“Jesus, Simone. Turn around,” he said thickly. “I want to fuck you until you can’t remember my name.”
I don’t know why, but it so fucking turned me on. He had this animalistic kind of charm that could make women wet with one touch. I rolled on my stomach and presented myself to him. He arranged my limbs and pushed my ass higher so I soon found myself on all fours. I could feel his hot breath on my skin as he examined my panties-clad ass. He pushed the thin strip of the lace fabric that covered my sex.
“God, your pussy is fucking pretty, too.”
I yelped in surprise when he licked my opening.
He laughed heartily and positioned me again the way he liked. I buried my face in the pillow as he licked and sucked my pussy lips. Sucked my clit until I begged him to stop. I couldn’t take too much pleasure at once.
And of course, he wouldn’t.
The second firework came through me like a hurricane. It raked my body thoroughly. High-voltage pleasure jolted and seared my every nerve ending. When he finally let me go, I momentarily forgot his name. Duke? Damn. Luke. When I said it, the name felt heavy on the tip of my tongue.
“Stay still,” he ordered.
I heard his fly zipping and the rustling of fabric behind me. Then, I felt him. The blunt tip of his cock nudged my wet opening. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I struggled between words. My thoughts were still scrambled in my brain.
“Condom, you mean?” Luke squeezed my ass. “You’re my wife. And this is our honeymoon.”
Oh. Yes. I guessed it made sense.
“Simone.” Luke grunted. “I…”
“Yes? Oh!” His cock stretched me open and penetrated me until it hit my cervix. He sheathed himself inside me balls deep. He hadn’t fucked me yet, and I’d already lost my mind. It was hot. Throbbing. I could feel the texture of his shaft, veined yet as smooth as luxurious velvet. He pulled slowly until his cockhead almost left my opening before pushing back in to the hilt. It was devastatingly good. The pleasure made my spine tingle and every fiber of my being scream with ecstasy.
I whimpered in delight as he thrust and pulled, branding me with his primal lust. The pleasure gathered. He grunted and fucked me faster and harder. He had barely hammered me with a dozen strokes when a violent climax ambushed me.
I came, but it didn’t stop Luke from battering me with more torrential fucks. The pleasure catapulted me onto cloud nine. My screams were muffled by the pillow. He kept on pounding. A dozen strokes. Two dozen. The sensation was unbelievable.
Just when I was about to come again, he withdrew completely and flipped me on my back. Without losing a beat, he penetrated me again and picked up speed. He kissed me. I kissed him back. We moved in cadence as the opera of lust headed toward the final rapture.
Luke lunged and yanked, thrust and pulled with all his might, as hard as he could—brutal and primal. I clung to him and wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to meet his slams. He pinned me and jack-hammered into me with thrusts hard enough to bruise me for days. But I didn’t care. He fucked me another dozen strokes when an unmerciful climax swept me up in its path. I came. Long and hard. So hard, I saw stars before my eyes.
Luke came with me this time, his body becoming rigid as he ejaculated. One. Two. Three more spasms. His cock shuddered. Two more spasms. My pussy quivered and milked his shaft until he had nothing more to empty.
I almost drifted off to sleep when he finally pulled out of me. Luke kissed me. Gently.
“I love you,” he said seriously.
I opened my mouth to say the same, but he pressed a finger on my lips.
“Don’t say it.”
I arched my eyebrows. Huh?
“I know you love me, but don’t say it just yet. Only say it when your feelings change. When you can’t stand being away from me. When you lust over me and can’t wait to have me for yourself. Those kinds of feelings. I want you to have those. And when you do, I’ll be very, very happy.”
Whoa. I’d never seen this mushy side of Luke. I liked it.
“Okay.” I nodded furiously.
“Thank you.” He pecked the top of my nose. “Tired?”
“No.”
“Ah-huh. I saw you doze off.”