I didn’t waste any more time, just dove right in and finally drew my tongue through her folds. I moaned in ecstasy. Everything about her was better in reality, so much better.
I didn’t give her time to think, I wanted to overwhelm her with emotion, so I used my thumbs to keep her exposed. Then I devoured her. Nipping, sucking, plunging my tongue inside her, driving her wild. Eventually, she was writhing and crying out as she climbed higher and higher.
When she was almost at the precipice, I pushed one finger inside her and stopped when I hit a barrier. Oh, fuck yes. My beautiful girl was a virgin. She was only mine, only ever would be mine. A thought suddenly entered my mind that had me reaching down to squeeze the base of my cock to keep from coming. It was more than likely that Zoe wasn’t on birth control. I fucking hoped that was the case.
I needed to bury myself inside her as soon as possible. She was so fucking tight, I wanted to make sure I stretched her as much as possible, so I slipped another finger in. I was already overly large, but she was tiny and I loathed the idea of hurting her.
Wrapping my lips around her swollen clit, I took a deep pull and she screamed as she fell over the edge. I looked up, my eyes glued to her face as I worked her through her orgasm. It was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life.
After she crested and began to come back to herself, I slid off of the bed and removed my underwear. My eyes were on Zoe’s face, gauging her reaction as my cock bobbed against my stomach.
Her eyes went wide as saucers and her mouth formed a little “O.” She scrambled into a sitting position and started to back away. “You can’t put that thing in me!” she screeched. “It won’t fit!”
Chapter 5
Zoe
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his body, not with all those hard muscles and golden skin I’d dreamed about finally bared to my sight. But it was the monster he sported down below that had totally captured my attention. His dick was huge, so long it almost reached his belly button and almost as thick as my wrist. There was no way it was ever going to fit inside me—not without tearing me in half. Only Landon didn’t seem to share my fears, considering the way his hazel eyes flashed with humor while he climbed back onto the mattress.
“Trust me, baby. It’ll fit,” he chuckled.
“Nope. No way. Nuh-uh. Not gonna happen,” I muttered as I scooted further up the bed and away from him. He didn’t let me get far before he wrapped his hand around one of my ankles and tugged gently on it.
“I get that you’re scared, but I’m not letting you run away from me,” he grunted when my foot hit him square in the stomach. “From us.”
“Us?” I parroted.
“You need more time? You’ve got it, but we’ll do it getting to know each other better,” he growled, twisting so he was lying on his back with his head resting on the pillows and mine on his shoulder. I was going to argue with him more, but the words died in my throat when he grabbed his cock. I stared down his chest at his large hand sliding up and down his length.
I couldn’t think straight, not with his warm body next to mine and his masculine scent rolling over me. Especially not after he’d given me the most amazing orgasm ever. And not while a drop of pre-come glistened at the tip of his dick.
Every part of me felt hot.
Achy.
Empty.
Damn him for sparking this inferno inside me, a swirl of emotions and sensations crashing through me. Desire blasted through my body until the only thing I could see was Landon.
“You want to touch me, baby?” he purred, tempting me even further.
I should have said no and rolled away from him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t even think straight, let alone answer his question. Instead, I found myself nodding as a whimper bubbled up from my throat and spilled from my lips.
Landon let go of his hard-on and slid his hand up to grab one of mine. I was shaking, but I let him guide me lower until my fingers were wrapped around his length. I stroked my thumb over the tip, spreading the slickness I found there all around. He made a low sound in the back of his throat, and my hand stilled as my startled gaze flew up to his face.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“Fuck, baby. You don’t need to be sorry. Not when it feels so damn good to have you touch me.”
“I thought I was doing it wrong,” I admitted shyly.
“You’re doing it so right that if you keep it up, I’m going to come all over your hand in no time flat. Like a damn teenager with no self-control.”
“Really?” I gasped, delighted by the idea that I could affect him so much. It gave me the courage to slide my hand back down. And the way he looked at me, like he couldn’t get enough, filled me with determination. I wanted him to have the same pleasure he’d given me earlier.
He let me stroke him. Up and down, over and over again. His hips jerking in rhythm with my hand. But then he gripped my waist, and flipped me over. He levered himself over me, nestled between my legs with his dick nudging against my pussy.
“Give yourself to me, Zoe,” he groaned raggedly. “Please let me have you.”
If I did this, I knew it would change things forever. I’d be connected to Landon in a way that couldn’t be undone. “I thought you said I could have time.”
“You can,” he panted. “If you really need it, I’ll somehow find the willpower to roll away from you and get my body under control. We have plenty of time. Forever. I know that, but I’ve wanted you under me from the first moment I laid eyes on you. I need you, Zoe, but I’ll wait as long as you want.”
Forever? It wasn’t even on the tip of my tongue to correct him. I stopped holding back and let hope bloom in my chest. He right hand came up, and he twined his fingers with mine, his thumb rubbing against the bands on my ring finger. Two delicate platinum circles, one plain and the other bearing a perfect, princess-cut four-carat diamond. I hadn’t even thought about rings until he slipped both of them on my finger during the ceremony, yet another detail he’d somehow managed to get exactly right.
