Page 176 of I Choose You

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his huge hands on my hips to help me from tumbling to the floor.

I answered him by presenting my pussy to him. I lay over him and closed my mouth over his dick, sucking him in deep.

He groaned, resuming the teasing licks and soothing pulls on my clit. Rocking back against his mouth, I bobbed up and down on his length.

And when I came, I feared I’d choke on his dick. I moaned, not letting go. My cheeks hurt and my chin was slick from my saliva. At the first wave of pleasure that coursed through me, I dropped onto his mouth so he could carry me through the blinding orgasm.

I didn’t have a chance to finish him. Still pulsing, my pussy so sore and throbbing, I felt off-kilter as he shifted away from me. His hands guided me as I caught my breath, and I leaned into him as he propped me up over the couch. Against the back of the sofa, I lay limp and shaking. My arm hung over the top, and I turned my head into the cushions. He parted my legs with his knee and slid into me with a desperate, hard thrust from behind.

The furniture moved with his hard drives into me. I rose up onto my hands as I felt the building tension of another and even harder orgasm. I hurtled toward it, stretched so full with his big dick spearing into me. He wrapped my fingers over the edge of the couch’s frame, encouraging me to hold on. Then he dragged his hands up my arms to grab my breasts.

More. I whimpered, carried away by the heat of it all.

He thumbed my nipples as he bent his head.

He bit my neck, sucking the pain away, and with one more hard piston into me, he groaned.

I clenched around him, wheezing at the relief of coming so hard. Finally. Finally. I cried out and hung my head low as he thrust twice more as his cock jerked and pulsed so deep within me.

He heaved his chest against my back, catching his breath as he held me to him.

“Fuck.”

It was a panted exhale, and I couldn’t agree with him more.

Limp and spent, I smiled lazily and sighed as I straightened to rest my head on his shoulder. I had enough energy to turn toward him and return his kiss. Closing my eyes, I treasured the way he told me the one thing I’d never tire of hearing.

“I love you.”

He slipped out of me and turned me to pick me up.

“I love you too.”

We recovered in the shower, rinsing away the sweat and bodily fluids, then also my makeup from the wedding. I didn’t have the stamina for much more than standing there, and when his stomach grumbled, I laughed.

“Worked up an appetite?” I teased.

He gave me a slow onceover. “For you? Always.”

“Do you have any leftovers?” I asked.

“No. I need to go grocery shopping.”

I grimaced as he shut the water off.

“What?”

“I hate grocery shopping.”

He smiled and reached for a towel to dry me off. “Me too.”

“Although I think I’d like doing it with you.”

“Grocery shopping?”

I nodded as he grabbed a towel for himself. “I think you could make anything more fun and interesting.”

“Then it’s a date.”