Fatal Attraction (Dark Desires 4)

The truth was, Uncle Allen wasn’t concerned that Price Bean & Whitlock would keep the patents for the chips. He was a designer. He would have a new chip design in the patent office by the end of the year. And he would protect this one with his life.

“Here’s to you, Katie and Conner,” Uncle Allen said, lifting his glass high. “To a long and healthy life. May your prosperity be surpassed only by your happiness and love for one another. As they say in mother Ireland, ‘Sláinte mhaith’ everyone. To your health.”

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“That was a wonderful day,” I said, lying in the crook of Conner’s arm with my head on his chest and my hand resting on his stomach. We were at the Bridal Suite of The Four Seasons in downtown Boston. It was after midnight and we’d just undressed and collapsed on the bed after our reception.

Conner was drunk.

I was drunker.

“Aye, a wonderful day indeed, lassie,” he said, mocking my father’s Irish brogue. “It wasn’t the Hamptons, but what the hell.”

“Yes, what the hell,” I said, snuggling in close, pressing my breasts to his warm, naked body. I wrapped my legs around his thigh and pressed my crotch to his leg. “And now…”

“And now what, Mrs. McGee?” he asked playfully. His arm was round me. He took my ass in his hand and ground my cunt harder to him. My pussy left a wet spot on his leg.

“And now, the marriage must be consummated,” I said, kissing his jaw as my hand slid down his stomach to find his cock hard and ready. I kicked back the covers and let my hand go to work, slowly sliding up and down, squeezing the shaft until he was fully erect. He moaned in my ear with each stroke.

“Please consummate the fuck out of me,” he said with a drunken smile. “Then I’ll consummate the fuck out of you.”

“Yes, sir.”

I rolled on top of him and held his cock in my hand as I straddled his hips. He put his hands on my sides to steady me.

“I’m a bit drunk,” I said. “You might have to hold me steady.”

“Me, too,” he said. “Ain’t it great?”

I lowered my pussy onto his cock. The bulbous head took my breath away as it slid inside me, followed by the thick shaft. My pussy stretched and suctioned around him for a tight fit. I eased myself down until I felt the tip of his cock hit my cervix, then I put my hands on his chest and started drawing my hips slowly back and forth, my pussy sliding over the length of his shaft, stopping when I felt the head of his cock at my hole, then I slid back on again.

Conner’s hands on my hips helped set the rhythm. “Mmmm… that feels… amazing…” he sighed. “Your pussy… is so fucking… tight…”

“Maybe because you… fill it up…” I said, leaning down to press my lips to his. His tongue darted out like a hungry snake. It swirled around my lips. I wrapped my lips around his tongue and sucked it into my mouth. It made him groan like an animal.

My body was suddenly on fire, from the tips of my curling toes to the top of my head. I pushed myself up and kept my hips going. Conner’s hands found my breasts and he squeezed them hard, like I liked it. My long nipples plumped and turned red as he tweaked them between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Oh… Conner… fuck…”

“Yes… yes…”

The orgasm was building quickly inside me. I felt little tingles of electricity shooting through me, as if I’d touched a live wire. I put my hands on his chest again and looked him in the eye.

“I’m ready… to cum…” I said. “You… ready… cum… with me…”

“Yes… ma’am…” He dug his fingers into my sides and sucked in a quick breath. He started lifting me up and slamming me down hard on his cock. The head rammed against my cervix. My pussy clenched tightly around the shaft. I dug my nails into his chest and moaned.

“I’m… cumming… oh… Conner… fuck… I’m… cumming…”

I screamed

his name as I came, gushing my hot juices over his cock and balls, drenching him with my hot oils. Conner ground his teeth together and arched his hips to shove his cock in as deep as it would go. I felt the heat of him cumming inside me, filling me with the milky, hot, white seed that one day would give us the big family we both desired.

After a moment of vibrating and bucking up and down, our bodies gave out and I collapsed on top of him, our bodies mashing together. We were both sweating like pigs, and panting like sled dogs.

“Fuck, that was… amazing… Mrs. McGee,” he said, his lips at my ear.

“You’re amazing, Mr. McGee,” I said. I pushed myself up and kissed him long and hard, then rolled off him to catch my breath. In less a minute, I heard his breathing grow slow and deep. I put my hand on his chest as it rose and fell. My new husband had passed out with a smile on his face.