Built Strong (Middleton Hotels 3)

“Thanks, I think so.”

“We’ll see each other soon,” she reminded me as I wiped my tears away.

“And you’re going to tell me about you and Buddy,” I said, raising my brows with my jaw taut. There was something going on between them, but I have no idea how long it has been like that.

“There’s nothing going on with us and his name is Gabriel.”

“Whatever. Next time I see you, you better tell me the truth,” I threatened her. The door slammed open to see my husband staring at me. The look of panic on his face was instantly replaced with that devious look of lust. I knew something dirty was running through his mind.

“Hurry before I come in there and lock the world out,” he growled, his eyes roaming my body. I shivered and pondered kicking my sister out and dragging him in here.

“No, no. Keep it in your pants, cowboy,” Meg said, grabbing my hand and rushing me out of the dark pool house.

“Thank you, Megan. I don’t want to miss dancing with my bride in front of everyone.”

“I love you, Morgan,” she said.

“Love you back, Meg,” I tossed out just as the DJ called for us to start our first dance.

“You look wonderful. I don’t know if I’ve told you that enough today,” Julian whispered in my ear as he twirled us around the dance floor, openly admiring my dress. I had gotten my wedding dress at a store in town and it spoke to me. It had a tight bodice with lace straps that pushed my breasts up and a large round skirt, reminding me of something Mae West would have worn. The added touch was in the silver and lavender in ribbons at the bottom

He pulled me close and started singing Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton and I was done. I needed to have him right there in the middle of the floor.

“I love you, Julian. And you are wonderful, and your voice does things to my body that demand to be taken care of.”

“I’m madly in love with you, Morgan. You make me want to sing all the time,” he murmured as he kissed my jaw. “And I’ve got things happening to me by just looking at you.” He pressed my hips to his, letting me feel his agony.

“We need to get out of here,” I complained.

“Two more hours, then we ride off into the sunset,” he promised.

Three hours later we were back at our home. We barely made it into the house before he had my wedding gown unzipped and my breasts spilling out into his hands. His thumbs plucked my nipples, making them hard before leaning down and taking one in his mouth. My thighs clenched and I nearly lost my footing as I stood in the middle of the foyer. I stopped him long enough to slide his jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor.

“Take me to bed, Mr. Middleton.”

“Yes, Mrs. Middleton.”

He unzipped my dress completely, letting it pool on the floor at my feet before lifting me into his arms and rushing upstairs like a madman and tossing my shoes on the way.

I found myself in the middle of the bed with just my panties on and my husband looking down at me with lecherous intent in his chocolate eyes as he stroked the bulge in his pants. “Bend your knees and part them. I want you to stroke your pussy for me.” I did as he commanded while he took off his shirt and pants. He stood there before me in just his silky boxers, his cock nearly shredding them. I reached between my thighs and pressed two fingers against the lace covering my clit. Slowly, I rubbed it without taking my eyes from his. Then I slipped a finger under the fabric and teased my nub in a circular motion. His cock twitched in his boxers before he growled and pulled my legs around to face him. He took my fingers from my wet heat and sucked them into his mouth. I sat up as he unleashed his cock and took the tip in between my lips, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue. My fingers wrapped around his thickness as I staked my claim, sliding his cock deeper into my mouth. I moaned, loving the feel and taste of him. I felt him pulse and jerk a bit, before he pulled me off. He growled, kissed my lips, then pushed me back down on the bed, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. His cock nudged the panties aside as he took me in one thrust.

“Mine,” he growled. “Everything about you is special, Morgan. From your sexy brain, to those pouty lips, down to your tight cunt, and sparkly toenails. And I claim you for my own. You’re mine, right?” he grunted, stroking deep into me, hitting my cervix with just a hint of pain that made it so damn pleasurable.

“Yes, Julian. You’re mine, too,” I moaned.

“Damn right, I am. And this dick has only known and will only ever know your sweet pussy. I love the way your walls massage it, demanding I come in you. Do you want my cum, Morgan?”

“Give it to me, Julian. I want it all,” I replied, my body was on the verge of coming. Each deep stroke of his huge cock stretched me and rubbed against my walls. He looked down between us with greedy eyes. He pulled out of me and bent down to take my pussy in his mouth. His tongue slid across my clit, and I was mewling and arching my back to get more. He growled, lapping up my pussy before pushing his cock back inside. “Julian,” I sobbed out, my orgasm on the cusp. He took his thumb and finger and squeezed my clit, sending me over.

“Julian. I’m coming,” I shouted in a high-pitched voice. He grabbed my hips and pumped hard and deep into me, growling and grunting as he came, too.

“Damn, I think we made a baby,” he panted, pulling out and collapsing to the side of me.

I turned slightly so that we were facing each other. “Yes, we did. About a month ago,” I said.

The look on his face was priceless and worth the two days I had to wait to tell him.

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