Thorn in My Side (Bunch-A-Blooms 2)

“Yes.”

I push two fingers inside her, and she thrusts her hips up and spreads her girl.

“Good girl. You want it as bad as I do, don’t you?”

“So bad, Luk.”

I pump faster, and she rocks with me. Her slick walls clutch my fingers, and I can only imagine how good she’ll feel around my prick. Her body jerks and I smile. I’ve hit her spot. I continue to hit the smooth round spot.

“Luk, Yes. I’m so close.”

I bend my head down and suck her swollen clit into my mouth. She screams and convulses as she comes. I eat up her cream, content as a cat as her taste coats my tongue. I swipe her twice more before I move to my jeans and pull out a condom from my wallet. I rip the packet, remove the condom and roll it down my length before I return to her.

“Are you ready for me, love?”

“Oh, yes.”

I climb between her legs and connect our mouths as I drive home. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I pause to keep from blowing.

“You feel so good around me, love.”

She flexes, and we both moan. I place my hands on either side of her as our bodies move together. She pulls her legs back, and I sink deeper with a grunt. I thrust harder and faster, bottoming out as I mark her as mine. No one is ever going to touch Olive Bateman again. My body is a live wire as the connection between us all but hums. Her body trembles and her walls pulse around me.

“Come for me, love. Squeeze me with that magnificent pussy.”

She trembles and I grit my teeth as my spine tightens and my balls draw up. Her walls constrict around me as she shatters, and I let go, flooding the condom as she milks me dry. I rest my forehead against her and kiss her softly. One taste will never be enough.

She gives a quiet chuckle.

“What?”

“Still hate the big green monster?”

“This couch is officially one of my favorite places on Earth now.” I peck her lips, ease out. “Are you on birth control, love?”

“Yes, Morena.”

“Good, Then we can exchange test results and move forward without the condoms. I want to feel every inch of you.” I nip her lip and move to dispose of the condom. Whether she realizes it or not; she’s mine now.

“Was that the last of them?” I ask as she finishes the last petal on the metal rose napkin holder.

“Thank God, yes it was.”

The wedding is weeks away and consuming almost any spare time we can scrounge up.

“Good.” I cup the back of her head and pull her mouth to mine. She opens her mouth, yielding to me as I explore her with my tongue. She tastes like the mint Julip I made and temptation. We’re supposed to be meeting her friends, but I don’t know if we’ll make it when she’s wearing my white-t-shirt and a pair of cut-offs.

“Oh no, don’t you give me those sex eyes.”

“Sex eyes?”

“Ah-ah and don’t thicken that accent of yours either.”

“Maybe it's in your head, sweetheart.” I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss my way down her neck. “I’m just happy to have my girlfriend back for the day. She’s been working far too hard recently.”

“Girlfriend?”

We hadn’t talked about labels, but it's past time we did. I run my thumb over the apples of her cheeks. “Yes, love. I think it’s time, don’t you?”