SO TEMPTED TO TOUCH: Erotica short stories.

Prt 2

Blake.

Dane's pace turned hardcore. Deep, claiming thrusts that sent shockwaves of pleasure and heat tearing through my body. My thighs trembled, my spine arched as he f****d me into the mattress like I belonged there — like I belonged to him. And I did.

"Look at you," Dane groaned, eyes burning into mine, his c0ck pounding deep inside me. "Still tight… still mine."

His words punched the air from my lungs.

I was supposed to hate this — to hate him — but my body betrayed me completely. I was c0ck-drunk, my vision hazy with need, my hole stretched and stuffed full, my c0ck throbbing between us, leaking precum across my stomach.

Dane's hand slid down, wrapping around me in a firm, merciless grip. He pumped me in time with his thrusts, dragging me closer and closer to the edge.

"You kept thinking about it, didn't you?" His voice was a low snarl, rough with lust.

“ Yes—” I moaned.

"Our kiss… what we started." His hips slammed forward, grinding deep.

"And now you're gonna come on my c0ck… let me fill you up… like you were always meant to."

I whimpered, helpless beneath him, my body shattering as I came hard, spilling across my stomach, my muscles clenching tight around him.

Dane's rhythm faltered. His grip on my hips tightened, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he groaned.

He thrust deep one last time, holding himself there as he came inside me, filling me with warmth and heat, claiming me completely.

We stayed like that, breathing hard, his weight heavy on me, his c0ck still buried deep.

His lips brushed my ear, voice rough but quieter now.

"Told you… you’re not going anywhere this time."

I bit my lip, my body still trembling, my mind spinning, but one truth settled deep in my chest.

I didn’t want to.

~~~~~

My palms were sweating. My heartbeat thundered so hard in my ears I could barely hear the music playing.

For a second, I thought I was going to throw up.

It was ridiculous — I wasn't new to nerves. I'd pitched to boardrooms full of people. I'd survived job interviews, presentations, even awkward family dinners with Jane's judgmental relatives.

But this?

This was different.

Because I wasn't walking down the aisle toward Jane.

I was walking toward him.

Dane. The love of my life.

The man who flipped my entire life inside out. Who stole my breath, my sanity… and my heart.

I smoothed my jacket, my fingers trembling slightly as I took that first step down the aisle. The world blurred around me — the flowers, the whispers, the sea of faces — none of it mattered.

Because at the end of the aisle, standing there in a tailored black suit that fit his broad frame like a god, was Dane.

His dark eyes locked onto me, sharp and possessive as ever. That familiar smirk curled at the corner of his lips — the one that said you’re mine now… and forever.

My chest tightened. I still remembered that first kiss back at the camp — the way he destroyed me with just a glance. I remembered the night at his suite, the way he claimed me so completely, every filthy word, every raw desperate moan…

And now?

He was my husband. My forever.

As I reached him, Dane's hand slid into mine, warm and steady— grounding me.

"Still nervous, Cutie?" he whispered, low enough for only me to hear.

I swallowed, my voice catching in my throat as I managed to whisper back, "A little."

His fingers squeezed mine. His thumb brushed over my knuckles in a slow, possessive stroke.

"Good," he murmured, leaning in just enough to graze his lips near my ear.

"Means you know exactly what you're signing up for."

My cheeks flushed, but I couldn't help the smile that curled at my lips.

Because for the first time… I wasn't afraid.

I was exactly where I was meant to be.

And as the officiant began to speak, as Dane's eyes never left mine, I realized something else.

This?

This wasn't just a wedding.

It was a dream come true.

The beginning of everything I'd ever wanted… and everything I never dared to believe I could have.

~~~~~

The hotel suite was quiet, save for the soft tapping of keys and the faint hum of the city lights outside.

Our wedding rings still felt foreign on my finger.

My husband.

The word pulsed through me like a drug every time I looked at him.

Dane sat at the desk, shirt half unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, typing on his laptop like it was any ordinary night — like he hadn’t just made me his for life in front of everyone we knew.

But it wasn’t any ordinary night.

It was our wedding night.

And I couldn’t wait.

I slipped off the bed, padded across the room, dropping to my knees between his legs.

Dane didn’t flinch. He kept typing, though the corner of his mouth curved slightly.

“ Go ahead, Cutie.” He muttered, eyes still on the screen.

I palmed his c0ck through his slacks, feeling him harden instantly under my touch.

His fingers paused over the keyboard for a moment as I undid his fly, pulling him free — already leaking for me.

I licked along the head, his D head twitched against my tongue.

Dane groaned, low and rough, but his fingers returned to the keys. “Keep going,” he rasped, his voice tight with control.

“Keep typing, no stopping.” I replied.

I sucked him deeper, my lips wrapping around his shaft, my tongue swirling along the underside. The weight of his c0ck filled my mouth, the familiar stretch making my eyes flutter shut.

God, I’d never get enough of this.

Of him.

Of us.

I pulled off with a wet pop, panting softly, looking up at him — completely pleased by my bj.

“You know…” I whispered, my lips brushing the tip of his c0ck, “…I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

Dane’s eyes finally left the screen.

His hand slid into my hair, tugging me close, forcing his c0ck back in

to my mouth with slow, possessive force.

“Good,” he muttered, voice rough with pride.

“Because now… you never have to.”

~The End~