Page 68 of Forgetting the Enemy
His movements are fast and urgent, and he gives me no time to move underneath him. His cock teases my pussy’s lips, and I want nothing more than to feel him inside. When he plunges deep inside me, he moans.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby, and warm.”
“Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me hard.”
He doesn’t hesitate and hammers into me hard and fast. The fullness of his thrusts makes me greedy for him, and I can’t get enough.
Our bodies are slick with sweat as we continue our erotic rhythm. My orgasm is building, and I’m clenching myself around him. I feel him getting harder, so I know he is close too. I call out his name when my orgasm takes over my body, and at the same time, hot spurts of cum fill me as Michael pumps into me twice more.
“You’re fucking amazing!” he says when he rolls off me and pulls me against him. “How much longer do I have to wait to make you my wife?”
Snuggling up against him, I look at my watch. “Oh, roughly about twenty-four hours.”
“That’s too long. Let’s get married tonight,” he says.
“Absolutely not. Besides, we’ve probably already jinxed our marriage by having sex on the day before our wedding. We’re not supposed to see each other today,” I say.
“Oh, babe, please tell me you don’t believe in all that superstitious bullshit,” he says.
“Well, that superstitious bullshit has been governing brides and grooms for centuries.”
“We are not jinxing anything. We are going to have a beautiful wedding; a wonderful, long, and happy life; and dozens of children,” he says.
“Dozens!”
“Sshh, go to sleep. Let’s take a nap before I have to leave.” He pulls me in tighter, and I find I am sexually satisfied and too exhausted to argue.
