Expecting it All (Punishment Pit #7) - Livia Grant Page 0,42

many hours it’s gonna be before we get to our next hotel. Maybe we should fit a quickie in,” he mumbled, his lips nibbling at the crook of her neck.

“You have to be kidding me. We only got married less than twenty-four hours ago and we’ve already done it twice.”

Lukus froze, looking up from her neck so their eyes met in the mirror in front of them. “You better get used to the idea that I’m taking this honeymoon thing very seriously. I won’t consider myself successful unless you come home walking funny from all the sex marathons we’re gonna have in the next two weeks.”

Tiffany’s core spasmed at the X-rated heat in her new husband’s eyes. The anxiety she’d been feeling from rushing to pack started to fall away as his fingers deftly unbuttoned her jeans just as his other hand snaked up under her loose-fitting blouse, roughly pushing her bra up and over her breasts, freeing them to his touch.

“So far, we’ve made love once in the hotel bed, like vanillas. Then, we had our fun in the shower this morning.” His left hand slid down her tummy, into her pants.

Their eyes bore into each other in their reflection as his fingers slid through her wet folds, roughly stroking her clit before plunging two fingers into her core. It was getting harder to stand as the pleasure washed over her.

“I see you’re ready for us to cross the next challenge off our list. The quickie.”

She couldn’t help it. She got the giggles. “Since when is a quickie a challenge for us? We’ve had dozens since I met you!”

Sensing his renewed urgency, he was pushing her jeans down her legs as he answered. “Maybe, but those were dating quickies. This will be our first married quickie.”

Done talking, Lukus pulled them towards the tall island in the center of the closet. Pushing the open suitcase aside, the countertop was the perfect height to press Tiffany’s top half across as he pulled at her hips, positioning her bottom where he wanted her.

The ding of a text message on Lukus’s phone reminded them both that they had a car and driver waiting for them down in the alley, ready to drive them to O’Hare.

“Hold on, baby. This is gonna be a rough ride.”

She barely had a second to feel the tip of his shaft sliding through her folds when he thrust forward, knocking the wind out of her as his cock bottomed out in one plunge. Their joint grunts echoed in the enclosed space as Tiffany opened her eyes to admire the sight in the side mirror. She had a front row seat to the magnificent sight of the man she loved, fucking her with complete abandonment. His hands gripped her hips, helping to yank her back against him with each stab of his hard erection.

“Yes! Holy shit, I’m gonna come already!” She cried out.

His “Good girl,” tipped her over the edge. In her compromised state, she couldn’t decide if she loved being his good girl or his naughty girl more. Each came with their own set of advantages.

Lukus was a piston, riding her hard and fast for several long moments until she felt another orgasm building. His breath was getting ragged and she could see his locked jaw in the mirror as he fucked her, chasing his pleasure.

Tiff could always tell when he was getting close to coming—his thrusts became more erratic. She was in a race to come one more time before he finished. Sensing she needed a bit of help, Lukus used the grip on her hips to lift her lower body off the ground completely, lifting her high enough to change the angle of his continued hammering just enough that the tip of his rod now pounded directly onto her G-spot.

Her orgasm hit her like a truck and she rewarded her new husband with her patented sexy rant she knew he loved so much. “Fuuuccckkk… yeah… Lukus, that’s it… harder… faster… shit….”

Lukus finally bellowed out his own orgasm, arching his back as he deposited his load of hot spunk deep inside her.

Collapsing on top of her bent body, the couple took a few minutes to replenish their oxygen levels with their heavy panting.

“Holy shit, that was amazing,” he finally said when he’d recovered enough to speak, nuzzling her intimately through her long hair.

Tiffany chuckled, “And just think, we haven’t even left for the honeymoon yet.”

Remembering they were late, Lukus stood, removing his softening cock from her body. She