24. Chapter 23 Soren
“So, you’re my husband.” Gin’s words are soft, timid, and knowing she’s mine makes me hot everywhere. I use two fingers to pull at my tie, loosening it until it falls at our feet in the back of the limo.
Having to stare at her the entire night was torture when all I could think about was touching her delicious curves.
“The one and only.” I lift her hand and kiss above her knuckles.
Her lips twitch into a grin. Looking at her mouth reminds me of everything I want her to do with it.
I pull her into my lap, a small squeak escaping those fuckable lips while her arm comes around my neck. My cock hardens further, making it uncomfortable to sit, but I don’t dare move. I like her this way. Our lips are inches apart and I can’t decide if I want to kiss her now or later, because if I start now, I won’t stop, and she deserves better than the back of a car on her wedding night.
Her fingers play with the back of my hair. This is a mistake. I’m not going to have enough control to keep my hands to myself. An electrical charge as strong as lightning crashes into my stomach. It’s the way she’s gazing at me that takes my breath away. Her emerald eyes twinkle and I wonder if she knows what she does to me. Ginevra has always been tempting, but now that she’s mine, I’m holding on by a tether.
I watch her move in slowly, and I remain frozen. She presses her lips against mine and I lose all focus on trying to be a gentleman. A pleasant shiver thunders through my body and I lift her up so her legs are straddling me while deepening the kiss.
A groan slips out when she opens her mouth, and her tongue slides between my lips.
“We’re here, Sir,” my driver announces, causing us both to stop kissing, but our lips stay attached.
My hand searches for the car door and I open it. Painfully, I remove my lips from hers. “Remind me to fire you tomorrow,” I grumble to my driver. I don’t use him often, but enough that he knows my personality.
“I’ll accept a bonus as a thank you in the morning,” he replies, not put out by my sour comment.
We step out in front of the most luxurious hotel in the city. It towers over us, and I can’t wait to show her the penthouse suite. “This is for you,” I whisper in her ear. “I know I may not have been able to give you your dream wedding, but this suite, this night, is all yours.”
I lead her up to the penthouse, knowing my brothers have already checked us in. She’s quiet in the elevator, but continues to sneak glances up at me. My heart flutters, something it never has done in the past.
“You keep looking at me like that and I’m going to fuck you in this elevator,” I growl, gruffly.
She giggles, her eyes twinkling. Fucking hell. “Take off your panties.” Her eyes grow wide.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Her face heats instantly. I love the way she blushes, it’s so damn innocent and beautiful.
“What if I’m not wearing any?”
I put my knuckle in my mouth, biting down. She isn’t trying to be sexy and alluring, and she knocks it out of the ballpark.
Our private elevator stops and opens to our room. Downtown Chicago glows outside the wall of windows. The view is breathtaking.
“This room is huge!” she exclaims, turning to take it all in.
“Only the best for my wife.”
I walk up to her, pulling her in, and she kisses my neck, her hot, wet tongue slipping out to taste me.
“Do that again.” Like a good girl, she does as I command. She smells so fucking good, and I love how she is trying to take charge. I’ll allow it for now.
“I’ve never been with a man before,” she says, and the words jolt straight to my dick, making it throb with pain.
I walk faster and I can feel her lips spread out into a smile. I turn her and my fingers slide down her warm, smooth skin to her zipper. My fingers linger just above it as I take the moment in. Ginevra Moretti is now my wife, and about to be naked in front of me. Slowly, taking my time, I undo it, and the dress falls into a pile around her feet.
She turns, looking like an angel. She’s wearing sheer white lingerie with stockings and panties. I tsk. “White panties? I thought you weren’t wearing any?” Her curved ass is highlighted by her thong, the one she said she wasn’t wearing.
“I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.” She smiles. “What do you think?”
My eyes look her up and down, not being able to get enough of her, and I walk around her, in admiration of what is mine. Her hair is still perfectly in place, up off her shoulders in some fancy updo. I can’t wait to mess it up.
“I think you are every man’s wet dream. I’ll be the envy of everyone with a wife like you on my arm. Even the other wives are going to be jealous of you.”
I step in to kiss her but she steps back, playing coy. “What’s the rush?” She tries to innocently look at me but I can see her eyes shine, knowing she’s driving me crazy. Her tits are pushed up and her pink nipples show through her sheer bra.
“I don’t want to waste another moment where anyone can say you’re not a hundred percent mine.” I look down at her and wish her breasts were already bare to me.
I bend down, slipping off her shoes, kissing my way up her leg. “I’m not spending an hour getting you undressed. I need to taste and feel you now.” I lick her pussy over her panties and find they’re already soaked for me.
My fingers trail over her calves toward her inner thighs before unclipping the garter and rolling her stockings down. I hook my fingers into her panties to pull them down. Her pussy is bared to me and I give it a small kiss before drawing the miniscule garment to her ankles and removing it completely.
“Now you have no panties,” I mumble, remembering her lie in the elevator. Maybe she did know she was being alluring. “You’re a naughty girl for lying.”
She steps out of her stockings and I stand back up, admiring the canvas I get to feast on.
