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And so am I.
"Come for me, Megan,” he growls fiercely as he holds my bouncing breasts with his hands. "Let go and give yourself to me completely."
Silly man.
I’ve already given myself to him completely.
His hand slips between my slick pussy to where we're joined, and he rubs tight circles over my aching clit. That's all it takes to send me hurtling over the edge into an orgasm that has me seeing bright white lights.
“Um, YES!" I scream my release, my pussy clamping down around Hunter like a vice as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes through me.
Hunter lets out a hoarse shout as he pulls down at my hips while burying himself to the hilt one final time, finding his own climax. I can feel him pulsing inside me as he comes deep within my walls.
We remain locked together as we ride out the aftershocks of our passion, panting harshly into each other's necks, covered in sand and sweat. My heart feels like it might burst with how much I love this man.
"That was incredible," Hunter murmurs, pressing tender kisses to my neck and collarbone as he slowly withdraws from my still vibrating core. He lifts us back on the chaise, spooning me protectively from behind. “I bet we just made a brother or sister for Deuce.”
I hum in contentment, snuggling back against his strong chest. The warm sun bathes our sated bodies as the sounds of the ocean lull us into a peaceful state. I could happily stay like this forever.
“I bet we did.”
"You are absolutely perfect, Mrs. Middleton," he praises, running a possessive hand over the curves of my hip and thigh. "I'm the luckiest man alive to call you my wife."
“You’re right — you are lucky.”
He playfully slaps one of my ass cheeks.
“That mouth of yours is getting slicker every day.”
I offer a gentle kiss on his lips. “Is it?”
“We should rectify that,” he says, and I feel his dick hardening again against my ass. My pulse quickens with excitement as I turn myself around and slide down Hunter’s body so that my mouth meets my favorite part of his body.
“Oh, we will.”
I slide Hunter’s beautiful dick inside my mouth and try not to choke as I greedily suck him off.
“Damn, that feels so good,” he hisses with pleasure.
I enjoy giving Hunter head, and it turns me on even more than I already was, priming me with wetness that begs for more.
“Come here, baby,” he begs as if he’s a mind reader. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. I need to be inside of you.”
This time, our lovemaking is more deliberate. He takes his time worshipping every inch of me with slow, purposeful strokes designed to drive me wild.
"My beautiful artist,” Hunter murmurs reverently as he lavishes attention on my sensitive breasts with his wicked mouth. "I'm going to make love to you for hours until the sun goes down so that you remember who you belong to now,” he promises darkly.
"Yes, please," I whimper shamelessly, spreading my legs wider in blatant invitation. "I am yours. I will always be yours.”
"God, Megan," he rasps, nuzzling into the crook of my neck and inhaling the scent of my arousal mingling with his own. "You feel exactly like you were made just for me."
"I was," I pant softly, rocking my hips encouragingly.
Hunter draws back slowly before surging forward again with a grunt of satisfaction as he bottoms out inside me. "This sweet little cunt belongs to me now and forever,” he declares fiercely, setting a deep, driving rhythm that quickly has me climbing back toward release.
“Forever,” I moan through my sweet release.
We spend the next five days wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing delicious meals, long walks on our private island, and hours of lovemaking.