47. Jude #3
“What is it, Baby?” he asks, climbing over my body and holding himself above me with one braced, bulging bicep. He slides his fingers past my parted lips so that I suck my juices off them.
“Mm,” I moan.
His pupils flare. “You like that, my dirty little wife? You like the way you taste? Because I do. I can’t get enough of you all over my face.”
He replaces his fingers with his tongue as he captures my mouth in a searing kiss. The flickering candle casts dancing light over his handsome face as he tugs his bow tie loose.
“I need to be inside you.” His eyes darken and drop to my nipples, poking through my dress like they’re trying to break free.
“I need you inside me,” I pant.
We hold one another’s eyes as we tear at our clothes, the urge to be naked together taking over everything else.
Slade slams over the top of me, his chest heaving as we’re finally skin to skin. He grabs my leg, hoisting it up around his hip, and pushes inside me with one deep thrust.
“Oh fuck!” My eyes roll as he forces my body to stretch around him.
“So beautiful,” he rasps, bending to suck one nipple before he straightens up and fucks into me without mercy.
I’m a bundle of energy, coiling and writhing beneath him as he fills my body with rough, possessive thrusts. He grunts as he bottoms out inside me, his balls hitting my skin.
“You’re so deep,” I gasp, thrusting up to meet him on the next drive of his hips, desperate for more.
He moves back, lifting each of my legs over his shoulders, before leaning back over me. My ass lifts from the mattress and I fold beneath him.
“Mine,” he growls, surging forward and stretching my pussy lips with his thick cock until I look like I’m splitting around him.
“Slade,” I mewl, gripping onto his forearms as he fucks into me like a man possessed.
He holds my eyes, a fire burning in his. “My Saint Jude,” he rasps, slamming in again. “All fucking mine, Baby.”
The veins in his arms thicken, pumping blood to his muscles as he puts all of his strength into fucking me so hard that my legs are going to be jelly for our whole first year of marriage.
His piercings rub inside me, making heat build at the base of my spine.
“So close,” I whimper, knowing what’s about to happen.
“Do it.”
I gaze at him, unable to tear my eyes away as I’m torn into pieces beneath him, shuddering through an orgasm so strong I lose control and half sob, half gasp as a gush of wetness floods his cock.
“Oh, Baby,” he grunts in awe, fucking me deeper and making our wet skin slap together. “I love when you cover me in your cum.” With a dark gleam in his blue eyes, he jerks his chin up. “You ready to take your husband’s load?”
I’ve never heard him call it that, but something about the filthy way it sounds has me clenching around him.
“Jesus, fuck.” His jaw clenches. “You’re going to milk me goddamn dry, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I beg. “Yes, please.”
He curls a hand around my neck and brings his lips to mine.
“Such a good girl.”
He grunts, his chest expanding above me, as he covers me with his body like I’m his to protect.
“Jude,” he groans, low and deep as his cock swells inside me and he wedges it in deeper. “Fuck… Jude…”
He rolls his hips, unloading inside me with deep, husky grunts. I wish there was a mirror above us because I know the sight of his muscular ass clenching as he comes inside me, would be one I’d want to burn into my memory forever.
Slade coming is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life. His pupils flare, and his teeth clench when the first wave hits him. And it’s the later waves that have him sinking his perfect white teeth into his sinful lower lip like he is now, staring at me with heavy lids.
But it’s the sounds too. The rich, gravelly grunts and groans as he loses control and spills violently inside me, that then melt into soft growls and whispers of my name as he pulses out the final drops.
Until I have all of him.
“I love you.” He rests his forehead against mine, a satiated smile spreading on his lips before he kisses me.
“I love you,” I breathe, wriggling a little beneath him, greedy to feel the final twitches of his spent cock inside me.
“Baby,” he murmurs, easing up onto one elbow to gaze at me.
I trace over his face, admiring every perfect angle of him. Then I drop my gaze to his chest, lifting my hand to place over his heart.
I freeze.
“What’s that?”
He smiles with a smoldering passion that makes me tingle all over.
“What’s it look like?”
I run my finger over the new ink that’s been added inside the ‘B’ on his tattoo.
“It looks like you had my name and social security number tattooed on you.”
He drops his eyes to his pec. “Yeah, does look like that, doesn’t it?”
I poke him, and he lifts his glittering eyes to my face. “I’m never getting separated from you again, Jude,” he says, his voice suddenly serious. “I’m going to make sure we can always find each other, no matter what.”
My vision blurs. “I like the sound of that.”
“There’s no mistaking who my heart belongs to.” Slade’s gaze softens and he strokes my hair, his own bathed in soft light from the lone candle. It lights him up with a golden glow.
A man with a golden soul.
And this time, the only shadows are the ones behind him.