Page 54 of Meet Me at the Altar

“I think I’ll do it, baby. I mean, if you really want me?—”

“The fuck you mean if I really want you? Of course I want you, baby.”

He proved it to me the way that he kissed me so deeply that I dug my toes into the bamboo flooring, arched my hips toward him, and groaned in that man’s mouth like my soul was being snatched from my body.

Andrès’s hands worked their way from my hips up my back and around to my breasts. He palmed them easily before he broke our kiss and lowered his head to taste me. My nipples ached in response to the scrape of his teeth against them. My skin was so sensitive and tender, and I wanted more.

I reached between us and gripped his erection through his shorts. I slowly lowered myself to my knees and removed his dick from his shorts. It was thick, hard, and smooth, except for the veins that protruded in various spots.

I took the velvety tip of his head into my mouth. He groaned his appreciation as my tongue swirled around the surface, and he muttered, “That’s my good girl. You look so pretty on your knees like that. So damn beautiful and that mouth is perfect, wet, and hot the way that I like it. The perfect position.”

I moaned and sucked him further as a reward for speaking the things that I needed and wanted to hear.

“Want me to fuck your face, Kalli?”

I nodded and muttered around him. “Mm-hmm.”

“Take it, baby.” He gripped my head and slowly pumped himself deeper into my mouth until he increasingly picked up speed. I could barely keep up because he was losing his mind. The pleasure etched itself on his face, and his jaw dropped. Within moments, he tried to pull back.

I smacked him on the thigh and shook my head. I wanted and needed this, all of him, every bit. I wanted him to hold nothing back.

“I can’t hold it any longer, Kalli.” He grunted through his teeth.

I nodded and sucked him stronger and more powerfully, suctioning him deeper, until he released a little cry and then rocked slowly forward, backward, and then sideways. When that sweet, hot cum milked down my throat, I rendered my man speechless, and the taste and feel of him in my mouth, shooting down my throat made my pussy clench.

I was wet for him, and I couldn’t wait to see how he repaid me for my bad girl behavior. When he finished, and I had sucked every drop from his dick, I rocked back on my knees and opened my mouth.

“Aww, fuck. That’s my good girl,” he grumbled, stroking his dick.

I couldn’t believe he was still hard after all I had sucked from him. I knew that I had drained him dry, so why was he still hard? I swallowed, and he grunted again. “Aww fuck.”

“How are you still hard, sir?” I asked after I swallowed.

“Baby, we’re just getting started. This is our honeymoon. We’re ’bout to be fucking the rest of this week like it’s about to be banned.”

“Excuse me, but that’s all we’ve been doing anyway. We only have two more days remaining.”

“And I’m going to be all up in them guts, in that throat, and that ass the entire time,” he confessed.

“Oh, wow.”

He reached down and lifted me from my knees. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, and he carried me to the bedroom.

“Gimme that tongue. You always taste yourself on me; let me see what I taste like.” He backed me against the wall, tipped my chin down, and claimed my mouth. He sucked my tongue so hard and moaned in my mouth so loudly that I almost came from that interaction alone.

With one hand, he grabbed my neck and squeezed, and with his other hand, he jerked my head back by my hair. It was so painful that tears sprang to my eyes, but it felt so good.

He continued sucking my tongue as he released my hair and squeezed his fingers between us. He pressed his finger against my clit and rubbed it hard in tight circles before he slid his fingers inside of me and scissored.

I twerked around his fingers as best I could because it felt so good. I wanted and needed more, but I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.

Andrès lifted me higher, just enough so that he could position himself against my entrance. When he pressed against me, my body stretched to make room for him. I was tight but so wet for him, and the pressure of his girth against my tightness felt good.

“Aww, that’s it, li’l mama. Make room for daddy.” He grunted, thrusting up into me.

“Ohh fuck, Drè!” I screamed out when he thrust harder.

I rocked around his body, barely able to contain myself. I was already on the verge of cumming from sucking him off and that intense kiss we shared.