“Hey,” Abell said, slowing down beside me. He leaned in, lips pressing to mine before I knew what was happening. Weren't sweaty people supposed to smell bad? Abell gave off waves of pheromones and sharp pine.

I didn't have time to snap to my senses and end the kiss; he pulled away first, grinning wide. “I guess I'll say 'hey' again,” he chuckled.

Blinking rapidly, I touched my mouth. “What was that for?” Fuck fuck, slow down you crazy heart!

“It wasn't for anything.” He hooked his hoodie over his shoulder. “I just wanted to kiss you.”

Pure joy radiated inside of me. “Really?”

“Sure. Who wouldn't want to kiss their beautiful fiance?”

I swallowed once, then I swallowed again.

Turning towards his apartment, Abell pointed with his chin. “Were you standing out here waiting for me?”

“Ah, yeah.” Now you look desperate. Good job. Poking my toe into the sidewalk, I smiled. “I wanted to... talk.” I'd wanted to talk, but now, gawking over his perfect specimen of a body, I had other ideas.

Perception burned in his frosty eyes. “Your poker face isn't as good as you think it is.”

Adrenaline spiked through me. “What?”

Grabbing my wrist, he pulled me against his hip, guiding me up the steps. “Get inside. Now.” In a flash we were in the building, his apartment door rising up. He ripped it open, nudging me through.

The wood slammed behind us.

Dazed, I turned towards him. “Abell—”

He advanced on me, gripping my cheeks in his hands. His face was inches from mine, his smirk ravenous. “You come here, to my home, the place where we first fucked, and you think I don't know what you're looking for?” His breath scorched my ear, teeth brushing the tender skin. “You came back for more of my cock, didn't you?”

My tongue was sluggish, speaking was a struggle. What do I say? Abell had changed our dynamic. After he'd proven he had the guts to fuck me in my wedding dress, in public no less, I knew he had no limits.

I'd always been so tough and high strung. But with him, my body—my mind—wanted to collapse into a black hole. I wanted to give in, let him flood my cells with pleasure until I was blind and deaf to the world.

His hand grabbed my ass through my jeans, squeezing. “Answer me. Did you come here for more of my delicious cock?” Thrusting, he ground his steel-hard erection against me.

My pussy clenched in a helpless response. “No—I mean, not at first.”

It was too hard to look at him. I tried to face away, but he cupped my jaw, forcing me back. “Then why come all the way here?” he asked.

My palm brushed my stomach. “To talk about... what we did.”

His nostrils flared, eyes shining. “We can talk, and we can fuck. Best of both worlds.”

“Wait, we can't!” I lifted my hands; he grabbed my wrists, kissing the sensitive skin on the inner part.

“I want to do it again.” Nuzzling my cheek, he reached down, popping my coat open. “Cumming inside of you was addictive. I need more of that, I want to feel you writhing around, itching for that piece of me.”

I couldn't see past the corner of his tempting mouth. The room spun, Abell tossing me against his bed. The white walls around me were too familiar.

“Abell, listen.” I sat up on my elbows, my heart reverberating as he approached. “What we did at the bridal shop was too risky. There's a chance I'm pregnant, a chance I'm not. We can't be so reckless again, not until...”

Not until I know you're really staying by my side.

He threw his hoodie to the floor, tearing his shirt over his head. “You really think that there's a chance I didn't knock you up?” His running pants hung low, his hipbones commanding my attention. The dragon tattoo stamped over his stomach writhed like it was alive.

Words, how do I make words. “Yeah,” I said. “A chance.”

“Then we'd better fix that.” His deft fingers were already untying the strings around his middle. It took me a minute to grasp his meaning. His pants fell away, leaving him standing there in his tight, form-fitting briefs. He might as well have been naked.

Abell winked at me; his hard-on flexed under the fabric.

I should have walked away.

I should have demanded we talk.

Stepping forward, I gripped his prick and squeezed. Abell bared his teeth, grunting in his throat. “You really want to do this?” I asked, tracing him top to bottom. “We don't need to do it bareback. Actually, I could even...” Before I knew it, I was on my knees.

His fingers wrapped along my scalp like a vice. “I like where your mind is.” Gazing down at me, he inched his briefs down. The top of his cock was exposed.

Abell's natural musk created a suffocating fog in my brain. Tugging the elastic away, I let his dick free into the air. It tapped my nose, bobbing at full mast. Entranced, I just knelt there, fixated on the sight of it.

“I love this view,” he said above me.

Peeking up, I shook myself. Closing my fist around his base, I was struck by how small my hand looked. My thumb couldn't touch my forefinger.

Dragging my grip up his length, I felt him spasm. Holy shit, I thought to myself. If I angle it right, his cock is thick enough to block out my view of his face.

I didn't want to block his face, though. Abell was a dream to look at.

Wetting my lips, I circled the engorged tip. Carefully I slid down; I was choking in a mere second. Above me, Abell hissed with restraint. He loves this. That realization was empowering.

Sucking him, his shaft pulsed along my tongue. I sank further, working at fighting my gag reflex. Gingerly, I explored with my hands, cupping his balls; they flexed at my gentle touch.

The longer I lubed his cock up, the easier the blowjob became. The obscene sound of my lips and tongue suckling at him hung in the air.

He was delicious; better than any sweet I'd ever indulged in.

“Stop, wait,” he gasped. Pulling away quickly, he created a wet pop of suction. “I'd love to cum in your mouth. I would. But I don't want this to be wasted.”

Inching backwards on the bed, he stretched out. I was still kneeling, and from this view, he looked like a king. His cock was arching like a tower, his hand fisting the base, gliding over my slick saliva.

“Ride me,” he growled. “I want to look at the face of my future wife as she loses herself on my cock.”

Jumping to my feet, I scrambled to remove my clothes. He watched languidly, jerking his prick in a comfortable, calm fashion.

My weight settled on the mattress. Throwing one leg over his body, I straddled him. Our pieces lined up, so in sync we could have been made for each other.

Gingerly I pulled myself down on him. That initial penetration still made me gasp. I wasn't a size queen, but fuck, Abell pushed my limits.

Every fraction of movement made him sink deeper inside of me. That magnificent dick was stretching me, on and on until I was holding my breath before I reached the bottom.

Abell grabbed my hips, guiding me down the final inch. I inhaled violently, thrilling at the sensation of being so full. He nudged me, encouraging me to start moving. “You're almost too big,” I groaned.

“Once you start fucking me, you'll adjust,” he whispered.

But he was wrong. It didn't matter how much I ground on him, or how slippery my thighs felt. My pussy would start to relax, and his cock would just swell bigger. It was like he kept expanding, making sure I'd always feel that same head-swimming tension.

It was making me delirious; it was too good, too tight, too hot. I was boiling from my center out, sweat streaming just below my breasts.

“Dammit,” he said under his breath. I looked him in the eye, reading his lips because my brain was too busy being assaulted by pleasure to hear. “You're perfect. Beyond perfect.”