Honeymoon from Hell V (12 page)

“
That’s it, baby,” he
groaned approvingly as he shifted, giving her better access to his
cock and making her want to scream in pleasure as he slid inside
her at just the right angle.

“
Oh, God, Danny,” she
moaned, whimpering in pleasure as she tightened her hold around
him, shifted her legs and rode him harder.

“
That’s it, Tink. Take what
you need, baby,” he growled as he gripped her ass and helped guide
her, moving her harder and faster on his cock.

“
Please, Danny! Please!”
she cried against his lips, not really knowing what she was asking
for or what she needed, but knowing without a doubt that he would
give her absolutely everything that she needed.

There was a loud, pained groan as she
slammed down hard on his cock and then there
was…nothing.

One second she was riding him, on the
verge of one of the most powerful orgasms that she’d ever
experienced and the next she found herself lying across the kitchen
table with her legs spread, her breaths heaving in and out of her
chest and her sheath practically screaming in misery at the loss of
Danny.

Licking her lips, she struggled to
form a coherent sentence, to beg him to come back to her, to fuck
her, to take the pain away, to do anything to take this misery
away, but before she could say anything, not that it was actually
physically possible, Danny was setting the locks on his wheelchair,
grabbing hold of the table and pushing himself to his
feet.

“
Danny, no!” she said, the
orgasm that threatened to bring her to her knees instantly
forgotten as she watched her husband grip the kitchen table, take a
deep breath and reach over her so that he could grab the edge of
the kitchen table and pull his body over hers.

His response was a groan as his cock
slid right back inside her. He didn’t waste any time explaining
what he was doing or trying to reassure her that everything was
okay. Instead he used his hold on the edge of the table and began
fucking her in a way that had her gasping for breath and her arms
wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he slid inside
her.

“
Tink,” he groaned as he
shoved his cock in further inside her, making them both moan with
pleasure as the new move sent his cock sliding inside her at a
different angle.

“
Love you, Jodi,” he said,
shifting his hands so that were pressed flat against the table and
he was raising himself above her, fucking her with shallow thrusts
that drove her out of her mind as she looked up and locked eyes
with the man that she loved.

“
I love you, Danny,” she
whispered, gasping for her next breath as she continued to roll his
cock inside her, making it harder and harder for her to hold back
as he fucked her, careful of her swelling stomach.

“
Love you so damn much,
Tink,” he said, smiling as he leaned down and kissed her, taking
her pleasure to a new level and triggering an orgasm that made it
impossible for her to catch her next breath, but somehow allowed
her to scream his name until her voice was hoarse and she didn’t
think she’d ever be able to talk again.

Danny groaned loudly as his back bowed
and his cock swelled inside her, sending her over again and this
time guaranteeing that it would be quite sometime before she was
able to talk again, but she didn’t care, not as long as she had
Danny in her arms.

With a groan and a small grunt of
pleasure, he lowered himself on top of her as he tried to catch his
breath. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her chin and then finally
her lips as she sighed with pleasure, which incidentally ended once
she realized that the large bastard lying on top of her was
laughing.

Glaring up him, because she was pretty
sure that she’d lost the power of speech, she waited for the
bastard to stop laughing, but instead he shook his head as he
continued to chuckle and admitted, “I have no fucking clue how I’m
going to get off this table.”

As his words sank in a snort of
laughter escaped her until she found herself pressing her lips
against his and laughing with him.

That is until Duncan came
in the kitchen carrying grocery bags and spotted them.

“
This definitely wasn’t in
the fucking job description,” Duncan grumbled with a long-suffering
sigh as he dropped a bag of groceries on the kitchen island and
strolled out of the kitchen, shaking his head in disgust while they
laid there, unable to stop laughing, because this was definitely
going be an interesting experience living with two Bradfords, she
kissed him again, vaguely wondering what it was going to take to
get Duncan to come back in here and help them off this
table.

Coming in November
2015

Darrin and Marybeth’s
Honeymoon…

About the Author

Writer, Facebook stalker, mother of
two and hot cocoa addict, R.L. Mathewson lives life to its
fullest.

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