My Big Fat Fake Wedding - Lauren Landish Page 0,149
not looking forward to Aunt Abi and Aunt Courtney explaining to our children just how we got together.
But that’s for later. Much later.
Right now, I’m thankful to be feasting on Violet’s voluptuous, luxurious body. Soft swells of breasts capped with delicious nipples pebble at my touch as I slip the straps off her shoulders, exposing her skin to my lips and tongue.
As I taste her, Violet arches her back, her hands running through my hair. Her core presses against my rock-hard cock, precum oozing from its tip. I ride her, my cockhead dancing over her clit as I suck and nibble her breasts, moaning as she slips from side to side, encouraging me.
Violet moans as my hips speed up. Reluctantly, I pull back, trembling as I kiss down her stomach to the softness of her pussy. I dip my tongue deep inside her cleft, scooping her honey out into my hungry mouth, so sweet and tangy all at once.
I look up while lapping at her, my cock leaking between my legs at the sight of Violet watching me, squeezing and massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. She lifts her hips, offering herself fully to me and letting my hands have access to her ass. We’ve both explored and discovered so much about each other over the past two months, and as my tongue flicks over her clit, I use my little finger to circle her asshole, the two combining to drive her wild.
“Fuck, Ross!” she screams as she falls apart on my tongue, grinding against my mouth and covering my face in her juices. She bucks and quivers, her hips driving up until she collapses and she pushes me onto my back. It’s something that we’ve just learned about Violet . . . when she’s double-stimulated, the orgasm doesn’t drain her but supercharges her, something we both enjoy.
I lie back, letting her have her way with me and happily giving her control the way she just trusted me with it. Violet places my steely hard shaft between her tits, moving in a sexy massaging wave that leaves me breathless. With each stroke of my cock between her soft mounds, she voraciously sucks on the head of my cock, leaving me trembling on the edge of coming.
But Violet knows me as much as I know her now, and she pulls back, panting as she quickly climbs on top of me and impales herself on my cock. Both of us freeze, the feeling of being together with no doubts, no questions, no lies, and having been blessed anew stopping time as we adjust to the powerful sensations in our hearts, minds, and bodies.
“Mmm . . . I like married sex, Mr. Andrews,” Violet purrs when she’s ready, kissing my chin.
“I like married sex too, Mrs. Andrews,” I reply, reaching down and cupping her ass. Violet lifts up, riding me slowly, her slip a puddle of silk around her belly button as she slides up and down my cock.
We take our time, letting the heat build within her body, her breasts rising and falling until she reaches down and I capture her fingers in a tight grip, our hands intertwined.
Faster and faster we go, my hips thrusting up to meet her tight pussy, sheathing deep inside her with each slap of our skin. Violet throws her head back, her hair a cascade of curls and her skin flushed pink as she nears the edge again. Her pussy squeezes and tightens around my cock, driving me right to my limits.
She drops down hard, taking all of me and shattering herself as she cries out, her voice pure and joyous on the warm tropical air.
‘Say it,” I growl through gritted teeth.
“I love you, Ross. My husband.” Her words are breathless and stilted but what I need to hear to trigger my own orgasm.
I join her, my balls tightening and exploding, filling her with my seed as deep as I can as I grunt out, “I love you too. Wife.”
Finally, the world spins and I pull her to me, holding her tight until everything comes back together.
In the calm following the storm, Violet sighs happily on my chest. “Two whole weeks of this, huh?”
“That’s the plan.”
Violet laughs and kisses my chin again. “Keep it up, mister, and we’re going to have a stowaway on the trip home.” Violet rubs her belly down low, and I wonder if Nana’s baby chatter is getting to her the way it has to everyone else.