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I’m going to lose it.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come, baby, I’m gonna come so fucking hard,” I grunt.
I shift my hips back since we never discussed whether she’s comfortable with me coming in her mouth, and she finishes me with her hand as my come jets out all over her tits. She moans as I grunt through each pulse of hot come that hits her soft skin, and as the shudders through my body start to calm, she takes my dick and runs it through the mess I just made on her gorgeous tits.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, as if she’s getting still more pleasure from rubbing my cock through the jizz I marked on her body.
Jesus Christ.
I’m never letting this woman go.
Chapter 34: Grace Nash
Hands on the Headboard
Five Days After the Wedding
He gently wipes the mess from my chest with a warm washcloth, and even that somehow feels good. He takes care of me, and my heart sinks deeper into him. We lay tangled together for a while, neither of us talking as we just breathe the other in and relax in the quiet afterglow.
I’m ready to go again.
I’ve never been ready to go again so soon after an orgasm, but Spencer Nash just does it for me.
In all the ways.
He’s amazing, and he’s mine. Somehow.
For now, anyway. For the next year.
And I plan to take advantage of the next year in every way I possibly can.
Starting with now.
“I want you,” I murmur.
He leans up on his elbow and peers down at me. “Huh?”
I giggle as I realize he was almost asleep when my voice woke him up. “I want you to fuck me,” I say, my cheeks burning with embarrassment at the admission.
“Oh, I plan to. Just give me five more minutes.”
I giggle as he gets up off the bed and pads naked around my room. He walks out, and he reappears a minute later with both our suitcases. “Condoms to the rescue.”
He fumbles around in his suitcase before he produces the box swiped from his brother’s house, and he pulls one out. He sets the packet between his teeth as he closes the box and tosses it back on top of his clothes in his suitcase, and why is staring at a naked Spencer as he grips a condom between his teeth one of the hottest damn things I’ve ever witnessed in my twenty-four years?
He pulls the condom out from between his teeth. “Can I take my time with you, or are you tired?” he asks as he rips it open.
“Take your time.”
His eyes flash with something—fire, maybe—and he asks, “How do you want it?”
My brows push together as I don’t quite grasp his meaning.
“Do you like doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl…”
My cheeks burn.
“Missionary? There’s something to be said for missionary.”
