My Big Fat Fake Wedding(66)

“Mmm . . .” she moans, losing herself in the sensations as I expose more and more of her silky soft skin to my mouth. I’m raging hard in my pants, but this isn’t about me. This is about her.

For the first time in my life, it’s about her.

Letting her gasps of pleasure guide me, I open her blouse to uncover the lacy edges of her bra. I lick where it meets her skin, teasing her until I see her delicious nipples harden to stiff little nuggets for my tongue.

Thankfully, she’s wearing one of those front-closure bras, and seconds later, I’m devouring her breasts, nibbling and sucking while my hands roam over her legs, squeezing her ass until she’s arching to my touch, begging for more.

“Ross,” she moans, guiding me lower as hunger and desire sweep through her body. I follow, unbuttoning and kissing my way down her stomach to the hem of her shirt.

She’s a work of sensual art, bra and shirt wide open, tits on display for me, her skirt working its way higher as she bucks. Her hair’s getting fluffier as she writhes, and her skin is flushed with desire.

“Watch,” I tell her, unhooking her skirt and peeling it off her legs before rolling her soaked panties down and off. Her eyes take me in silently, her chest rising and falling in deep breaths as I hook her knees over my shoulders and lift her up slightly, just enough to let her see as I drag my tongue between her pussy lips.

She gasps, grabbing my hair as I part her lips again, scooping up her wetness before circling her clit with the tip of my tongue.

I lick her.

I nibble on her.

I suck her.

I worship her.

With every sweep of my tongue, my grin grows until I’m wolfish, consuming her even as Violet bucks and grinds her hips against my ravenous lips. The only word that leaves her lips the entire time is my name, repeated again and again as her body is pushed into overload.

But my name is all I need. I can hear the differences, when she wants me to go faster, when she wants me to slow down, and when I find a spot that has her seeing stars. Each time is pure pleasure for me as this woman, who is transforming in front of my very eyes minute by minute, relishes the pleasure I give her and offers back my name in supplication.

I wrap my hands around her thighs, holding her tight for the final plunge. Finding her clit, I circle my tongue quickly, lapping at her firm little button until Violet’s thighs quiver and her back arches unconsciously.

“Ross!” She screams as she comes, covering my face in her sweet juices as the waves sweeps through her. I don’t let her get carried away. Instead, I’m her rock, holding her safe and secure in my powerful arms.

Violet moans deeply, her legs and hips turning to jelly before she sags and I pull back, rearranging her on the bed. I rip my clothes off and cover her with my naked body in a second, not letting her come down fully from her orgasm before I shove inside, filling her.

“Fuck, Vi,” I groan out, relishing the hot silk feel of her pussy as she grips me tightly. “You feel like . . . heaven,” I grit out.

Home. I almost said she feels like home, and that’s the truth. But now isn’t the time for that conversation. There might never be a time for that, so I’m going to enjoy this for whatever she wants it to be right now.

I fuck her hard, holding her hips and moving her in time with my thrusts as I kneel between her legs. I want to watch her face lost in pleasure, want to see her tits bounce, want to enjoy the look of her pussy stretching around me. I want it all . . . all of her.

In and out, over and over, I make my mark on her. She is mine. And whether she wants it or not, she’s holding my heart and all the cards.

She spasms anew, crying out my name, and I fall over her, one elbow on either side of her head. I want to be closer, in her face as she comes from our fucking. Her quivering walls trigger my own orgasm, and I explode violently, painting her with my cum as I kiss her passionately, sharing breath the way we share pleasure.

I relax, barely able to hold my weight off her as I get my bearings. “Holy shit, Ross.” Her voice is hazy and breathless.

“I know, me too,” I say, turning her onto her side before wrapping her up in my arms.

“Ross,” she says, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles. “You—”

“Are going to take care of you, whatever that means,” I tell her, kissing the ebony waves of her hair. “So don’t worry. We’ll make it together, Violet.”

She sighs and snuggles against me. “Thank you.”

I hold her tighter, not ready to sleep but not wanting to be anywhere else right this moment.





Chapter 16





Violet—Friday—8 Days Until the Wedding





It’s barely light outside when I stir. I slide my eyes open, stretching luxuriously to find Ross awake and watching me.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he says as he leans over and plants a sweet kiss to my mouth, zero cares given to my morning breath.

I smile, teasing, “Why are you watching me like a creeper?”

“I have something to tell you,” he says, his expression serious.

I shuffle in the bed, sitting up and leaning against the pillows. I take a big breath, steeling myself. “How bad is it?”

He ducks his head. “Remember how you asked if I was buttering you up with the bath?” I nod, and he says, “Well, I wasn’t. But dinner last night was supposed to butter you up, but I got sidetracked.” He cuts his eyes to the side, scanning down my body hungrily even though I’m mostly covered by the blankets.