Celebrating it All (Punishment Pit #8) - Livia Grant Page 0,1

a second to feel the tip of his shaft sliding through her folds when he thrust forward, knocking the wind out of her as his cock bottomed out in one plunge. Their joint grunts echoed in the enclosed space as Tiffany opened her eyes to admire the sight in the side mirror. She had a front-row seat to the magnificent sight of the man she loved, fucking her with complete abandon. His hands gripped her hips, helping to yank her back against him with each stab of his hard erection.

“Yes! Holy shit, I’m gonna come already!” she cried out.

His “Good girl” tipped her over the edge. In her compromised state, she couldn’t decide if she loved being his good girl or his naughty girl more. Each came with their own set of advantages.

Lukus was a piston, riding her hard and fast for several long moments until she felt another orgasm building. His breath was getting ragged and she could see his locked jaw in the mirror as he fucked her like the sex-god he was.

Tiff could always tell when he was getting close to coming—his thrusts became more erratic. She was in a race to come one more time before he finished. Sensing she needed a bit of help, Lukus used the grip on her hips to lift her lower body off the ground completely, positioning her high enough to change the angle of his continued hammering just enough that the tip of his rod now pounded directly onto her G-spot.

Her orgasm hit her like a truck and she rewarded her new husband with her patented sexy rant she knew he loved so much. “Fuuuccckkk… yeah… Lukus, that’s it… harder… faster… shit….”

Lukus finally bellowed out his own orgasm, arching his back as he deposited his load of hot spunk deep inside her.

Collapsing on top of her bent body, the couple took a few moments to replenish their oxygen levels with their heavy panting.

“Holy shit, that was amazing,” he finally said when he’d recovered enough to speak, nuzzling her intimately through her long hair.

Tiffany chuckled, “And just think—we haven’t even left for the honeymoon yet.”

Remembering they were late, Lukus stood, removing his softening cock from her body. She could already feel the wetness dribbling out of her, down her inner thigh.

“I need to go clean up before we leave,” she said. But as she stood, he was already leaning down to pull up her panties and jeans. Confused, she tried to push his hands away.

“I’ve decided I kinda like you smelling like me. Pull your pants up. Let’s go.”

“Lukus! I am not going on the plane smelling like a walking orgy.”

He spun her around, yanking her into his waiting arms, clamping his finger onto the back of her neck to make sure he had her attention.

“Your Dom wants to smell his sub. More importantly, I want my cum seeping out into your panties, reminding you the whole trip that there will be a lot more wet panties in your future. Now… I’m taking the big suitcase. Grab your carryon and any last-minute things you need while I make sure everything is ready for us to leave. I’ll meet you at the elevator in exactly two minutes. You’re already going to be sitting in wet panties on the plane. I’d hate to have to add a hot butt to the long trip, too.”

His lust-filled gaze called him a liar. He’d love nothing more than to spank her ass good before they left.

Oh, who am I kidding? I’d love it too.

Too bad they were running so late.

Tiffany

“How much time do we have to make our connection?” she asked for the second time.

Tiffany had been so busy with the wedding plans that she’d been more than happy to let Lukus take care of all of the planning for their honeymoon. Only now was she starting to get anxious, realizing just how little she knew about what he had planned for them for the next two weeks.

Up until arriving at the airport, she’d just been looking forward to getting away with Lukus, but now her usual travel anxiety was kicking in. She was the organized one. The planner. She’d traveled most often with Brianna who was more than happy to let Tiffany take control over their itinerary. So, jumping on a plane without knowing even the first thing about where they’d be staying, how they’d travel to and from the airports, how many islands they’d be visiting—it was stressing her out.

“I’ve told you, just relax