Bound To His Bride

God he’s so hard. So hard, so ready, and so fucking big. I’d never had a ton of experience before I met Colm. I was bartending my way through art school at this hipster wanna-be dive bar in between trying to get my portfolio noticed. Colm was the brooding, sexy, dangerous looking bouncer the owner was friends with who every single one of the waitresses had a crush on.

He stopped a drunk asshole from trying to come behind the bar one night, I patched up the cut on his forehead from the same asshole turning and bashing a bottle over Colm’s head. He walked me home that night, and you’d think a guy who looked like Colm would basically be telling you he was coming upstairs with you. But not him. In fact, I had to basically beg him to come up after the fourth date.

We stayed in my bedroom for five fucking days that first time. Literally. I almost failed out of school and lost my job. And I’ve never regretted a single second of it. After that, we were both done—head over heels for each other. This intoxicating mix of mad love and raw lust that left me gasping for more every single time.

I’d been with two guys before Colm—a high school boyfriend who I literally asked “is it in yet” our first time, and then a brief college fling that was hardly any better. Needless to say, finding Colm was like going from a tricycle to a Harley.

It was jumping off the deep end. And I can promise you, “is it in yet” was the farthest damn thing from what I was thinking that first time with him.

And feeling him now has it all coming back to me, even though I could never forget the feel or size of him in a million years. His cock throbs against my center through his dark jeans and my panties, making me whimper and roll my hips. I know he can feel how warm I am, and probably how wet too. He growls, dropping his mouth from my gasping lips to my neck, and I shiver as I feel his hand slide over my hip, moving between my thighs.

His fingers push down over the slick front of my lacy panties, and I moan wildly as I grind against him. His big fingers slide to the edge of my panties, tugging them to the side, and when they drag wetly through my bare, aching pussy, I almost shatter right there on the spot.

“Fuck I missed you, beautiful,” he groans into my ear, his other hand gripping my ass and tugging at my thong. “I missed fucking everything about you.”

“Show me,” I gasp, pulling back and holding his face in my hands. Our eyes lock, our pulses beat together, and for one second, it’s all still.

“Show me how much you missed me.”

“I hope you don’t have plans.”

I gasp at the ferocity in which his lips crush to mine, melting into him as the moan tumbles from my lips. His fingers push between my legs, easing between my lips and curling inside of my slick, eager pussy. I cry out, clutching at him, my hands yanking at his t-shirt. His mouth bites and sucks at my neck, breaking away and slipping his hand from between my legs just long enough for me to yank the t-shirt over his head. His gorgeous, inked, muscled body ripples in the shadowed light, igniting a spark of raw need inside of me before we go crashing together all over again.

He yanks my tank top off of me, our bodies writhing together as my breasts press into his muscled chest. I roll my hips, grinding against his fingers as they plunge into me, whimpering at the feel of his big cock so hard against my thigh.

“You wanna see how much I missed you, beautiful?” he growls into my ear. “Get over here.”

I cry out as he suddenly pulls away and yanks on the lever for his set. The back tumbles down, but before I can tumble after onto his chest, his powerful arms spin me around and yank me back down astride his hips. I moan as he pushes me over and pulls me back, dragging my ass back over his chest until I can feel his breath hot and teasing against my thighs.

“Fuck, Colm!”

His fingers tug my thong down and stretches it to the side. And before I can even process it, his mouth moves between my thighs, and his tongue drags over my aching bare lips.

I scream in pleasure, panting as my toes curl and my eyes squeeze shut. I grip the steering wheel in front of me, moaning as I push back against his wicked tongue. He pushes it deep in and out, fucking me with his tongue as his hands grip my ass tight and stroke my bare skin. He groans, wetly drinking in my honey and devouring me as his tongue pushes me higher and higher.