Page List


Font:  

“I can smell you already, your pussy wet and ready for fucking. Was it wet while you were out there? Did any other man smell you?” Smack, hard.

“No, Paul, it’s just for you. I’m wet just for your cock.” Smack. Dear Lord, her juices were seeping down her leg.

“So you’re just my whore and no one else’s?”

“Just for you, Paul, no one else but you.” Smack. The orgasm hit her hard, and she went down to her knees in front of him. His cock was at her mouth, and she opened up and sucked on him greedily. He fucked her mouth relentlessly, not giving her a moment to catch her breath. When he exploded in her mouth, it was a relief and it was far too soon. She kept him in her mouth and cleaned every inch until he began to harden again.

He leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Who does your pussy belong t

o?”

“You. Nobody else can touch or see my pussy but you. My pussy gets wet only for your cock.”

“That’s my bad girl. My horny little bad girl,” he crooned as he pushed her onto her hands, and she knew what would be next. Another slap rang out, and her pussy clenched. His fingers slipped into her soaking wet pussy, and she knew he was coating his cock with her juices. Just seconds later, he was pushing into her ass. Her ass was open and welcoming to his cock, and she pushed back to take him deeper. Several more slaps rang out as he pounded into her and carried her into a mind-blowing orgasm.

***

She woke the next morning to find Paul already awake and watching her. She smiled and caressed his bristled cheek. “Good morning.”

“How are you doing? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” His concern was always there in the moments after, and it made her heart squeeze every time.

“I’m fine, better than fine, and you were amazing. I love you.”

She hadn’t meant to say it. If he hadn’t looked so relieved and smiled at her so sweetly, she wouldn’t have, but she couldn’t hold it back anymore.

She watched him still at her words, and held her breath.

He seemed to consider her words, and then gave a small nod and leaned down to kiss her thoroughly and sweetly. “Come on, sleepyhead. we have to get ready for the wedding. We can’t be late or Kelly will put our heads on a stick.”

She lay there stunned as she watched him walk into the bathroom and heard the shower turn on. What had just happened? In a daze, she followed him.

“Paul?” She watched him soaping his gorgeous body. Her body responded immediately, and she had to force her eyes up.

“Sweetheart, if you come into this shower we are going to be late. Give me two minutes and stop looking at me like that and maybe we’ll make it on time. Go use the guest bathroom. I put all your things in there last night for you to get ready.”

A coldness swept through her, and she turned away. He wasn’t pushing her away and telling her he didn’t love her and wasn’t ready for love, but he wasn’t saying it back. What did this mean? Dazed and beyond confused, she went through the motions of getting ready for the wedding, unsure of what to do beyond the next minute.

She followed him out the door and stood by while he hailed a cab to take them to the church. They entered the church and Laura almost wept at the beauty of it. The beautiful stargazer lilies gave off a heady perfume. The soaring ceiling and the stained glass gave a feeling of grandeur that fit Kelly perfectly.

“Oh no, sweetheart, no waterworks yet. You have to at least wait until you see the bride. But no worries; I have you covered.” He pulled out a white handkerchief and handed it to her with a smile. She smiled at his thoughtfulness, but his next words took the smile away. “I’m glad it’s all settled. I’ll call the movers on Monday to schedule a time for them to move you. We can spend tomorrow packing you up. I really want you to move in before the end of this week, before I have to leave to go to Seattle to see Jim and Cayce.”

“What? It’s not all settled, and I’m not moving in with you.” The church was beginning to fill up, and she had to lower her voice despite the fact that she felt like screaming.

“You said you loved me. Why the hell won’t you move in with me?”

“Because you haven’t said it back. Because I want more than just to move in together. I need to know there is a future, and you haven’t given me that hope.”

He sighed and was about to speak, but the music began and he was forced into silence.

Laura watched the ceremony with a heavy heart. Would she ever stand up there with Paul? It was what she really wanted. She wanted him all to herself forever and ever. The tears came. She made use of the handkerchief and was surprised to feel Paul’s hand cover her own. He drew her to him, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

The ceremony ended, and they filed out of the church. Cabs were lined up to take the guests on to the hotel for the reception. The moment the door was closed, Paul was on the attack. “I told you from the very beginning we were going to keep this light, no commitment, and you agreed.”

“That was then and this is now, and you asking me to move in is not light. There is a commitment in that. How the hell is asking someone to move in with you light?”

He seemed stunned by her outburst and her question. “Because we can both leave at any time. This isn’t about just moving in. You want it all, just admit it.”

“Yes, I want it all,” she said. “I want marriage, kids, and the whole package. I’m not asking for it right this second, I know it’s only been six months, but I want to know that eventually you want that with me too.”


Tags: Fiona Murphy Erotic