“Open your eyes,” I said, tightening my grip on her hair. “I want you to see who’s dick you’re taking like a good fucking girl.”
With half-open eyes, she lazily smiled.
“Fuck,” I groaned, pulling her lips to mine. I kissed her. It was rough and hard.
I forced my tongue into her mouth and she groaned, sliding hers into mine. With a tight grip on her roots, I tugged her hair a few times and each one of them earned me a soft little moan.This is what heaven must feel like.
We reached our orgasm and I filled up the condom.
She dropped her head on my shoulder, her arms dangling beside her. I couldn’t help but smile as I wrapped one arm around her and gently stroked her hair with my other hand.
“Tapping out already?” I teased and her head immediately snapped up. She narrowed her eyes at me and I smiled, pulling out by lifting her by her waist.
She rested her back against the steering wheel and sat on my lap as she threw her head back, breathing heavily.
Her hair was a mess, and most of it was stuck to her forehead and the sides of her face with sweat.Wow, she’s breathtakingly beautiful. I could look at her all day.It’s her. It’s always gonna beher.
Her neck glistened in sweat and I bit my bottom lip as my eyes slowly traveled down to her bare chest—I wanted them in my mouth again—and I heard her chuckle.
“My eyes are up here,” she smiled lifting my chin up with her finger. I raised my head but kept my eyes on her chest.
“Yeah, I know,” I jokingly said which made her kiss me to get my attention.
“I could get used to this,” she nodded and I chuckled.
She turned her head to the window and drew a heart with the mist we created. She smiled and looked at my neck. “It suits you,” she said, slowly tracing her fingers across the marks I was certain she had made on my neck. “Now, they’ll know you’re mine,” she playfully narrowed her eyes, keeping them hooked on the marks.
“Possessive, are we?” I smiled and she locked eyes with me.
“Thousand percent,” she sweetly smiled before placing a soft kiss on my lips.
CHAPTER 29
Nirah
“THE GUESTS ARE arriving!” Amelia excitedly rushed into my bedroom.
I was staring at myself in my full-length mirror—running my hands down the sides of my dress.
“Are you ready?” she wiggled her shoulders, walking over to me.
“Yeah,” I breathlessly said. “Amelia, you look stunning,” I smiled, taking her hand in mine. I lifted our hands, and she spun under my arm.
“This old thing?” she casually asked, giving me a three sixty. “And hey,” she stopped. “Don’t worry so much,” she saw right through me, placing both hands on my shoulders. “You’ll do great, I swear.”
“I’m just a little nervous, that’s all,” I swallowed hard.
“Totally understandable,” she nodded.
“Where’s, Antonio?” I asked, looking up at her.
“He just found out that our brother will be a little late, and he’s trying not to kill him through the phone,” she snickered, and I nodded. “I could call him—”
“No,” I cut her off. “I’m okay. I’ll be down in a minute,” I assured her, and she kissed my cheek.
“You’re amazing, and you look beautiful. They’ll love you. Trust me,” she humorously nudged me, and I showed her a slanted smile. Trust her. Trustthem.
She left my room and I examined the back and the front of my dress, making sure it was perfect.
