Damn.
揟hat抯 a really nice color for you,?she says softly, her eyes trailing down my body. 揧our chest is accented.?She scans further. 揙h, and your legs. They look powerful in those slacks.?She meets my eyes. 揟hat抯 the one for sure. Anything less would do the photos a disservice.?
揋lad we settled that.?I brush my hands together like our work is done and close the space between us, wrap my arms around her, and twirl her to face the mirror again. 揇o you know how fucking hot you look right now??
She doesn抰 answer, just glances away quickly.
揝weetheart, why do your eyes look so sad??I whisper, grabbing her and pulling her into my embrace.
揑 just桰 don抰 know, okay? I抦 probably overreacting...?
I thought she might get upset no matter how much she prepared. Seeing herself decked out in a dress when the first time was so traumatic can抰 be easy or controllable.
That抯 why I arranged this梩o help her and help me梑ut still. I can抰 handle seeing Nevermore in tears, and her eyes are only becoming glossier.
揑 want you to look at me and listen.?I wait for her eyes, gently urging them to meet mine with two fingers under her chin. 揧ou抮e beautiful, Dakota Poe. God himself wouldn抰 change a single solitary thing about you.?
Her face screws up. A muffled sob falls out of her.
揑-I抦 not sure. But thanks.?She sniffs again, staring up like she抯 seeing me for the very first time. 揟hank you, Lincoln. That might be the nicest thing anyone抯 ever said.?
I smile.
揑抦 only stating the obvious, woman. I know you can see the effect you have on me,?I growl, pushing into her belly, making her feel my hard-on.
Red excitement fills her face.
揧ou weren抰 thinking about the dress, were you??she asks.
揟echnically, yes, if thinking about ripping the damn dress off counts.?
揟hat抯 my point.?
揘evermore, that抯 what every man thinks when he sees a wedding dress worth anything. That抯 half the reason we agree to get dressed up and march down the aisle.?I search her eyes. 揘ow you know.?
She laughs, wiping her cheek.
揟here must be some good men out there still.?
揧eah, and they抮e all boring as hell.?I lean in and kiss her neck. 揥anting to make love to his wife doesn抰 make a man bad.?
I leave a string of kisses down the side of her neck until I抳e reached her clavicle.
揗mm. Fine. I guess you can be pretty convincing.?She sighs.
She has no goddamned clue, but I aim to enlighten her.
I gently spin her around in my arms, pulling her tighter so her silk-clad bottom rests against the seething bulge she felt a few minutes ago. I kiss the spaghetti strap of the wedding dress.
揂 wedding and a marriage aren抰 the same thing. Not wanting to stand through a long ceremony on full display doesn抰 mean you don抰 value the marriage.?I push the strap over with my hand so I can kiss the bare skin under it. 揋irls are so weird. If my bride wanted a sixty-second ceremony so she could get me alone, I抎 think it was the hottest shit ever.?
Nevermore giggles and her eyes come alive again in green witchfire.
Finally.
I kiss her from her shoulder to the back of her neck, trailing my mouth down her back until I meet the section of dress where the pearl clasps begin.
She wiggles her ass against me, freeing her baser instincts.
I抦 so damn ready, bringing my hands over her breasts.
She whimpers.
I smile, knowing that sigh would be a lot louder without this dress in the way.
I抦 about to ask if I抦 a bad person if I need to destroy it right now, but before I can she turns to face me, closes her arms around my neck, and brings her face to mine.
Her tongue meets mine with a hunger and an urgency and a mad glint in her eye.
I take her then, matching her passion with my own pressure.
She moans against my mouth, pouring sticky heat against my tongue.
I can抰 unclasp the pearls fast enough.
Her hands go to my waist. She undoes my pants and they fall down around my ankles.
A second later, her back is free, open for my hands. I shove the dress off her, freeing her in all her snow-white glory tipped with pink.
The way she shivers as the dress falls is so sexy and enticing I almost come in my pants.
Enough.
I抦 done wasting time doing anything but making her sweet ass entirely mine.
Placing my hands under her rear, I lift her to me, aligning our bodies perfectly. Warm, molten heat between her legs glides against my skin.
揧ou抮e so fucking wet for me. You make me obsessed, Nevermore,?I whisper.
My body pulses like an armed grenade.
I take a few clumsy steps to the wall with Dakota in my arms and push her against it.
揇akota, can I棓
揚lease??
It抯 all she has to say.
My hand moves down and I grab her panties, shredding them off in one swipe. The noise is loud, feral, a voice for the unhinged desire splitting me in two.
揝pread your legs,?I tell her, already grabbing my cock, shocked at how hot it feels in my hand.
I don抰 wait.
Not the fuck today.
A single, powerful thrust pins her to the wall and I groan, only holding my eyes open to watch hers roll.
揕incoln!?My name comes from deep in her throat, all husky fire.
Her grip around my neck tightens as she gives me those nails like the fuck bunny she is and leans forward to kiss my lips with total greed in her eyes.
Yeah, sweetheart.
Give it up.
I抣l shake you right down.
But she lets go of my neck as the kisses slow, even as I pull at her bottom lip with my teeth, sucking it into my mouth, holding her hostage.
My forehead rests on hers.
Our eyes meet, molten pools drawn together like magnets.
I rear back and thrust into her again, claiming her sweet little cunt.
It抯 on.
Each stroke comes faster, harder than the last. I stir her from within, reflecting the storm that抯 ripping me apart from the inside out.
揙h. Oh! Oh, shit,?she whispers, her breathing ragged.
揇akota,?I whisper, forcing my eyes open as I dive into her again to the hilt.
I have to make myself hold still.
Goddamn, it抯 really not like it was with anyone else.
Sex with Dakota Poe is a meditation in lust. It takes more control to hold myself together than it does to send her crashing over the edge.
She holds her hands above her head, pinned against the wall with mine, her whole being vibrating. She抯 about to come and I know it, her green eyes huge and gleaming.
揕et go.?
揥-what??she whispers.
揕et it fucking go. I want to feel your pussy twitch when you blow. Suck me off without using your mouth,?I growl, pushing my head to hers, thrusting again for good measure.
A frustrated whine spills out of her and I know she won抰 last long.
揇on抰 stop!?she gasps through worn breaths.
Woman, like that抯 even an option. You will dismember me if I stop now.
I reposition my arms so they抮e between the wall and her head for extra leverage. Then it抯 just a frenzied collision of hips, of sweat, of muffled breaths and muted curses and two desperate bodies melting into one.
I mean to fuck her straight through her first O when it hits, to make this last, but she tightens around me. It抯 like pure silk squeezing the angry tip of my cock, urging me deeper, faster, harder.
揇akota梖uck!?I抦 roaring for her.
揇on抰 stop, please!?she whines again.
I won抰 deny her.
Her arms are fused around my neck, bolting me to her flesh. I lunge forward, letting her engulf me, filling her to the brim with a sound that抯 less than human tearing from my throat.
There抯 barely a second to brace for the fire fountaining up the base of my spine, lashing my brain like a whip.
Her orgasm, her heat, her everything quickens.
Her beautiful body clenches around me, and she lets out all the breath in her lungs with a light squeal.
The silence after is glorious and so intense I抦 sure it shames the creation of the universe.
揘evermore.?I push it out of my mouth like two separate words.
Then I release so hard and fast I抦 blinded.
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Fantastic Terrors Never Felt Before (Dakota)