All the times he’d asked me out, patiently waiting for me to say yes.
Everything he’d done to make today special—a private jet, a limo, a gorgeous gown that looked like it had been made for me, beautiful flowers in my favorite color, a stunning ring, and the honeymoon suite at a hotel I’ve always wanted to visit.
His mouth driving me wild.
How hard his dick was in my hand.
His willingness to give me the time I needed before we had sex. Actually, the time he thought I needed because I realized he’d managed to quiet my fears.
“I don’t want to wait, Landon.”
A low sound crept up his chest, feral and wild. Then he lowered himself onto me, his big body covering mine, his hand gripping mine tightly as he kissed me. My legs were spread wide for him, his dick right up against my pussy while he plunged his tongue in and out of my mouth, mimicking what he was about to do lower.
“Fuck, Zoe,” he groaned against my mouth. “I can feel how wet you are for me.”
He shifted, and his cock slid between my folds, making me gasp at how hot and hard he felt against me.
“I need to be inside of you,” he groaned.
“Then do it, Landon. I want you,” I purred in a tone of voice I’d never heard from myself before, as I arched my back and pressed my breasts against his chest.
With his eyes burning down at me, he rocked his hips forward and thrust his cock deep into me, tearing through the proof of my innocence in one powerful surge. I cried out from pain; there was so much of it that tears leaked from my eyes.
“Shit. Fuck,” Landon cursed. “I should have gone slow. I’m so damn sorry, baby.”
“It’s okay. I knew it was going to hurt. At least the worst of it is over,” I rasped.
“Stay still, baby.” The strain on his face was clear as he held himself above me, not moving a muscle. “When the pain passes, I’ll make it up to you with s
o much pleasure. I swear.”
He was big and thick inside me, stretching me wide. It was uncomfortable, but the pain was starting to fade.
“You feel amazing,” he groaned softly. “So damn hot.”
He inched his hips back slowly.
“Wet.”
Then slid back inside.
“Tight.”
His growl sent shivers up my spine, and the pleasure he’d promised began to build.
“Landon,” I moaned, spreading my legs wider as he thrust in slow and easy. The discomfort was still there, but it was quickly being replaced by an overwhelming need to feel him move within me.
Harder.
Faster.
“Please,” I whimpered.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck and pushed back into me, deep and hard. My inner muscles clenched around him, making him shudder.
“You close, baby?” he whispered against my ear.
“Yes,” I hissed, surprised by how true it was.
“Fuck, yeah. I need to feel your tight little pussy clench against me as I make you come. Can you give that to me, Zoe?”
His hips picked up the pace, slamming into me, and then I was there—splintering apart with him inside me.
“Landon!” I screamed.
“So fucking perfect,” he groaned, thrusting deep and bucking against me. His entire body tensed as he came right along with me.
We stayed like that, locked together intimately, for a minute or so before Landon relaxed and rolled to the side, keeping me next to him. We were both sweaty and panting for breath. Closing my eyes, the intense highs and lows of the day caught up with me and I drifted off to sleep in Landon’s arms.
***
“C’mon, baby. You need to wake up. I want you to take a nice, hot bath before we hit the road.”
“Mmm,” I hummed sleepily. I didn’t want to wake up, but... “A bath sounds good.”
“If I hadn’t been so damn rough with you, it could wait until we got to Jeremy’s house in Malibu and you could use the hot tub there instead,” he grumbled as he lifted me into his arms to carry me into the bathroom. “But I don’t want you in any pain during the drive.”
The mention of Malibu woke me up all the way, sparking my curiosity since he’d never gotten around to explaining it to me the day before.
“Malibu?”
“Yeah, baby. For our honeymoon.”
Then I realized I was naked in Landon’s arms. I’d spent the night sleeping next to him, after we’d had sex. Holy crap, this was not how I thought we’d start off our temporary marriage.
Chapter 6
Landon
I opened the passenger door of the rental car and squatted down beside Zoe. We’d been driving for almost six hours and she was fast asleep. Leaning in, I brushed my lips over hers.
Her eyes fluttered and I smiled, stroking a finger down her soft cheek. “We’re here, baby.” I unbuckled her while she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and yawned.
After getting to my feet, I helped Zoe out of the car. It was going on eight at night, but the summer days were long, so the sun was just beginning to set. There was a glow to everything around us.
Her eyes were wide as she took it all in. She was too cute. I couldn’t resist pulling her to me and kissing her deeply before stepping back and taking her hand. Moving towards the large, white beach house, we followed a stone path to the front door.
Once the door was unlocked, I let her enter first and enjoyed the sight of her hips swaying as she walked towards the back of the house. My cock hardened painfully, reminding me that it had been too fucking long since I’d been inside her. After her bath in the morning, I’d wanted her again, but I was sure she was incredibly sore and we didn’t have the time for me to go slow. I was forced to endure the torture of the long drive, constantly entertaining the option of finding a hotel for a couple of hours. Only the thought of her comfort had me pushing on so we could get to our destination and relax.
