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Ilay under the sunkissed sky in my birthday suit with the sexiest man alive between my thighs—my new husband.
“That’s it, Mr. Middleton. I’m almost there,” I cry, and my back arches as I come closer to my sweet release. Birds are flying above us at the private beachfront we’re staying at on our honeymoon, compliments of one Mr. Ben Pierre.
It’s utter bliss.
Hunter growls as my body shudders from my orgasm, running his hand down the center of my chest and then taking one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come, Mrs. Middleton,” he growls possessively, and I run my hands through his hair and grip it at the roots, letting him know just how much I approve of every single thing he is doing to my body.
We roll together off the chaise lounge, and my head falls back against the warm sand as more pleasure washes over me. Hunter's skilled mouth and fingers work in tandem, teasing and pleasuring every sensitive spot until my body is tremblingbeneath him again. I gasp and moan shamelessly, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy.
"So damn close," I pant, my fingernails raking down his muscular back. "Please, Hunter, I needyouinside me, not your fingers.”
He lifts his head, his grey eyes dark with lust. "In a moment, my love. Let me taste you again. I’m hungry for you.”
Before I can protest, his mouth lowers between my thighs, and his tongue delves deep, lapping at my slick folds with long, languid strokes. My hips buck involuntarily as he suckles my aching clit, driving me to new heights of arousal.
It’s a sweet kind of torture.
"Yes!" I hiss, fisting the sand beneath me. “I’m coming again.”
Hunter brings me to the brink of climax again with his wicked tongue before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.
“That’s not nice,” I say to him.
“You said you wanted this dick, so I’m going to give it to you, baby.”
I bite the corner of my lip as he positions himself above me and positions the thick head of his dick at the entrance of my aching pussy.
"Are you ready for me, Mrs. Middleton?" he asks huskily.
"Yes," I breathe shallow breaths. “Stop playing around and fuck me hard."
With one powerful thrust, he shoves himself balls deep inside me, and we both groan at the exquisite sensation. Our connection has always been electric, but now that we’re married, our need for each other almost feels insatiable.
He sets a relentless pace, pounding into me with deep strokes that make me cry out and pleasure as sand flies everywhere.
"Yes, just like that," I urge him on, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist to pull him impossibly deeper.
Our bodies are in perfect sync, hips meeting with each thrust as we move together in what feels like an almost spiritual dance. I can feel every hard inch of him stretching every soft part of me, filling me so completely. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core with each exquisite stroke.
"Are you close?" Hunter pants, his voice strained.
“Absolutely not, old man,” I tease. “Are you tired?”
“You’re going to pay for that,” he growls.
My head thrashes from side to side as the tension inside me builds to an almost unbearable level. I need to get control of the rhythm between us, so I push at Hunter’s chest so that he’s on his back, and I straddle my legs on top of him.
“No, you’re going to pay,” I tell him as I lower myself down the length of him.
“That’s it, baby. Work that magical pussy on me.”
“I’m going to put you to bed, Mr. Middleton,” I say, feeling powerfully sexy as I work my hips up and down and side to side.
“Fuck!” he groans as his upward thrusts grow more erratic.
He's getting close.