Honeymoon from Hell II

by R. L. Mathewson

  “Yes,” he growled, standing up straight and taking her with him as he started to walk backwards, “I did.”

  He sat down on the chair by the door, adjusting her on his lap as he did. “I love you,” she told him, needing to tell him just how much he meant to her, how much she loved him, but knowing that she would never be able to tell him how much this honeymoon had meant to her, she decided to show him.

  “God, I love you, Zoe,” he groaned when she shifted on top of him, rubbing against the erection creating the wonderfully large bulge in his pants. “So fucking much,” he said, panting slightly as he palmed her ass and moved her against him.

  She slowly rocked against him while she kissed him and ran her hands over his arms and chest, greedily running her fingers over all the hard muscle covering his body. She still couldn’t believe that a man like this wanted her, probably never would, but she was done trying to figure out how she’d lucked out, falling in love with a man as wonderful as Trevor and just accept it.

  “I need to fuck you,” he growled, releasing one hand from her bottom so that he could undo his fly and pull down his zipper.

  She continued to grind against him, moaning when his hand brushed against her slit. When he used his hold on bottom to pick her up so he could slide a finger inside her, she damn near lost it. Gasping against his mouth, she grabbed onto his shoulders and used the hold to roll her hips, bringing his finger deeper inside her as she rode his hand.

  “Trevor,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice breaking even as she released a little whimper, needing him so badly that she thought she’d die if she didn’t feel him inside her soon.

  Wrapping one of her arms around his shoulders so that she could keep riding his finger, she reached down between them and pushed her hand inside the opening of his pants and wrapped her hand around him, loving the way that his hard cock jerked against her hand in approval.

  He rewarded her with a second finger, leaving her helpless to do anything but grind against his hand harder as her head dropped back. His fingers felt so good inside her, but she knew that in a minute he’d give her something that would feel so much better.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he said as she felt his lips wrap around her nipple and gently suckle.

  “Oh, God!” she shouted as that one move sent a jolt of pleasure between her legs.

  She’d forgotten just how sensitive her nipples were now. When he teased her nipple with his teeth, she thought she’d die of pleasure. She couldn’t take it any longer. She needed him.

  Now.

  “Please!” she pleaded, not really caring that she was begging him or the fact that she’d never begged a man to fuck her before him, but then again, she’d never been with a man like Trevor before. He knew her body better than she did and had no shame in making her beg, which at moments like this one she was happy about it.

  “Please, what?” he asked softly, clearly hell-bent on making her beg until she was too desperate for him to care that she was screaming it, something that she was getting close to doing with every passing second.

  “Please fuck me,” she gasped, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear to get what she wanted.

  The answering growl had her breaths coming faster as she reluctantly released her hold on his cock and placed her arm around his shoulder as she eagerly awaited what was coming. He removed his hand from between her legs, gave her nipple one last lick, moved his mouth to her neck and suckled the spot right below her chin that drove her crazy, grabbed her hips, shifted her over the tip of his cock and pulled her down on top of him. A strangled cry escaped her as he slowly slid inside, filling her completely and making her wonder how she’d survived the last few days without this.

  “You feel fucking amazing,” he growled approvingly as he shifted beneath her as he pulled her down so that she slid down another delicious inch.

  “You feel better than amazing,” she said, panting hard as she licked her lips and struggled not to immediately come, but it was a losing battle and they both knew it.

  He pressed one last kiss to her chin before he leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you all night, sweetheart, and when I’m not fucking you, I’m going to be licking your pussy until you beg me to let you suck my cock.”

  Just like that, she lost it. Her back bowed as her orgasm slammed into her, causing her to slide down the rest of the way until he was completely inside her. Before she was done screaming, he had his thumb pressed against her clit and was gently rubbing it, forcing her body into another powerful orgasm before the last one was finished and making her seriously question the likelihood of surviving the night.

  Chapter 14

  “Mmm,” Zoe moaned, shifting her hips as he leisurely licked her out. “That feels so good,” she groaned, making his cock harden painfully.

  He moved his hand slowly over his cock, stroking himself in time with the movement of his tongue over her-

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” the inconsiderate bastard snapped, punctuating his displeasure with another kick to their hotel door.

  “I said we’d be out in a minute. So, calm the fuck down and wait!” he shouted only to murmur an apology to the little clit that he’d abandoned so that he could get rid of the asshole trying to rush them.

  “Don’t stop,” his very demanding wife moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue to lick her out.

  “Not stopping,” he swore as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit.

  “Thank God,” she moaned with obvious relief as he slid his tongue down between her folds and then inside her, enjoying her sweet flavor as he gave his cock a squeeze and another stroke.

  “You said that an hour ago!” Jason yelled, sounding pissed and for good reason. He had just driven fourteen straight hours without sleep to come pick them up only to find himself forced to wait for them while he finished apologizing for the fucked up honeymoon to his wife.

  Granted, he was expressing that apology through sex since the actual words only seemed to piss her off.

  “Give us five goddamn minutes!” he shouted, ready to kill the bastard if he didn’t take a hint and give them some time to finish this.

  They heard Jason grumble something about insensitive bastards and a donut shop down the street and took that as their cue to take their time, finishing this the right way.

