Page 36 of Brutal Love

“You know that dress won’t survive the night,” I smirk.

“I guess I’ll use the scraps for something, a pillow or something,” she grins.

I slide my hand up her dress and find that she’s not wearing panties and I raise my brows at her.

“No panty lines,” she laughs.

I flick her clit, loving it when she moans. I slide my finger through her folds and find she’s already wet, inserting one pumping in and out of her tight heat.

“Oh god,” she moans, her hips moving with me as I flick her clit, moving my fingers faster, wanting her to come. I love watching her face as she comes.

“Wait,” she stops me, reaching for my zipper and I grin. Dirty, limo sex is on my bucket list and she’s fulfilling it.

She raises her dress up as she sits on my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan, we just fit together in everything. She was made for me.

She bounces up and down on my cock as I pinch her clit. She screams as she comes and I grab her hips to speed up, I want to come with her. I feel my balls draw up and I’m close.

“I love you,” she gasps and that’s all it takes, I fall over the edge. I pull out a towel from the limo bar and clean her up, kissing her lightly as she puts my cock back in my pants.

“I love you, too,” I kiss her again as we pull up to our reception.

I’ll always love her. I will die for her, almost did. But it’s amazing how things work out in the end.