Chapter 7 #2
“Hardly covered,” I protested, but I refused to admit to succumbing to a potato attack. I didn’t doubt she’d find out eventually, but that was a conversation for another day. “Anyway, I’m going to look at trees. Does it matter?”
“I never saw you as a manual labor kind of guy, Aidan.” She tapped a manicured fingernail against her bottom lip. “I like it.”
A laugh escaped me as I hit the button for the parking garage. “Of course you do, little one.”
“Hey! I mean it!”
“I bet.” I snagged her hand and used it to drag her out of the elevator once the doors opened. “Come on. The lot agreed to stay open past five for us.”
“What?! We’re going now? Wait, is this my gift?”
“No. Later.” I dipped my chin at Lucas and Cade when they approached me in the foyer. “All set?”
“Yes.”
Savannah’s eyes widened, but she greeted, “Hi, boys!”
Lucas smiled. “Hey, Savannah.”
Cade waved.
Well aware the rest of my crew had spread out for this five-minute walk around the block, I took my wife to the lot and watched as she waded through the trees.
Because this was Savannah, of course she had opinions and a knowledge base to back it up.
After I endured a speech about why the Fraser was superior to the balsam, I pointed at the twelve-footer. “Which is this one?”
“Fraser.”
“Fine, that one, then.”
Savannah tutted. “We should inspect it first.” She didn’t wait for an answer, just bustled off, and I watched her fluff and prod and do only God knew what to the poor tree.
Twenty minutes later, we were back in our building and heading up to our apartment with a promise the tree would be with us later that evening.
“This is for you.”
When I retrieved the leather-bound journal from my pocket, her eyes narrowed then practically zoomed in on the “1984” embossed in gold onto the front cover.
“Is that what I think it is?”
“Da apparently kept a journal. Most of them, he tossed out, but this one, he didn’t. Ma found it when she was hunting for decorations in her storage container. She gave it to me and, well, I figured you’d like it.”
I didn’t mention that I’d dragged Ma to said storage container after my conversation with Brennan and Camille while my crew worked on encouraging the seasonal lot that sold Christmas trees to remain open for us alone.
She snatched the journal from me, gaped at it, at me, at it, at me, then she squealed.
She squealed so fucking loud, I was pretty sure she hadn’t come that loud.
Ever. Then she was dotting kisses onto my face and she carried on squealing, “I have the best fucking husband in the world! Oh, my god, this is the best gift you’ve ever given me! ”
What could I say?
My mob-obsessed wife was fucking weird.
Not long after that declaration, her mouth collided with mine.
As her tongue thrust between my lips, I wasn’t altogether surprised that she moaned at my hiss. Brennan’s ring had snagged my bottom lip when he’d jabbed me, but her tongue swathed over it, even prodded the tear because she was a kinky little shit.
Then, when I thrust my tongue back against hers, she yanked on my sweater, tugging on it and pulling at it as she struggled to drag it over my chest, ignoring the fact I still wore my coat. Her fingers finally found my abdomen and she groaned as she hit paydirt—my belt buckle.
Evading it, she dipped lower and unfastened my zipper. Before I knew it, she was sliding to her knees.
“Savannah,” I rumbled.
She peered at me, pupils gluttonously wide, all the while shaping my cock, stroking it until I had to grit my teeth. “What?!”
“Never change.”
Her lashes fluttered. “Don’t worry, babe, I won’t.”
I hissed the second her tongue lashed the tip of my cock, tracing every part of it until I had to grab her hair, twine it around my wrist, and tug her head back. “Play. Nice.”
She pouted, which was a fucking sight to behold because she did so around my dick, but then she sank farther down my length, sucking and laving the back of my shaft with little flickers that had the muscles in my thighs bunching as she tortured me.
So, this was how she’d get back at me.
I’d have closed my eyes if seeing her watching me didn’t turn me the fuck on. She blew me like the pro she was—she’d learned every single thing that messed with my head and used it against me.
