Chapter 41
Sawyer
I wonder how long it will take to get used to seeing the gold band on my finger? Every time it catches the light, I do a double take.
Honestly, I kinda hope that the feeling never fades.
The ring disappears when I dig my hands into the new pillow of dough, then shines as I start rolling out the circle for another pizza.
My movements are becoming habits and I love the repetition of it all.
Val pushes into the kitchen, the swinging door slapping behind her. “Last one of the night.” She holds up the ticket before attaching it to the order board.
Then her palms land on my back hips and she slides them into my pockets. “Then you’re mine.” After a firm squeeze, she disappears into the bar.
I love how she acts as if I wasn’t already completely and totally hers anyways.
We shut the place down for a week so we could have our very own private honeymoon, but that wasn’t nearly enough.
I always want her.
Every time I can make her beautiful body break for me, it’s like a drug. I just want to do it again.
She’s like oxygen, I can’t breathe unless I’m buried between her legs.
After she takes the last pizza, I furiously begin cleaning.
The faster I’m done, the sooner we can head upstairs.
When she reappears, she’s holding a bottle.
“We need a drink for surviving Valentine’s day.” She lifts it high, then twists off the top. “Our first one together, hell our first one married too.” Her wicked smile sends heat directly into my groin.
She saunters closer, threading her fingers over my buckle. “You’re the best rule I ever broke, little boy.”
“I’m glad you did,” I groan, pulling her close enough to crash my lips over hers.
“Do you know what I want?” She cups my zipper, running her thumb up and down the length of it.
“To see how many times I can make you come tonight? I think my record is, um, twelve?” I grin, cupping her ass to snug her belly against my cock.
“Thirteen. It’s a lucky number now for me.” Her throaty laugh makes my nuts tingle. “I’ve been having these dreams of you putting your pepperoni in my oven to make a little pizza.”
“Have you already been drinking?” I chuckle.
“Maybe a tiny bit.” She holds her fingers up with a fraction of an inch between them.
My palms work down her sides to lift the hem of her shirt, then smooth up her hot skin to find the clasp of her bra. “If you wanted me to put a baby in my wife, all you had to do was ask.”
She purrs against me. “I like it when you say it that way.” Setting the bottle on the table, she moves to my belt, freeing my hard-on to stroke it with her cool fingers.
Her touch makes me gasp. “Wife,” I growl, just to watch her eyes shine.
“Remember how hard you came that night I fucked you?” Her breath comes rapidly. “I want that while you’re inside of me.”
“I come that hard every time I’m inside of you.” I tug her shirt over her head to free her magnificent nipples.
Pinching one, I bend to suckle the other between my teeth.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, digging her nails into my scalp. “No, you don’t. It was magical watching you.”
I know she’s right.
Even when she uses her fingers, it’s more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced.
Like I’m exploding from the inside, out.
Dropping to my knees, I lower her leggings to lift one of her supple thighs over my shoulder.
When my tongue finds her taut clit, she arches her back, reaching for the prep table for support.
“What about this?” Her words are broken with pants until I pause and look up.
“A pizza cutter? I don’t think so.” I bury my mouth back against her wet pussy, then sink in two fingers.
Just how she likes it.
“Look at the handle,” she gasps.
I stop again to glance.
It’s rounded at the end, tapering to a wide flare before it turns into a cutting utensil.
“I don’t want that near my balls or we’ll never have kids.” Busying myself with her sopping clit, I’m glad to hear her breathy moans transforming into the whimpering sounds she makes when she’s getting close to shattering.
When she cries out, clinging to my head, my cock leaks against the cold floor.
Fuck she’s beautiful.
She’s mine.
Tugging me away by my hair, she smiles down. “Trust me. I like your testicles. I want them to stay in place.” She bends, kissing my mouth. “If it works, I’ll buy you a vibrating butt plug for next time.”
Why does that turn me on?
“Okay.” I can’t say no to her, ever.
I think she knows this.
“Stand up.” She steps back and pulls the bottle of olive oil from the shelf. “Hands on the table.”
I love it when she’s in control.
But I’m nervous this time.
It isn’t as strange when she rubs her slick palms up and down my hips, then strokes my aching cock from behind.
My head drops to my forearms when she pushes her fingers in.
“Shit,” I hiss. “I’m gonna come just from that.”
“Not yet.” The smack of her hand on my hip jerks me back from the brink, startling a groan out of me.
Then I feel the hard pressure as she starts to work the wooden handle against me.
“That’s my good boy,” she murmurs, pushing it deeper with each little stroke.
Cold sweat pops up when she tilts it to rub on the back of my prostate.
“God, Val. I can’t—” A shudder works through me as I struggle not to lose control.
“Fuck me, Sawyer.” She moves against the table, bending to stick her ass in the air. “Come for me so hard you scream.”
I’m already so close, when I sink into her tight pussy, I let out a low gasp.
My fingers dive to her clit.
I need her to ride this crazy train with me.
“Give me one,” I beg her.
The sensation is too much. As her body begins to clench around me, every time my legs twitch, the handle hits that spot inside that feels like a firehose ready to blow.
“Sawyer!” She gyrates against me, thrusting me deeper until her inner muscles begin to contract, squeezing the last bit of resolve I had.
When the round cutter vibrates from her rapid movements, it catapults me into a geyser, spraying her womb with what feels like gallons of burning cum.
I’m a withered husk, erupting the final droplets with shivers that verge on pain.
It does hurt as my nuts still try to spasm from the empty reservoir.
All of the strength tries to leave me.
Pulling out of her spills seed down her thighs.
With one hand, I pull out the evil tool, tossing it directly into the soapy water of the sink.
The other scoops the leaking lines to push it inside her dripping pussy.
“Hold this for me,” I grunt, bracing myself against her sweaty back. “I’m gonna go die in the corner now.”
“I know what I’m buying you for your birthday now.” She holds us both until my legs regain some of their stability. “Because I knew you’d like it.”
“You were right.” I grin at her. “That was definitely intense.”
She knots her hand in my shirt, pulling me closer. “I like it when you come so hard, you scream like that.” Her tongue runs over her lower lip as she looks at me with a feral glint in her gaze.
My wife, may be the death of me.
What a glorious way to go.