“Wow.” Her eyes are glazed as she leans against me to stay upright.
“Wow?” I hold her shoulders and cock my head back. I need to see her face. Yep, I’m looking for compliments.
She flushes and looks down at the floor. “God, this is embarrassing.”
“What?” I put a finger under her chin, so she can’t avoid my gaze. When her eyelids flutter shut, I growl under my breath.
“I’ve never had an orgasm before. Well, at least with another person.” She blinks and gives me a tiny smile. “It was amazing.”
“You should enjoy the experience as much as the man.” A wave of euphoria rolls over me, making my body tingle, and my heart knock in my chest. Although a part of me is irritated the jackass, who took her virginity, didn’t worship her the way she deserved, I’m also glad it’s me bringing her pleasure.
“Well, I didn’t. Until now.” She shakes her head. “This was an eye-opening experience. Randy made me feel dirty about wanting oral sex, so I was embarrassed to even think it was something I would like.”
“Asshole.” I suck in a breath and contemplate finding the jerk and junk punching him. Why do guys think it’s okay to use women for their own sexual pleasure? Even the random hookups I’ve had walked away satisfied.
I place my hands on her face. “You should never feel dirty about anything you want. If you like it, you should expect the guy to give it to you. You deserve to enjoy your body.”
“Shit.” Tears well in her eyes. “Don’t be perfect. I can’t handle that.”
I hold my breath. What if we could be more than this weekend? Could a long-distance relationship work? Fuck. I don’t even know where she lives.
My phone rings. What time is it? The clock on my nightstand says one o’clock. Shit, I’m going to be late. The wedding planner is going to lose her mind.
And Karissa. How could I forget my daughter’s most important day?
I grin and place a tender kiss on Dalilah’s lips. When she moans into my mouth, I shudder. I would love nothing more than spending the next fifteen minutes deep inside her sweet pussy, but my daughter is going freak out if I’m late, and I’m not going to disrespect Dalilah by a ‘hit it and quit it’ that leaves her unsatisfied.
Now that I know the lack of attention she’s received; I’m determined to blow her mind. “I’ve got to get ready. Are you sure you still want to go to the wedding?”
“Yes, I’m positive.” She glances at the clock and gasps. “Crap. I’ve got to get to the front desk and get my dress. I can’t believe I lost track of time like this. I don’t even have time to take a shower.”
“You talk too much.” I capture her lips again and run my hands down her body until I reach her curls. When she spreads her thighs, I slip a finger inside her center. She’s wet and hot as I dive inside. Lord, I would give anything to spend the entire day balls deep inside her.
I pull my hand out of her sex and suck my fingers into my mouth. “Sweet. There’s no need to shower. I’m the only one that’s going to smell your sex and know how much you want me.”
“Oh, my God.” She shivers and steps back. “You are a dirty man.”
“But you like it.” I wiggle my eyebrows and grin at her. I take a step toward her and ignore the phone ringing repeatedly on the coffee table. It’s about to vibrate off the surface and onto the floor.
“Yes, I love it.” She smiles and grabs her clothes. “I’ve got to get dressed, or I’ll never make it on time.”
“You are so right about that.” I stroke my cock through the thin material of my shorts. “I can’t wait until the wedding is over, and I can sink my dick inside your hot, greedy pussy.”
“Oh, for the love of God.” She jerks her clothes on while glowering. “You are awful.”
“No, honey. I’m the best you’ll ever have.” I bite my bottom lip and drop my hand to my side. The sad fact is that I could cum in about twenty seconds, she has me so worked up.
“You’re going to turn me into a cockwhore.” She grabs the door handle and gives me one last once over. Her eyes settle on the bulge in my pants.
The protrusion that is throbbing for her. Only for her. I growl deep in my throat. Fuck. I don’t want her to turn into a cockwhore. I want her to fall at my feet and profess her undying love for me.
What in the hell am I doing? I’m starting to be concerned that falling for her is inevitable, but where do we go from here? I don’t want another man to touch her. Only me.
Chapter Nine
Chloe
THE WEDDING VENUE IS BREATHTAKING. When I arrive, the groomsmen and minister are already in their places, and the room is packed. God, I must be the last one to arrive. How embarrassing.
Despite my limited time, I’d showered but didn’t wash my hair. I couldn’t afford to walk in looking like something the cat dragged in. Nor was I going to sashay through the room smelling like I’d just had the best sex of my life. I shudder. Not yet, but I’m going to tonight.
The pulpit is filled with enormous floral arrangements. I’m not a huge flower person, but I can identify roses, carnations, orchids, and lily of the valley as several of the different types.
My hands shake. I wish I could come in with Damon, but he’ll be escorting Karissa. You can do this.
The usher gazes at me and nods. “Which side?”
“I’m Damon’s girlfriend.” The words don’t stick in my throat like they did yesterday. It’s growing easier to imagine them being true.
He smiles brightly at me and loops my hand around his bicep. “This way, ma’am.”
I don’t know if he’s family on Damon’s side or Decker’s side, but it doesn’t really matter. He’s dressed handsomely, and he’s polite as he takes me to the second row where there’re two empty spots.
Sitting carefully, I try not to wrinkle my dress. Once I retrieved it from the front desk, I’d been in love. It fits my curves perfectly and makes me feel sexy with a smidgeon of innocence.
I blush. There’s nothing pure about the way I respond to Damon. It’s animalistic. He pushes buttons I didn’t even know I had. Buttons Randy couldn’t have found with a spotlight and a GPS app.
As the wedding march begins, my heart pounds in my chest. Karissa is breathtaking in her floor-length white satin gown. The dress is covered in beads, and her face is radiant. However, I barely notice her. My eyes are glued to Damon.
He’s stunning in his suit and tie. It’s the first time I’ve seen him dressed to the nines, and he is fucking GQ in the flesh. My entire body breaks out into a sweat. Lord, I may need to run into the mountains to cool off. I fan myself and hope no one notices.
I quickly glance around the other guests. There’s nothing to worry about. They only have eyes for Karissa and Decker.
As I moon at him, I feel a tingling sensation going up my spine. Twisting to my right, I notice Brandi’s pinched red face and her death stare. If she has a voodoo doll of me in her hotel room, I’m in trouble. She wants me dead.
I cringe and return my attention to the glowing woman who’s meeting her fiancé at the altar. Decker is as smitten with Karissa as she is with him. His eyes are filled with tears as he waits for her arrival, and it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.