Face-Off at the Altar
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“I feel the same way,” she said before crashing her lips to his. “So we’re good.”
Throwing her leg over his waist, she straddled him as he took ahold of her ass, kissing her hard on the lips. “We’re more than good,” he said cheekily. She held her breath as she started to move against him, his cock coming alive beneath her. Eyeing her, he groaned out loudly. “What in the world are you doing?”
“I think you know,” she said breathlessly as his eyes shut and his fingers dug into her hips. “Or maybe I need to teach you. Ha, me the teacher. Yeah, right,” she laughed and grinned.
“Yeah, because the teacher would know that I just got done and can’t go again.”
“Apparently, your friend doesn’t know that,” she said as she took him in her grasp, his hard girth heavy in her hand.
“He’s an overachiever,” he joked, and Mekena smiled before directing him inside of her. “Whoa, babe, condom. I’ve never done it without a condom.”
“I’m on the pill,” she muttered as she sank down on him, groaning his name.
Unable to breathe, he asked, “When did you do that?”
“When I was like sixteen,” she said, trying to figure out how she was going to move with his huge cock inside of her like this. She felt like she was stuck in place, but then his hands were at her hips, guiding her up and down on him.
“Sixteen?”
“Period issues,” she answered as she moved, her butt smacking his thighs with each motion up and down.
“That’s a really hot thing to talk about during sex.”
“I know. You asked.”
“You could have lied.”
“Fine, I was a huge whore when I was a teenager, slept with everyone.”
He paused, giving her a dry look. “Period issues, it is.”
Grinning, she held on to his chest as she moved up and down on him, his cock going so deep she was sure he was in her throat. It felt so damn good, so damn filling as she rode him, her clit rubbing against him with each motion. She felt her own release building, but before she could get there, he rolled them over, pulling her legs back until her knees hit the bed and then he started to pound into her. Each thrust brought a cry from her lips, but God, it was great. She hadn’t realized how much she was going to love sex until she was with him. Finally with him. She had dreamed of this, read novel after novel, but nothing could compare to the true connection between two people like they had.
It was pure perfection.
She loved him.
Completely.
When he came, he came hard, his moan so loud as he fell on top of her and just lay there, gasping for breath. He gathered her up in his arms as he kissed her sloppily on the lips. He was throbbing inside of her, her own body shaking as she clung to him, needing his arms around her. She nuzzled her nose into his chest as she swallowed.
“Your dick is really big.”
He paused and then started laughing really hard. They shook the bed so much, she was sure they’d have no air in it. “Usually, guys like when a girl says that. But when you say it, I know you mean it, and you’re not trying to boost my ego. For some reason, that makes me laugh.”
“You were basically fucking my brain.” Still laughing, he lay on his back, sliding out of her as she shook her head. “I’m pretty sure I forgot my name.”
“Mine, your name is mine,” he said then, kissing her nose as he reached over for a glass of water.
Still gasping for breath, she watched the muscles in his back. “Was it like this with other people? Or is it just ’cause you’re my only that I feel like this?”
He paused before looking over at her and falling onto his back. “What do you mean?”
She smiled. “I mean that you take my breath away every single time we do this. I get so excited, and I swear I could come for hours from just having you in me. I feel so connected to you. So perfect. Is it always like that?”
His lips quirked before he rolled to his side, cupping her face. “No, sometimes, it’s pointless and bad. Sometimes, it’s hot but no connection. Never in my life have I had sex with someone and just felt empty when I left them. That’s how it is with you. I get out of you, and I want so bad to get back in there and live there. It’s actually borderline psycho, but I don’t care. I love it. You, I love you.”
Giggling, she smacked him as he smiled. “It’s perfect.”
“It is,” he agreed as her phone sounded. Making a face, he asked, “Who the hell is texting you this late? It’s three in the morning.”
She wasn’t sure, but it made her smile. “My other boyfriend.” He glared and she laughed. “Jeez, jealous.”
“Yes.”
“Why? I’m yours!”
“With someone else texting you! I knew you were too hot to stay mine.”
Laughing harder than she should, she wrapped her body around him as she kissed his nose. “I’m only yours.”
“Yeah, don’t forget,” he said laughing, reaching over her for her phone. When she smacked his butt, he cried out. But then his grin was gone as he looked at her phone, all the playfulness disappearing as his eyes darkened.
“Markus?” She took the phone to see that the message was from Skylar. “What the hell?” she asked, opening the text to a screenshot of Claire’s Instagram with a picture of Markus and Mekena at Lucy’s wedding with the caption: True love.
Under the picture, the text read:
Skylar: Jesus, really? You’re with him? He fucked me, Mekena. How stupid can you be? He’s a sleaze. He’s going to break your heart. Hell, let him come around me and he’ll fuck me again. You’re so stupid. Maybe you’re the one on drugs cause something is clouding your brain not to see he is a fucking douche. You just wait, you’ll be crying to me in a week’s time.
Biting on her lip, Mekena rolled her eyes before shutting off her phone and placing it on the floor. “I need to change my number.”
When she looked over to Markus, even in the dark she could see his face was grim while he stared up at the ceiling. “What did I do to her, Mekena? Like, why does she hate me so much? To keep trying to hurt us?”
“Because I love you,” she answered, rolling over and wrapping her leg around him. “Misery loves company, and we’re happy, so she wants to ruin that.”