I could feel it. The torment growing, building, just waiting for me to explode.
For me to cave into what she wanted—for me to pin her down and fuck her.
My nostrils flared as she whispered her tongue tip over the base of my shaft now that she’d worked her way down. Then, she swallowed.
And that was it.
I couldn’t fucking take another second more.
And there was no way I’d waste my seed on her mouth. Hell, no.
She groaned when I used my hold on her hair to pull her head back. Her lips, sore and red and wet, caught my eye as I loomed over her and pressed my mouth to hers. I captured her tongue and, unlike before, I took the lead.
I felt her submitting to me.
That such a woman, so fucking strong and powerful and independent, did that, always made me so incredibly grateful.
It bewildered me too.
That she hadn’t thrown my ass to the curb already was a miracle in itself.
As I fucked her mouth, I dragged on the lapels of her coat and forced it down her shoulders. Once she was free, I grabbed a hold of her hands, pinned them behind her back, then pulled away.
She gasped. “Aidan!”
Still cuffing her wrists with one hand, I hit the elevator button to release us onto our floor. Snagging her coat with my foot, I kicked it into the hall as I ordered, “Walk forward, Savannah. Slowly.”
Of course, she disobeyed.
She darted forward until she yelped as I dragged her back against me via her cuffed wrists. “Get on your knees, little one.”
Her hands wriggled in my hold, but I didn’t let up, just watched as she lowered herself, awkwardly, to her knees. Once there, I released them, then withdrew one of my knives.
From behind, I pulled on the collar of her sweater dress and nicked it with the blade before cutting it from her body. When it sagged around her arms in a limp puddle, I heard her panting breaths.
“Oh, my god.” She whimpered as I sliced the sleeves off too, then cut her out of her bra and panties.
Now that she was naked in our front hall, I rasped, “Stay there,” and stepped away from her.
“Aidan,” she mewled, then her eyes widened when she saw where I was standing, dick in hand.
“Crawl to me, little one.”
Her tits heaved at the command, but she obeyed. Of course she did. Savannah fucking loved it when I took charge of her chaos.
The writhing of her body drove me insane. Her curves arched and angled as she shuffled toward me. When I saw the glimpse of pain in her expression, I figured her knees hurt. But like she knew I was on the brink of ending this whole thing, she scurried faster toward me.
Lips pursed, I retreated another single step and opened the door.
She peeked through the doorway like she hadn’t seen it in a lifetime—and not just this morning.
Her lashes fluttered. “Aidan?”
“We’re going to break this bed so you can never sleep in it again, Savannah,” I told her calmly.
Her eyes widened, then she screeched as I snagged her by the waist and hauled her bodily into my arms.
When I dropped her onto the bed, the mattress and unmade covers fluttered, but I ignored them as I finally got a hold on her tits. Squeezing them until she squealed, I growled, “Do you want to break this bed with me, little one?”
“Please.”
“Get on your knees again.”
She swallowed. “Okay.”
“Spread them wider,” I ordered until I could watch her slit pulsing. “Look at that little cunt. So fucking hungry for my cock. For what only I can give you.”
“Yes, Aidan. Only you,” she sobbed.
“So fucking desperate for your husband’s cock, aren’t you?”
Her breathing hiccupped. “Yesss.”
I dropped to my knees, grateful as always that my rehabilitated injury held up under the strain, and I leaned down and sucked a part of her ass cheek into my mouth.
When I bit it, she squirmed, then hissed when I sucked it again.
Another bite. Another suck. Another bite.
Another suck. Then, I combined the moves until she bucked into me, moaning, “Aidan, please, please, please.”
“I love those words coming out of your mouth,” I rumbled, eying the hickey on her ass with satisfaction.
Spearing her with my thumbs, I watched her back arch as she shrieked in surprise. Then, of course, she rode them—my cheeky wife.
“You’re used to bigger than that, little one.”
