37. Slade #2
“You were going to marry another man in these, Jude.” I tsk, running the tip of one finger down the wet line in her panties. She jerks, arching from the bed, chasing my touch as I withdraw it. “That’s fucking unacceptable,” I say in a calm voice.
She whimpers. “I’m sorry.”
“I know you are, Baby.”
I run a hand up her thigh with a firm grip, getting all the way to the apex of her thighs. She sucks in a breath as I pause, tilting my head to admire her. Slowly, I slide a thumb up and down the edge of the lace, toying with it.
“Please,” Jude whines, her thighs trembling.
“You’ll get my cock, Baby. Don’t worry. But you have to wait a little longer, okay? Can you be patient for me?”
She wilts against the mattress. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
I press into her skin with the pad of my thumb, pulling it outward. One glistening pussy lip slips free of the lace before the fabric settles against her slit.
“Such a good girl,” I say, lowering to kiss the exposed skin.
She convulses, both hands shooting to my hair to hold my head between her thighs. I bite down my groan as my dick throbs. She’s so turned on I could blow air on her and make her come.
But where’s the fun in that?
Repeating the move on the other side, I kiss that exposed strip of silky flesh, then inhale deeply, filling my head with her scent.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
She wriggles, arching her pussy up toward me. I retreat an inch so she doesn’t get my mouth on her, and she drops back to the bed with a frustrated huff.
“I don’t want to rush this, Baby. I want every memory you have when you look at this dress from now on to be of me. And only me. I want you to look at it and know you’re enough, and that there’s a man who would tear his own heart out and make you eat it if you’re about to starve to death.”
“That’s gross but so hot,” Jude pants, writhing like she’s trying to reach my words in the air and use them as friction to make herself come.
Turning my attention back to her panties, I slowly lick the fabric, dragging my tongue from her asshole to her clit. She curses softly, so I do it again, this time pressing my tongue against her harder so it spills over either side of the fabric and swipes her skin.
“You want to come on my cock, Baby?”
“Yes,” she mewls, chasing my mouth with her pussy.
“You’re going to have to wait.”
She sags against the mattress, letting out a small cry.
“I want you to come on my face first. Fill my mouth with this pretty little cunt’s juices. It’s been days since I had them running down my chin.”
I hook the soaked strip of fabric to one side, exposing her swollen clit.
The temptation to tear them is almost too strong.
But then I’d only get to fuck her once in the panties meant for that asshole ex of hers.
And despite only just getting started, I like the idea of ruining her in them.
Again and again. Until she can’t even remember the fucker’s name, let alone that she was going to marry someone who isn’t me.
I surge forward, capturing her clit in a determined suck. Thoughts of her being mine, wearing something like this for me, being my fucking wife, assault me, and I take it out on her cunt, pushing two fingers inside her to her special spot, and tonguing and lapping at her clit with a hungry groan.
“Oh my God! Slade!”
She comes so fast I’m not ready for it. Her wetness sprays out around my fingers, splashing my chin and neck.
“Fuck yeah.” I slide my mouth lower, sucking around the base of my fingers, gathering up every drop I can find as I position my thumb to stroke her clit.
“You got any more cum for me, Baby?” I ask, massaging her G-spot.
She shudders, her pussy convulsing and pushing out another wave around my fingers. “Good girl,” I groan, lapping it up.
“I can’t… oh fuck, it’s too much…”
I ease the pressure off her clit and let her catch her breath.
Her eyelashes are fluttering, and her cheeks are a pretty pink as I rise to my knees and sink my cock inside her with a curse.
“Slade,” she whimpers, her eyes popping open.
I hold her thighs wide inside my hands and pump my hips, pulling back, then sinking inside her tight wet heat again.
“I love you,” I tell her, sucking in a breath as she clamps down on me at my words. “I fucking love you, Jude,” I say again, my eyes threatening to roll as her body reacts in the same way again, only harder.
“I love you too,” she says, her chest heaving.
I fuck her with a steady pace, keeping my eyes pinned on hers. She really is like an angel beneath me.
My own Saint Jude.
My thrusts get harder, deeper, and I grunt with the effort as I fuck her into the mattress, never breaking eye contact. She takes every inch of my cock like a goddamn dream, clenching around it and mewling out my name over and over again.
The muscles in my ass cheeks tense and my balls draw tight.
“New York City,” I drawl.
She clenches my cock hard. “Yes, Cowboy?”
“You ready to come on my fucking cock?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Good girl.”
I dip my chin and spit, watching it land on her spread pussy that I’m splitting in half. I press my thumb into it, spreading it around where she’s taking me so well. Then I rub her clit.
“Fuck, yes!”
Jude comes with an ear-splitting scream, strangling my cock with pulsing ripples.
I keep my pace, fucking her through every contraction of her muscles, each one hugging my cock.
My base thickens and sweat pricks along my hairline as I hold my orgasm back, needing to wring everything out of her first.
She keeps coming, her cheeks flushed, lips parted, and eyes holding mine.
Not coming inside her becomes virtually impossible, but I grit my teeth, pulling every muscle tight as I fight to hold it back.
“Slade,” she finally moans, her body loosening around me as her orgasm releases its hold on her.
I pull out from inside her, my eyes dropping to the sheen of her juices coating me.
I brace one hand on the mattress and practically fall onto it with desperation as I aim my cock where I need it to be.
Jude’s eyes widen as my abs go rigid.
“Fuck, Baby,” I groan, my chin jutting forward full of smug arrogance as she gasps, her attention exactly where I want it.
On that first spurt of thick white cum as it fires from my slit.