Honeymoon from Hell III (Honeymoon from Hell 3)

Keeping his hold on her bottom, he rolled her onto her back and thrust inside her, ignoring the bite of the metal cuffs digging into his wrist as he kissed his way to her ear and whispered. “I missed you, Rory. I’m missed holding you at night. I missed touching you, kissing you and sliding my tongue inside your pussy before I fucked you. Did you miss that, Rory?” he asked, slowing his thrusts as he fucked her.

“Yes,” she moaned, “Yes!”

“Say it,” he demanded, slowing his thrusts even further as he had to grit his teeth, struggling not to come until he had her screaming his name and digging her nails into his back. “Tell me how much you missed me, Rory. Tell me how much you missed getting fucked!”

“Oh, God! she gasped, licking her lips hungrily as she spread her legs and tried to ride his cock, but he wouldn’t let her, not until he heard her tell him how badly she’d missed this, missed him.

“Tell me just how badly you missed this,” he said tightly as he fucked her.

“I missed you,” she admitted, practically yelling the admission and earning a harder thrust. “I missed you so much, Connor. God, I missed you!”

“And did you miss this?” he asked, pulling out so that he could slowly slide back inside her, letting her feel just how hard she’d made him.

Gasping, she nodded frantically, but that wasn’t good enough.

“Tell me!” he whispered harshly, needing to hear her say the words. “Tell me how badly you missed getting fucked!”

“Oh, God!” she screamed just as he felt her sheath clamp down tightly around him.

“Fuck!” he growled, wanting to hear how badly she missed him, but unable to stop himself from fucking her harder, the feeling of her pussy squeezing him too fucking good to ignore.

Within seconds she was screaming her release and he was cursing harshly as he continued to fuck her, his orgasm building down his spine as he felt his balls pull up tight and-

“Oh, fuck no!” he groaned when she somehow managed to take him by surprise and shove him onto his back.

Before he could stop her, she was pulling off his cock and sliding down his body, ducking beneath his cuffed hands when he went to reach for her, needing to slide back inside her so badly that he’d thought he’d fucking die if he didn’t feel her sheath wrapped around him again.

“Rory,” he said her name tightly as he reached blindly for her again, never so close in his life to begging before, but he needed her so fucking badly that it hurt. “Baby, please-Oh, fuck!” he roared as she grabbed the waist of his sweatpants and yanked them down right around the time that her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock.

Gasping, he reached back and grabbed hold of the headboard, terrified of what he’d do if he didn’t stop himself, and looked down to watch Rory swallow his cock with that mischievous glint in her eyes, the one that he’d seen over a hundred times in the past and the one that told him that the tables had just been turned on him.

Panting hard, he watched as she slowly pulled her mouth back, allowing his glistening cock to escape her beautiful lips. “Did you miss me, Connor?” she asked calmly with a sensual smile as she dipped her head and ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip as though she hadn’t just been screaming his name less than a minute ago.

This woman was calm and in control and they both knew it.

“Yes,” he answered harshly, groaning seconds later when she rewarded him by licking his cock from the base to the tip again.

“Did you miss fucking me, Connor?” she asked, making him close his eyes in pleasure, because there really was nothing like Rory taking control and bringing him to his knees.

“Yes!”

“What did you miss most about me?” she asked, licking her way back up to the tip of his cock and then slowly took it back between her lips.

“Every fucking thing,” he admitted.

She chuckled around his cock, sending a new wave of pleasure through his body. “Everything, huh?”

“Yes!”

“What do you want, Connor? Hmm, my mouth or my pussy?” she asked right before she took his cock back in her mouth and robbed him of the ability to think.

A loud, long groan escaped him when she cupped his balls and sucked on his cock, making it difficult to decide, because as much as he loved sliding deep inside her, he loved this, too.

“Did you think about me over the past week?” she asked as she once again allowed his cock to slide free of her mouth.

“Every fucking minute of every fucking day,” he admitted, gasping for air as he watched Rory slowly sit up and straddle him again.

“Really?” she asked with that teasing little smile of hers that drove him crazy as she ran her hands over his torso and ground down against his cock, rubbing her wet pussy over him.

“Yes!” he practically snarled, desperate for her as his hold tightened on the headboard and he somehow resisted the urge to shove her on her back and fuck her until his balls stopped hurting.

“What do you want, Connor?” she asked, slowly rubbing her pussy on him, rubbing back and forth…back and forth…

“You!” he roared as she sent him over the edge with a simple twist of her hips, rubbing her clit over the underside of his cock, making him groan and every muscle in his body tighten as he came, harder than he ever thought possible without being inside a woman.

She kept grinding her wet pussy on him, causing his cock to jerk with each movement until he suddenly found his cock back inside her tight sheath as she lost control, riding him harder and faster as he laid there, gritting his teeth and watching her as she lost control until he couldn’t take anymore and he found himself yelling her name just as his name was ripped from her beautiful lips. She fell on him, panting hard as she turned her head, gave him a sleepy little smile that ended on a sigh as he turned his head and brushed his lips against hers.

“I love you, Rory,” he managed to get out before he joined her with the knowledge that he would never have to spend another night without her.

Chapter 5

“I am never speaking to you again!”

Rory sighed heavily as she walked past Jaso

n, pausing only long enough to ram her finger into his side, a move she’d perfected years ago thanks to Connor, and sighed with satisfaction when the big baby gasped in pain and jumped back.

“How could you?” he demanded in outrage, pressing his hand against his side as he gave her what he probably considered his best pout.

“Easily,” she admitted with a smile that was quickly followed by a yawn as she walked past all her brothers and cousins standing around the kitchen, devouring everything from boxes of cereal to bags of chips and letting her know that there was absolutely no hope of finding something to eat, not with her brothers and cousins in the house, but she still held out hope that they’d missed an egg or two.

She opened the fridge, sighed, shook her head with disgust, let