Page 11 of Passion

I smiled at her then lowered my lips to hers. After kissing her softly, I began pulling away, only for her to put her hands to my face and pull me back to her. I could feel the flashes from the camera, but I didn’t even give a fuck. My hands slid to her back and began steadily lowering to her ass.

I could feel the heat emanating from her, and my desire to fuck her up in one of these empty rooms was about to take me down. When I grabbed her ass, she moaned into my mouth. “Come on, horn-birds.”

She pulled away from me to see Emerson shaking his head. She giggled then looked up at me while biting her bottom lip. I grabbed her hand, leading her to the reception area of the venue. “So, I was told you were handling the honeymoon. Where are we going?”

“Honolulu. That cool wit’chu? The agency booked the trip since I couldn’t know your name before time.”

“Hell yeah. At this point, I don’t care where we end up. It’s obvious, we’ll be spending quite a bit of time indoors.”

“Shiiiid, indoors, outdoors, the same shit can go down.”

She stopped walking and said, “Fuck. They can wait. Come on.”

She pulled me in the direction of her dressing room as I slid my hand down my mouth in disbelief. I was ready as fuck. I grabbed my dick, ready to give her all that I had for a good five minutes. When we got to the room, I asked, “You sure you only want a sample?”

“Yes. It’ll take the edge off. I haven’t had sex in over two years, and I feel like I’m about to explode.”

I unclasped my pants, allowing them to drop to the floor and pulled my dick out of my underwear. “Bend that fat ass over this chair then.”

She lifted her dress and pulled the train to the side then pulled her thong to the side. I didn’t waste any time stooping and sliding my dick between her folds. When I pushed inside of her, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I hadn’t been holding out as long as she had, but my dick was thanking me for this moment. Her shit was sloppy wet.

“Oh, fuck!” I whispered loudly.

“Yeeeessss, Gentry. Oh my God! This is so fucking perfect.”

She wasn’t lying about that shit. Her pussy had wrapped my dick like it was an electric blanket. “Damn, Giselle. This some good shit that you been keeping to yourself. Fuck.”

We were definitely compatible sexually. She was a fucking freak, especially if she wanted this shit as bad as I did. Just the fact that we were in this room fucking while our guests were waiting for us was proof in itself. I gripped her ass as I fucked the shit out of her. I watched her bite her arm, trying to contain her whimpers and moans.

“Gentry… shit. I love your dick already.”

“Yeah. I love your shit too, baby.”

I was ready to nut, but there was no way I would release before she did. Although this was a quickie, I couldn’t make a bad first impression. I couldn’t control the grunts that left me, and holding my nut was getting more difficult with every thrust into her rainforest. “Geeeeentryyyy, shit! I’m cumming!”

She was loud as fuck and scared the nut right out of my ass. I was planning to pull out so she wouldn’t be so gushy, but shit, she was gonna have to deal with it now. “Fuck!”

We were panting like we’d just ran a marathon. This shit was so good, and I couldn’t wait until I could take my time with her. I slid my dick out of her, and she turned to me and kissed my lips. I pulled away from her. “You better quit fucking with me before you incite round two on that ass.”

She chuckled and went to the restroom. I tucked my dick back in my drawers and pulled my pants up, struggling to zip them over my erection. I hadn’t nearly had enough. While it may have taken the edge off for her, it had only gotten me cranked up. When she came out of the bathroom, she said, “Honolulu ain’t ready.”

I chuckled. “Hell naw. Come on here, woman.”

I grabbed her hand and led her out of the room toward the reception area. The minute we walked in, the applause started. The deejay began playing the song I requested for our first dance. “U” by Paul Grant and Brayla was a beautiful song. Brayla’s vocals were A-1. It was a testament to how I felt. It said that I was betting it all on her. If this marriage didn’t work out, I surely wouldn’t be in a hurry to jump into anything else.

So far, things were looking up, and if Arranged Hearts paired us, then it should continue to look up, even through the bad times.

“You are so beautiful. Gentry is a lucky man,” Dr. Fleming said.

I smiled politely. “Thank you. I look forward to getting to know you all.”

His mom smiled at me politely. She hadn’t said much, but he’d let me know that she was shy around people she didn’t know. I could understand that because I was somewhat closed off as well. Today, I knew I couldn’t be… not in this situation. However, I did not expect to fuck him before we could even leave for the honeymoon. The dick he was slanging had captured me. I hadn’t had dick that good in a long time, and I was ready to indulge in him all day.

Our first day on the island was definitely going to be spent indoors. When he said he was down for fucking in public, I was too far gone to come back. His dick worked magic. I’d never orgasmed in a standing position. Hopefully, he would continue to show me things I’d never experienced. It was weird as hell though. It was almost like we’d known one another in another lifetime. He didn’t feel like a stranger to me. That was what I was most nervous about.

I thought I would be reserved around him, but his ass pulled the freak out of me in two point five seconds. His slender, chocolate frame had me at hello. Gentry was so damn fine I could barely focus on the officiant. I could tell he was struggling as well. Arranged Hearts had definitely gotten our physical desires correct, although I wasn’t really specific. His low eyes just pulled me in. That kiss though… Jesus Christ. I could suck on his bottom lip all fucking day.

I made my way over to Jungle and the rest of Watchful Eyes to thank them all for coming. A lot of the Berottes had come also. They were my family, and I was happy to connect to all of them. Alexz and her brothers were my first cousins, and I could see some resemblance, although our dads didn’t look a whole lot alike. We’d clearly gotten our grandmother’s genes.