Let Me Taste You: Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance (Let Me Love You Book 2)
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“I love you, baby,” I said. She looked at me as if she were surprised to hear those words. I threw myself for a loop, but the truth was I did. Why else would I buy Miami’s most expensive ring less than a week after meeting the woman of my dreams?
“I love you too, Kenny.” She grabbed me and kissed me so passionately I wanted to fuck her on top of the jewelry case. Instead, I grabbed her hand.
“To the courthouse. Now.”
Raquel’s Epilogue
One Year Later
I don’t know what’s crazier: the fact that I found the love of my life on the worst night of my life, or the fact that we were married one week later.
I knew Kenny stirred feelings of comfort in me. But I had no idea how intensely he felt about me until the moment he confessed his desire for me—and even more so when we ended up at City Hall the next day, getting married before most people ended their lunch breaks.
We didn’t have time to call family or friends. Dilayla, Dom, Nick—they all had to wait. Even his parents and sister heard afterward.
At first, Mrs. Kenton was furious. She couldn’t believe her only son had been single, only to suddenly run off without a “proper wedding.” I could hear her fussing over the phone at him. But when she laid eyes on us, she melted instantly and grabbed me for a huge hug.
“You’re such a doll!” She said. “So precious. Welcome, beautiful.”
Now we were coming up on the one-year anniversary of our nuptials—and everyone was getting what they wanted. We promised Kenny’s mother—and Dilayla—that we’d have a real wedding. So, we re-enacted our ceremony at a local church. Dilayla and Gibson were my bridesmaids. Nick and Dom were the groomsmen.
I was covered from head to toe in a pearl-white gown with custom Swarovski crystals and hand-sewn pearls. Dilayla had chosen it, and I’d seen nothing like it.
My nerves were crazy, but they melted away when I looked in Kenny’s eyes at the altar. Something about him calmed me, soothed me, and made me feel safe. I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, once we were pronounced man and wife again, that dreams really did come true.
“Kenny, your dick feels so good inside me,” I gasped, clutching his strong arms as he thrust himself inside me. Please don’t ever stop fucking me.”
“Don’t worry,” Kenny purred in my ear, as his thick cock continued to pump away. I moaned at the way he filled my walls, making me lose my breath with each thrust. “I’ll never stop fucking you. I’ll never stop loving you. I’ll never stop wanting you. I’ll never not want your sweet pussy.”
I gasped and shuddered as my head fell back and my body surrendered to another orgasm. I’d never had such passionate sex in a wedding dress, and I lived for the way this man both desired and praised my body so much.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you cum,” he said, looking into my eyes. “It makes no sense how unbelievably sexy you look taking every inch of me.”
“Baby, you’re gonna make me lose it again…”
“That’s right, princess,” he coached me, holding my thighs to keep me steady. Blood rushed to my ears as he commanded me to cum again. “Cum for me. I want to feel you lose it all over me. Cum all over my dick and show me how much you love me.”
When I let go and released another orgasm, this time a squirting one—I didn’t even know that was possible—Kenny gritted his teeth from the responsive sensitivity of my pussy and released a howling orgasm inside of me.
As he groaned and growled, I couldn’t help but milk every drop of his nut from his balls. As his hardness pushed into me, I felt my walls tighten once more, and I gasped audibly as I exploded once more into the milky way of our love affair.
Kenny held me until I came down, kissing and caressing me as I went through the realms of ecstasy. When I came to, I grabbed him close as my eyes started to close. Kenny, also weakened by this point, used the last bit of his strength to pull me closer to him as we spooned in our wedding clothes.
“Baby,” I sighed blissfully. “You do it to me every single time.”
“Hey,” he said, yawning. “We have to get it in as much as possible. We’ve only got another seven months before our baby is born.”
I giggled as he kissed my hand. As we drifted off to sleep, I thought to myself: Could this man—this sexy, handsome, loving husband of mine, and father to be—be any more perfect?
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