salty, perfect taste of him on her
tongue, but before she could slip from her chair to her knees, he
pulled her into his arms.
“ None of that tonight,” he
said, kissing her with the words as he drew her across the room.
“Tonight is for you.”
“ But I like it when you
come in my mouth,” she said, moaning as Jamison’s hands found the
top of her tube top and tugged it down, baring her breasts. “I like
swallowing, while you make those sexy grunts you make.”
He cursed beneath his breath as his fingers
teased her nipples, building her need for him so fast it made her
head swim. “You’re a naughty woman, Maddie Whitehouse.”
“ I am,” Maddie said,
nipping at his bottom lip. “And I plan on being even naughtier when
I’m Maddie Hansen. Think you can handle it?”
Jamison cupped her face in his hands,
pulling back to look her in the eye, his expression so full of love
it made her soul spin dizzily inside her skin. “I can’t wait for
it. I can’t wait for you to be my wife. I love you so fucking
much.”
“ And I love you,” she said,
reaching one hand down to tease up and down his engorged length.
“So are you really going to take me up against the
wall?”
“ I am,” Jamison said, heat
in his tone as he turned her around, pressing her against the cool
plaster, making Maddie’s breath rush out and her body pulse. “I’m
going to fuck you until you come so hard your knees give
out.”
Maddie arched her hips, pressing against his
erection, shuddering as she felt how hard he was. “As long as you
catch me when I fall.”
“ Always,” he said, his warm
breath stirring her hair as he lifted her skirt and peeled her
panties down her legs.
And then his hands were digging into her
hips and the blunt head of him was butting against her opening,
sliding inside where she was so wet and ready, so eager for this
man, for all the wicked things he did to her and the amazing way he
made her feel—so loved and cherished and sexy, all at the same
time.
As they came together again and again, pace
increasing as the tension built between them and their soft sighs
and moans filled the air, Maddie braced her hands on the wall and
closed her eyes, determined to memorize every moment of her private
bachelorette party, the best bachelorette party ever.
At least as far as she was concerned.
There was no place in the world she’d rather
be than with Jamison, pushing the limits with him by her side,
proving they had both found their One, a partner who was all in for
the adventures that awaited.
Maddie tried to hold on, to draw out her
anticipation and these stolen moments with her husband-to-be, but
it wasn’t long before the pressure building inside of her became
too much. She came with a cry, arching her back, lights dancing
behind her closed eyes, waves of bliss rolling through her from
head to toe and all the places in between, her entire body
celebrating coming together with her wickedly perfect love.
***
Maddie’s dark curls cascaded down her back,
almost close enough to reach where they were joined, making
Jamison’s balls ache with the need to lose himself inside her, to
come with his cock buried to the hilt in the woman who drove him
crazy. Seconds later, he felt her slick channel begin to pulse
around him, heard those sexy moans she made when she came, and he
knew he was a goner.
She was too sexy, too abandoned, too
everything that made him hot, to have a chance of holding out any
longer.
He dug his fingers into her hips, pulling
her tight against him as he thrust forward one last time, coming
with a muffled groan. His cock jerked and pulsed, his orgasm so
intense he felt his knees go wobbly in the center and worried he
might be the one who needed help staying upright, not Maddie.
But if he fell, he knew Maddie would pick
him up off the floor. Maddie was always there for him, in a way
he’d never experienced before, even with his family. His dad had
been a single parent who worked too