Zoe’s gasp drew me from my fantasies of fucking her with that sweet little ass nestled up to my groin. She was sliding open one of the three sets of glass doors that looked out over a deck with steps leading right down to a private beach. She ran outside and into the sand, then twisted from side to side so her feet became buried.
She laughed. “This feels so strange and kind of amazing at the same time.”
I knew she’d never been to the beach and experiencing this first along with her was exhilarating. Grinning, I plodded over to her and lifted her into my arms. “It feels even better in the water.” I began making my way to the gently rolling waves.
“I can walk,” she insisted, bucking a little in my arms to get me to put her down. I chuckled and gripped her more firmly. Her eyes narrowed and she poked me in the chest. “Don’t you dare get me wet.”
My head fell back as I roared with laughter. When it died down, I looked at her seriously. “I don’t need to drop you in the ocean to get you wet, Blondie.”
Zoe’s cheeks flushed and her wiggling turned to squirming. I almost turned right around and took her back to the house, but I was eager to see her reaction to the ocean.
Finally reaching the water, I lowered her down my body, loving the way her breathing sped up as she rubbed against me.
“Shit! It’s so cold!” she yelped as soon as her feet were submerged. Immediately, she tried to climb me like a fucking tree. I had no objection to her being wrapped around me, so I grabbed her ass and held her close. Suddenly, everything faded away and it was just us surrounded by the sound of the tide. I would never classify myself as a romantic, but right then, I felt like we were in one of those perfect movie moments. I was holding my whole world in my arms and I would do whatever it took to make sure she stayed there.
Her green eyes were shining and I was struck by her beauty. She surprised me by leaning in and initiating a mellow kiss. My tongue traced the seam of her lips and she opened for me so I could deepen it. She tasted so fucking good. Her pussy was shoved right up against my dick, heat radiating from her core and sending a tingling sensation to the pit of my stomach.
Pulling her even closer, I rocked my hips into her and a sweet little moan escaped her lips. Blindly, but carefully, I started back to the house. I only made it as far as the shed near the deck. I backed her up against the wall and rocked into her again while I ravaged her mouth.
“Need to be inside you, baby,” I grunted. “Can’t wait.”
“Me either,” she panted.
I set her on her feet and she whimpered. “Don’t move,” I growled, then kissed her quickly. Letting her go, I hurried into the small cabin and grabbed two beach towels before hustling back out. She’d stayed right where I left her. “Good girl.” I grinned wolfishly and tugged her just hard enough so she stumbled into me, then kissed the ever-loving fuck out of her.
Managing to grasp on to some self-control, I pulled back and slipped an arm around her waist, guiding her over to an empty patch of sand, now bathed in moonlight. I swiftly spread the towels on the ground and knelt down, holding out my hand to her.
She glanced around warily. “Out here?” she hissed. “Someone will see!”
“Do you really think I would allow anyone else to see what is meant only for me? It’s a private beach, Blondie,” I rasped, barely restraining myself from pouncing on her. “Stop worrying and strip. Then get your ass on this blanket, hands above your head, legs spread wide. Show me what’s mine.”
She hesitated a little too long for my liking, and I barked, “Zoe!” Her eyes snapped to mine and she bit her lip. I had no doubt my face reflected my tone. “Now.”
Her cheeks flushed at my harshness, but not from embarrassment. I almost grinned. My girl liked to be ordered around when it came to sex, it made her hot. It was something I started to suspect the night before and fuck, the thought already had me leaking pre-come. Probably made a fucking mess inside my jeans.
She removed her clothes agonizingly slow, and I growled in w
arning. “I will redden that sweet little ass of yours if you don’t behave.” A visible shiver ran through her and she upped her pace. I married the perfect woman.
Finally, she stood before me, her pale skin luminescent in the moonlight. My eyes slowly swept from her white-blonde hair, to her kiss-swollen lips, down to her full, cherry tipped tits, before stopping to linger on her bare pussy. The soft light reflected off of the evidence of her arousal as it dripped down her thighs. Returning my gaze to her beautiful face, I raised an eyebrow. She scrambled onto the towel and laid on her back, knees bent and pressed together.
I pried them apart and scowled at her. “Don’t ever hide from me, Zoe. Do I need to demonstrate my ownership over this pussy?”
“Um—mmmm, yes.” Whatever she was going to say turned into a deep moan as I licked up her center.
“Mine,” I growled.
“Yours,” she breathed.
I used my mouth, tongue, and fingers to wind her up until she broke, screaming my name. It echoed in the relative silence of the night, vibrating through my own body and causing me to come a little. Though, I held it back as much as I could.
I removed my clothes while she recovered from her orgasm. Coming down over her, I nestled my cock between her thighs. “You’re fucking drenched, baby,” I panted. “It’s coating my cock, making it easier for me to slide inside your pussy. Is that what you want, Zoe? For me to be inside you.”
“Yes! Please...please,” she begged. Shifting, I ran the tip of my dick along her seam, then gradually pushed inside. “Fuck!” I exclaimed. “You’re even tighter than last night.” I stilled and looked down into her jade eyes. “Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head almost wildly and lifted her hips so I sank in further. Her back arched, shoving her magnificent tits right into my face. I tugged one between my teeth while I thrust the rest of the way in.
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