Chapter Seven

Matt

Feeling like a king, he carried his queen to his bed. Setting her down on her feet, he started to undress her. He lifted up her oversized sweater and tossed it to the side. Matt tried not to drool as he stared at the sexiest tits ever. She had handfuls, and just needing to touch them, he cupped each breast, squeezing and softly rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, making them peak.

She tossed her head back and moaned, giving Matt access to her neck. Her skin was soft and sweet. “Mmm,” he moaned against her ear. “I can’t wait to taste all of you, my sweet Candy.”

Reaching behind, he unsnapped her bra. She opened her arms and let it fall away. He kissed her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth, sliding it back and forth with hers. Matt raked his hands through her hair and pulled her ponytail out, letting Candy’s long blonde hair fall around and frame her gorgeous face. Sitting her down on the bed and standing between her thighs, Matt bent down and kissed her. Their kiss intensified and desire went straight to cock; he pulled his lips away and gently pushed her to the mattress. She gave a light bounce, making her breasts jiggle.

“Mine,” he growled, looking at them like he had intentions of doing fucked up things to them. “I’m going to fucking possess every inch of you, Candy. I want to lick your pussy and see if you’re as sweet as your name,” he confessed, grinding his lower body on hers until they were both panting. He could feel the front of his jeans wet from his precum.

Standing up, Matt tugged at her jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down and off her, taking her shoes and socks with. He stood there for a moment admiring her perfect figure. Everything about her just sent him reeling with desire.

Kneeling, he parted her legs that were still hanging off the bed. He pressed his face to her pink panties, pushing his mouth against her pussy and planting a kiss. She shivered, sat back up, and nervously tried to close her legs, but, with a wicked grin, he held them open.

“Mine,” he reminded her again with an arched brow and a no nonsense expression on his handsome face. She relaxed and laid her head back down. He slid his finger, pushing the panties to the side before running his tongue methodically up and down her slit. Candice nearly bucked her body off the bed. “Mm…need more,” he grunted, tearing her panties off.

He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his shoulders as he feasted. Every tiny whimper told him what she wanted. He slipped a finger in her tight heat, stretching her while trying to get her honey on his tongue. Sucking her clit sent her screaming over the edge. She called out his name repeatedly, “Matthew.” His cock pressed hard against his jeans as he tried to stave off the need to come. Her voice was melodic and breathy. The sound that would send any man over. Rising to his feet, he undid his jeans and whipped out his large cock. He watched her eyes as she stared at his length. He planned to break her in two while planting his baby in her. That was all he thought of in London. Hell, since the first time he saw her. Lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist, he tested her entrance and sunk into her depths.

Matt froze when he felt the tear and the way her pussy tried to reject him. He looked down into her eyes that were glazed and filled with unshed tears. “You’re definitely mine alone.”

Candice

She nodded, laced her fingers around his head, and pulled him down to her. He kissed her like she deserved; like she was everything and more. Once her body relaxed, he began to rock his hips. The feeling made him growl and moan, tossing his head back. Watching him lose himself in her body brought her back to where she’d been before. She ran her nails against his broad chest, learning his body. As he moved faster inside her, she started to get the rhythm and followed his direction.

“Oh,” she moaned, wrapping her legs tighter around him and pressing her heels against his ass. They ground their bodies together until there was nothing separating them. The sweat from their heated skin eased the grinding.  Their voices were full of moans and sighs, and their flesh slapping against each other echoed in the exposed wooden vaulted ceiling.

“I’m so close. Your pussy is like a drug I know that I’ll never get enough of,” he admitted, thrusting harder into her.

She clawed at him, needing more. Her orgasm was so shocking that she cried out, “Oh my God.”

“No, baby. It’s only me,” he muttered, shooting his release into her womb. She felt his body stiffen as he emptied his cum inside her. It was almost enough to turn her on again. “Thank you,” he whispered over and over again. He moved them to the center of the bed, grabbing her shirt to wipe her down, tossing it in the laundry basket, and cuddling her up in his arms to go to sleep.

“Rest, my love,” he muttered against her ear, sending shivers down her body. She loved this man with everything in her and nothing and no one was going to change that. This is what a relationship should feel like, she thought to herself.