“If you won’t give me what I need, then I’ll take it—”
I didn’t let her finish that sentence.
I freed my thumbs, straightened up, snagged a hold of my cock, then stroked it over her slit.
Her keening moan imprinted itself on my senses as I thrust into her. Fast. Hard. I took a second to watch her cunt collapse around me, her pussy lips twitching and shimmying as she accepted my girth.
Then, I sucked my thumb into my mouth. It tasted of her and a sweetness that not even my favorite brownie could compete with. Cleaning it off wasn’t my intention, just lubing it up.
I pressed it to the pucker of her ass and thrust that into her too, then pushed down so that every time I sank back into her, my cock and thumb met.
She twitched at the sensation and her arms collapsed from under her.
“Savvie?” I demanded in concern, pausing my actions to check in with her.
“Don’t stop,” she whined, fingers scrabbling from underneath as she rubbed her clit. “Please.”
Shaking my head at her craziness, I took in the sight of her, that sinful curve to her back as I fucked her until she breathed my name, until her cunt trembled around me, until her muscles quaked with the intensity of what I alone could make her feel.
I persevered, fucking her harder to combat her orgasm, enjoying her keening wails of pleasure.
And then, I pulled out.
When she shrieked my name, I dragged the small bottle from my pocket, relieved by my own forethought even though this evening could have ended in disaster, and I poured it on her asshole, then thrust my cock into her ass.
A single pump later, I filled that tight channel overfull, and she screamed.
I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to come too, ignoring the need to explode so soon. But she surged into action, fucking herself on my cock, clenching down around me until I thought I’d go insane, and all the while, she pleaded:
“Oh, god, Aidan. Please. I need your cum. Fuck me. That’s it. Fill my ass, please. God, I need you. Fuck me. Harder. Please. You’re so big. Oh, fuck. Fuck!”
And because I’d made her a promise, I gave her what she asked for. Faster, faster. She tore at the sheets, ripping them from the corners, dragging at the comforter until I heard the renting of fabric.
With my feet firmly on the floor, fucking her into the mattress was easy until, finally, I pounded into her hard enough for the legs of the bed to creak and groan.
To that soundtrack, I exploded into her.
Grunting, I pumped until my balls were empty. Until she sucked me fucking dry. I carried on until my cum came back to meet me, until it bubbled up at our joining and she was a sniffling, whimpering mess that trembled around my cock.
Then I reached around to rub her clit until she soared again.
I groaned in agony at the exquisite tightness of her asshole but forced my eyes wide open so I could absorb the sight of my powerful wife on her knees for me, my seed spilling out of her, ruined and yet never more beautiful to me than at this moment…
My cock pulsed a final time as I retreated, but when I clambered onto the mattress, I heard a second ominous creak.
I ignored it.
“Just hold it there, baby,” I urged before I sank back onto the mattress, encouraging her to find shelter in the nook of my throat as I let her come back to me, her small form flopping on top of me like her muscles no longer worked.
It was, however, much too much for the bed.
With a final creak and a yelp from her, we plummeted two feet to the floor.
When I felt her delighted giggle tickle the side of my throat, laughter burst from me too.
“You always keep your promises,” she pealed off.
In comparison to the misery of this morning, the sudden relief of her being in my arms, in this fucking bed, and laughing—Jesus, I was so goddamn happy.
Still chuckling God only knew how long later, she wiggled then stretched, her legs shooting straight out as she pointed her toes. Then, she turned to me with gleaming eyes. “You’ve given me quite the task, you know?”
“What do you mean?”
“How is my Christmas gift supposed to compare to this?”
Further confirmation she was fucking crazy.
Still, I shook my head and smirked at her. “Baby, don’t you know, you’re all the gift I can handle?”
Her smile illuminated the guest bedroom that I’d decided I needed to erase from existence last night while I’d been alone in our super king, and, of course, like the wisest of men, I had to taste it…