement. All I could think about was those hot strokes.
He pushed deep into me. Those big thighs had my legs spread wide open.
I squirmed, taking his cock and gripping the edge of the bed.
Gripping my hips, he pumped hard. “Do you feel that?”
“God, yes!” I was desperate to hold onto the bed, but I could barely pay attention. He pumped hard, stretching me, inch by inch.
My hands slipped off the bed. I almost fell forward, but he had a hard grip on my hips.
“Where are you going?” He slammed that cock into me. “Huh?”
“Oh!”
He pulled out and let go of my hips.
I slipped off the bed and broke the fall with both hands planted on the floor. The warm furry carpet smoothed against my palms. My ass was in the air. My lower body was still up on the bed.
Giving me no time to adjust myself, he plunged right back into my pussy, giving me more intense thrusts. He returned that grip to my hips and pumped into me more. I had no complaints. Just to keep getting those delicious strokes, I would continue to lean halfway off the bed.
“Oh!”
He slowed his strokes. “Are you crawling away, Ivy?”
“No.” My body trembled.
“Hmm.” He pushed into me. It caused me to slip further off the bed.
Thank God he still held onto my hips. He fucked me forward until my hands were slowly taking steps away from the bed. And then he was off the bed along with my legs. He held them up and spread open, stroking in and out the whole time.
Oh my God!
The position was so awkward and so perfect at the same damn time. I was like his own personal pussy plow. My palms were flat on the ground. My head faced forward. My back arched. My legs were up around his, holding on to dear life. Still, he held my thighs up. It must’ve taken great strength to hold me up and pound into my pussy as well. Surely he had the powerful biceps for it.
He was so deep inside of me. There would be no room to move away. And every time he thrust, a deep groan left his mouth. Each slip and slide of that thick cock ignited a blazing hot current that engulfed my whole body.
For several erotically delicious minutes, he drove deep into me.
Wild erotic sensations surged through my body. In this position, his balls thumped against my exposed clit in merciless, rhythmic thrusts. As if sensing my breakdown, he increased his tempo, pushing my orgasm forward.
“Saint!”
“There we go, baby.”
“Oh, Saint!”
“Yes, baby.”
It didn’t take me long after that. My orgasm exploded within me, unraveling my cells. Pleasure zipped and buzzed. I got swept up in a lusty vortex, unable to see through the sensations.
So taken back by the intensity, I screamed in shock. “Ah!”
He groaned, loud. And I knew he was coming along with me, lost in the rapture just as much as I was.
Minutes later, both of our bodies were on the bed, entangled with each other and covered in sweat. Saint had carried me back over to the bed and lay me down. So hot from him, I had to take off my dress.
With my eyes closed, I whispered, “Where the hell did you learn that position?”
“I was improvising.”
“Good fucking job.”
Laughing, he ran his finger through my damp hair. “You did excellent as well.”
“All I did was take it.”
“Oh, but you took it so well. I’m surprised I held on for that long. I wanted to cum inside of you much earlier. I had to switch my thoughts to Christmas Carols.”
Chuckling, I opened my eyes. “What?”
“It’s the downside of being a man. The mind is everything. Looking down at you with your ass jiggling and watching my cock go in and out of you. I almost didn’t last a damn second. So, I had to shift my attention to something else while still enjoying the pleasure of that wet, warm pussy.”
I licked my lips.
“Don’t do that.”
“Then don’t talk that way. You’re making me excited again.”
“That’s it for you, Ivy.”
I frowned. “Saint—”
“I mean it. This trip is almost done anyway.”
“You act like the wedding has already happened and—”
“You have until tomorrow to answer me.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” He sat up.
“Hold on.” I rose and placed my hand on his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Leaving.”
“But I don’t want you to leave.”
“And I don’t want to either, but it’s time I take a stand or we’ll be doing this for the rest of our lives.”
I wanted to argue against him, but I knew he had a point.
He grabbed his pants off the ground, stood, and climbed into them.
“Fine. You’re not going to spend the night. Okay. But you don’t have to rush away so fast.”
“I do because every part of me is screaming to just lay next to you and enjoy the moment.”
I pouted. “Which isn’t a bad idea.”
“It is if I’m madly in love with a woman that won’t open herself to me.”
“I was just as open as I can be.”
“Not your legs, Ivy. And you know it.”
I bit my lip.
With his pants on, he went over to grab his shirt. “After being here for Holly’s wedding, I’ve realized that I want more in life. I love you. I know that you’re the woman for me. . .but. . .you don’t think so.”
I gripped the sheet tight, wanting to rip it apart. There were so many words spinning around in my head. But I couldn’t let any of them go. He looked down into my eyes and I feared that he witnessed the myriad of emotions swirling together in my head—desire, fear, confusion, anger, need. I was so weak and unable to deal with this whole situation properly. I would have smacked my face if it wouldn’t look crazy. Tremors of fear moved through me.