stand there with my mouth hanging open. I’ve seen Donovan in business suits before, but never a tuxedo. Wow, he looks good. The tux is light gray with a matching silver vest and tie. His hair is gelled back and I swear my heart stops beating.
“Hey, baby doll. Where are you going?” His blue eyes sparkle as he stares at me. I feel my cheeks flush a bit.
“To help get the bouquets for the wedding party from the kitchen,” I whisper, unable to take my eyes off of him. I drink in the sight of him, etching each detail to memory. I have to remember to tell him to be in more weddings.
“Come here.” He grins and pulls me into a nearby bathroom. He locks the door and stares at me, like he wants to devour me, and I welcome it.
“I don’t have much time, but I just have to touch you.” In two swift steps, he’s in front of me and seals his mouth over mine. I want to protest, but I can’t. I needed to get those flowers, but right now, I don’t care. His tongue takes control of my mouth and I’m pressed so firmly against him, I feel his dick get hard. I unzip his pants and grab ahold of him, stroking him as he moans in our kiss.
“Turn around, grab the sink, and lift your dress.” His tone is softly demanding and it makes me hot for him. I love when he takes charge like this. I do as I’m told, happily, and hold my dress up to my waist. I feel his hands on my thighs as they raise up to my panties. He quickly slides them down and my body is instantly ready for him. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he says as he pulls his pants down. His fingers suddenly slide into me, taking me by surprise. He’s not joking about being quick. He moves them in and out to get me as wet as he can.
“You’re gonna feel so good around me,” he whispers in my ear as he leans on top of me and rubs himself against the heat that’s building between my legs. “Please let me inside you.”
I poke my ass out in response and he groans as he pushes himself in. My muscles tighten around him, and he starts his feverish pace. He rams into me over and over, never slowing down. I bite my lip to keep my moans quiet, but it’s so hard. I climax just as he does, pleasure making both our bodies convulse as we ride out the orgasms out.
“That’s just what I needed,” Donovan pulls out and hands me a towel to clean up with. “Thank you, baby.” He gives me softly on my lips. “I’ll see you later.”
“Oh, before you leave, I wanted to ask you. What did you say to me last night when I was falling asleep?” I ask. “It’s been kinda bugging me because I didn’t hear you.” We check the hallway to make sure nobody sees us come out of the bathroom together.
He stops short and his eyes widen just a fraction, then he shrugs. “I don’t remember, baby. Probably just good night or something.” I give a tight lipped smile to him and nod. I was hoping it was a little more romantic than that like I can’t live without you or I love you. I toss the towel into the laundry bin, then I take off to the kitchen. I look over my shoulder once to wave to him, and he’s pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyes screwed shut. Maybe he’s getting a headache? I shrug my shoulders, then resume my mission to retrieve the flowers.
I peep through the door, hoping there isn’t a lot of people here; I don’t want to get in the way. It seems quiet for now, so I try to figure out which refrigerator all the flowers would be in. I walk through, trying to find it. Dammit, why didn’t I ask Megan? I’m wandering around like a lost child looking for her mommy. I finally come to a large stainless steel cooler, open it, and find eleven bouquets. “Finally,” I sigh. I grab the bride’s first and it’s so breathtakingly beautiful. The roses are light and dark pink with baby’s breath peeking out. The
“Hey, baby doll. Where are you going?” His blue eyes sparkle as he stares at me. I feel my cheeks flush a bit.
“To help get the bouquets for the wedding party from the kitchen,” I whisper, unable to take my eyes off of him. I drink in the sight of him, etching each detail to memory. I have to remember to tell him to be in more weddings.
“Come here.” He grins and pulls me into a nearby bathroom. He locks the door and stares at me, like he wants to devour me, and I welcome it.
“I don’t have much time, but I just have to touch you.” In two swift steps, he’s in front of me and seals his mouth over mine. I want to protest, but I can’t. I needed to get those flowers, but right now, I don’t care. His tongue takes control of my mouth and I’m pressed so firmly against him, I feel his dick get hard. I unzip his pants and grab ahold of him, stroking him as he moans in our kiss.
“Turn around, grab the sink, and lift your dress.” His tone is softly demanding and it makes me hot for him. I love when he takes charge like this. I do as I’m told, happily, and hold my dress up to my waist. I feel his hands on my thighs as they raise up to my panties. He quickly slides them down and my body is instantly ready for him. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he says as he pulls his pants down. His fingers suddenly slide into me, taking me by surprise. He’s not joking about being quick. He moves them in and out to get me as wet as he can.
“You’re gonna feel so good around me,” he whispers in my ear as he leans on top of me and rubs himself against the heat that’s building between my legs. “Please let me inside you.”
I poke my ass out in response and he groans as he pushes himself in. My muscles tighten around him, and he starts his feverish pace. He rams into me over and over, never slowing down. I bite my lip to keep my moans quiet, but it’s so hard. I climax just as he does, pleasure making both our bodies convulse as we ride out the orgasms out.
“That’s just what I needed,” Donovan pulls out and hands me a towel to clean up with. “Thank you, baby.” He gives me softly on my lips. “I’ll see you later.”
“Oh, before you leave, I wanted to ask you. What did you say to me last night when I was falling asleep?” I ask. “It’s been kinda bugging me because I didn’t hear you.” We check the hallway to make sure nobody sees us come out of the bathroom together.
He stops short and his eyes widen just a fraction, then he shrugs. “I don’t remember, baby. Probably just good night or something.” I give a tight lipped smile to him and nod. I was hoping it was a little more romantic than that like I can’t live without you or I love you. I toss the towel into the laundry bin, then I take off to the kitchen. I look over my shoulder once to wave to him, and he’s pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyes screwed shut. Maybe he’s getting a headache? I shrug my shoulders, then resume my mission to retrieve the flowers.
I peep through the door, hoping there isn’t a lot of people here; I don’t want to get in the way. It seems quiet for now, so I try to figure out which refrigerator all the flowers would be in. I walk through, trying to find it. Dammit, why didn’t I ask Megan? I’m wandering around like a lost child looking for her mommy. I finally come to a large stainless steel cooler, open it, and find eleven bouquets. “Finally,” I sigh. I grab the bride’s first and it’s so breathtakingly beautiful. The roses are light and dark pink with baby’s breath peeking out. The
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