Her glossy pink lips twitch. “You’re so crazy.”
“You know you love it.”
I dig my fingers into the waistband of her jeans and I slide them down her creamy thighs. Then I tug her panties down a few inches, my mouth watering at the sight of her pink pussy already glistening with arousal. It’s hard not to just throw her over my desk for a quick fuck, especially when her small hands curl around me and squeeze.
I take the bottle of lube and pour some of it on the jeweled toy, and then I lube up my middle finger. The jeans pushed to the floor rustle as she widens her stance. I cup her pussy, reaching all the way back with my finger. She gasps as the cool gel hits her puckered entrance, and I spread it around, gently probing with my finger.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and I bend over, kissing her chest, resisting the urge to add a fresh mark among all the faded yellow ones. She gasps as I slide in, and my cock jumps at how tight she is. Jesus Christ, she’ll feel amazing around me.
“Luc!” She clings to my shoulders, digging her nails into my muscle.
Blood rushes through the veins in my cock, and I can barely get a sentence out. “How does it feel?”
She lifts her head, wanting my lips, but I sink the vibrator into her soaking pussy, withdrawing my finger to slide the other end in her ass.
“Oh my God, it’s so full.”
“Bend over.”
Claire turns around and dips her back. I push in both ends, staring at the jewel winking at me. I swipe the remote from the desk and feel a rush of power before clicking it on.
“Aah!”
Her cheeks jiggle as the vibrator moves inside her, stimulating her ass and pussy. I push it to the highest setting and Claire moans in a deep voice. It thrills me. I’ve never seen her so wet. I reach over, grabbing the back of her neck, and I pull her upright.
Her fingers tear at my jacket as her lips latch onto mine, bursting with moans.
“Please!”
“No, baby. Not yet.”
Shit. If she cries out for my cock one more time, I won’t be able to help myself. I lower the setting on the vibrator so that it fades to a gentle murmur. Claire’s chest shudders. Then I bend down, grabbing her damp panties and pulling them back on her thighs. My hand curls around her ass cheek and I dig into the vibrator, pressing it farther inside.
“I’ll be playing with this all night.”
“Please, no!”
“When we get back home, I’ll shove my cock inside that tight ass,” I whisper over her lips. “And if you take out that vibrator before you’re supposed to, I’ll do it anyway and it will hurt.”
I crush my lips against hers, feeling her sigh into my mouth. Then I pull away, heart pounding. I have to tuck my cock between my legs before I leave the room.
* * *
The sound of dozens of people standing up in unison echoes in the giant Catholic church. My mom sits in the front row with my son in her lap. I give him a little wave and he shakes his fists. My hand is shoved deep in my pocket, fingering the little remote.
A flash of white distracts me, and I see the woman who must be my wife. Her wedding dress clings to her body, dragging behind her in a long train. She holds a bouquet of purple and yellow flowers, and her honey-brown hair is teased into rolling curls around her face.
I’ve never seen her like this.
My fingers are numb, and the remote slips from my grip, sinking deep in my pocket. Shit. My heart pounds like the first time we met, when I grabbed that gorgeous waitress and she turned around. Her luminous eyes met my gaze and I almost felt intimidated. Now we’re getting married and having another kid. It’s like a dream.
But my darker side fights for dominance. Energy rises up my throat the moment I see her nervous grin. It was her begging for release—I need that control. The fight between wanting to love her and wanting her tied up, naked, and screaming rages. Then I reach down and click the button to the medium intensity.
Claire’s eyes glaze over as she pauses midway in her walk. The maid of honor has to tug the bouquet of flowers from her hands.
I wish I could fucking laugh out loud. This is hilarious to watch.
I don’t listen to a word the priest says. It’s always the same boring shit at all these weddings, and it’s much more fun to watch a violet flush creep up Claire’s neck. I take both of her hands, and they’re slick with sweat.
“Claire, I promise to love and care for you. I will respect you, encourage you, and cherish you in health and sickness, through sorrow and success, for all the days of my life.”
Her hands tremble and I can just imagine the vibrator buzzing madly between her legs. She takes a deep breath, uttering a shallow moan.
CLAIRE