  “Stand up,” he said, giving her wet slit one last lick before he pulled back and waited for her to comply.

  Not even ten seconds later, she was on her hands and knees and presenting him with her beautiful ass. Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to one round cheek and then the other before he moved over her and slid inside her, nearly coming when her tight pussy greedily grabbed hold of his cock and held on, refusing to let him go.

  “Want me to stop?” he asked, panting hard as he started fucking her.

  “Harder,” came the answer that had him smiling even as he complied. “Please, fuck me hard-”

  “The donut shop is closed,” Jason announced as he once again returned to irritate the shit out of them.

  “Then go wait in the fucking car!”

  “I can’t!” Jason snapped back, pissing Trevor off enough to realize that the bastard wasn’t going to leave until he beat the shit out of him. He started to pull out of Zoe to do just that when Jason’s next announcement had him cursing and diving for his discarded pants.

  “They’re towing my car away!”

  “Shit!” Trevor groaned as he yanked his pants up and stuffed his painful erection in his pants as he rushed over to the door and yanked it open right around the time that his wife screamed and dove for cover.

  “Oh, look at that,” Jason said with a smile and a sigh, “it looks like you’re ready to go.”

  Knowing that he couldn’t kill him, at least not until after he’d brought them home, Trevor settled on glaring at the bastard. “I hate you.”

  Jason shrugged as he turned around and headed down the hal
lway, whistling, “It’s a small world,” just to piss him off as Trevor slammed the door shut in an attempt to stop himself from going after the little bastard.

  The first chance that he got, he was going to-

  “Oh, fucking hell,” he shouted as his cock was suddenly pulled free and traced with the most talented tongue that he’d ever encountered.

  Slapping a hand against the wall, he looked down to find his wife, naked and on her knees, sucking his cock as she slid her fingers between her legs, moaning as she did it and letting him know that it was going to be a while before she was ready to leave, which was more than fine with him since there was no where else on earth that he’d rather be than in this disgusting hotel room, apologizing to his beautiful wife and making damn sure that she knew just how much he loved her.

  Epilogue

  One year, seven months, two weeks and three days later…

  “This is more like it,” Trevor said with a sigh of satisfaction as he slid inside her.

  She couldn’t help but smile as she ran her hand down his bicep, making sure that the patch was still on his arm. “This is more like it, huh?” she asked teasingly as she shifted beneath him so that she could take him deeper.

  “Mmmhmm, this is the perfect trip,” he said with a wicked grin as he ducked his head and took her nipple between his lips.

  “We haven’t left the room in four days,” she felt obligated to point out, gasping in pleasure when he began to roll his hips and hit just the right spot.

  “That’s,” he said, pausing to gently tug on her nipple with his teeth, “what I call a perfect vacation.”

  “Spending the entire cruise in our room, making love?” she asked on a moan as her eyes flickered shut, her mouth opened on a gasp and her toes curled in pleasure as Trevor did that thing with his cock that drove her out of her mind.

  “Mmmhmm, the perfect vacation,” Trevor agreed absently as he switched his attention to her other nipple.

  Gasping, she dug her heels into the bed and spread her legs further apart so that she could push against him. “We could have saved a lot of money and stayed home if all you wanted to do was to spend a week in a bed,” she somehow managed to point out, which actually impressed her that she was able to form a coherent sentence at this point.

  “We don’t have room service back home,” he reminded her, giving up his claim to her nipple so that he could take her mouth in a hungry kiss.

  “So,” she said, pausing to return his kiss, “your idea of a perfect vacation is nonstop sex and food?”

  He chuckled as he took her hands in his and moved them above her head as he continued to slowly thrust inside her. “Sounds like the perfect vacation to me,” he growled, moving his attention to her neck and that spot just beneath her chin.

  She pushed against him, needing him deeper as she hungrily licked her lips. “So, you’re enjoying yourself then?”

  “I’m in fucking heaven right now,” he answered with a pleased growl that almost had her forgetting her reason for asking.

  “I’m glad,” she said, entwining her fingers with his as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to savor the moment.

  “Me, too. I think that we should leave the boys with Jason and Haley every year and go on a cruise,” he said as his thrusts became a little harder and a little faster, making it difficult to catch her breath, never mind remember that she had a purpose for this trip.

  “I’m sure that something could be arranged,” she said, opening her eyes so that she could watch him as she added, “but probably not next year.”

  “And why’s that?” he asked, releasing one of her hands so that he could palm her breast and nearly making her scream when it brushed over her sensitive nipple.

  “Because I’ll probably still be breast feeding,” she said, biting back a smile as she watched comprehension dawn in Trevor’s eyes.

  He paused mid-thrust, swallowing nervously, he asked, “Again?”

  “Mmhmmm,” she said, leaning up to brush her lips against his curved ones as he released his hold on her breast and placed it over her soft stomach where their babies were growing.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Positive.”

  Smiling against her lips, he kissed her. “Well, I think we should make sure,” he said, starting to thrust again even as he continued to smile.

  “And why’s that?” she asked, panting slightly as he increased his thrusts, forcing her to struggle to keep up.

  “Because, this time I want a little girl as perfect as her mother.”

  Coming in August 2015

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