I slip off my suit jacket, going to the bar cart. “Drink?” I ask.
She shakes her head and I pour myself a thimble worth. I toss the drink back and walk over to her. She steps into my kiss and the moment she opens her mouth to mine, I share the drink. She purrs innocently, making my cock turn to steel. It hurts, it’s so fucking hard. I take her hand and place it over my pants. “This is what you do to me.”
I undo my shirt one button at a time, keeping my eyes on her. Her eyes grow larger when I take it off, baring my chest to her. I undo my belt and her eyes fly to my pants. Taking my time, I undo my zipper and slide my trousers off. Her eyes stay on my hard cock.
I reward her with a deep kiss before turning her around and pushing her against the bed. My one hand undoes her bra before she falls onto the bed, landing on her back. I slip my boxers off, enjoying the moment of being the center of attention.
Power and desire throb through my veins as I admire her naked body sprawled across the mattress. She’s gazing at me like I’m her white knight in shining armour. No one has looked at me like that before. My heart cracks fully for her. She has the power to destroy me. She is far more dangerous than any enemy and I don’t care. She can do whatever she wants to my heart because it’s hers, consequences be damned.
“Are you turned on, wife?” Each time I call her my wife, her face lights up. Gin nods at my question. “Spread your knees and show me.”
Her knees move an inch. “Farther apart.” She moves a little more. “More.”
She shows me her perfect, glistening pussy, all wet because of me. I drag my eyes up to hers and heat explodes behind her big green emeralds.
“Like this?” she breathes heavily.
Every nerve jolts and feels like it’s on fire. I close the distance between us and crawl onto the bed. Her breath catches in her throat as a single finger trails from her foot, up her thigh, over her belly button, and circles her breast.
My forefinger and thumb pinch at her puckered nipple. “I’m fucking you without a condom on.” I want a baby in her as quickly as possible.
Teasing her, I slip my cock between her folds, her glistening need covering my shaft. She hums with appreciation, and I guide my dick to her entrance. I torture myself by going in and out with just the tip, trying to make this pleasurable for her.
My other hand slips between us and I place my thumb over her clit, massaging it with each of my motions. Her breaths become short and choppy. She’s so close. Like she had done to me, I kiss her neck, making my way to her earlobe, which I lick. Her hips buck against me before she’s crying out my name. At the same moment, I push all the way into her.
Her moan turns into a muffled, pained cry, and I still, allowing her to adjust to me.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” She feels magnificent. Her tight pussy grips my cock like a vice. It takes everything in me not to come in her this instant.
She shakes her head no and bites down on her bottom lip. With a measured control I didn’t know I was capable of until this moment, I slowly pull out an inch before pushing back in and capturing her mouth with mine.
She kisses me back fervently. Her body is tense, and I take my time making her feel good before moving faster. “Soren, stop treating me like a glass doll. Fuck me like a husband would.”
“Fuck, I love you,” I confess. She has stolen my mind, heart, and soul.
That’s all it takes for me to come undone. I grab a fistful of hair before I slam inside of her again. My eyes fall closed with how good she feels. It’s never felt like this before. God damn, Ginevra is fucking amazing, and she’s all mine. She has this ability to draw out the beast within me.
My thumb continues to strum her clit as she matches each of my thrusts. Her already impossibly tight walls flutter around me and I know she’s close to coming again.
“Be a good girl and come on my dick.”
I release her hair, my hand cupping the front of her throat. It’s just enough to add a bit of pressure, and that’s all she needs. She screams my name and I shove impossibly deep into her and orgasm. I stay nestled in her until she’s milked every last drop of my come.
I pull out, a light pink color coating my dick. “Was I too rough?” Guilt slams into me seeing the blood on my dick, but I’m also a selfish prick and that blood is the second most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The rest of my wife being the first.
“No, I liked it.” She snuggles into my side.
I kiss her again with everything I have in me. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She rests her head on my chest above my beating heart.
My fingers trail down her soft stomach and I push my leaking cum back into her pussy. “I told you there would come a day I wouldn’t let you waste a drop.”
My finger lazily goes in and out, pushing my cum back inside her while stroking her clit. She wiggles under my touch. “Does it hurt?”
She shakes her head. “It’s just super sensitive.”
I brush up her clit, then down into her tight pussy again, this time faster. “I know. I plan to have you screaming my name again.”
Her breathing hitches. “I don’t think I can go again.” Meticulously, I stroke her clit and the inside of her pussy. Her chest rises and falls faster with each brush of my finger. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes vibrant. I want her like this every day.
Her hips buck and her velvet walls flutter around my finger. As her mouth opens in to a big O, I can’t help but think how Ginevra is the best thing to ever happen to me. She screams my name, her voice sounding like a sweet melody.
Her body goes limp and I pick her up. “What are you doing?” she asks.
“I’m going to run you a bath.” I cradle her in my arms and smile, seeing the pink left on our white sheets.
Iwake up moaning Gin’s name. The room is blanketed in darkness and the clock shows we fell asleep two hours ago. My dick is hard, wet, and warm. Looking down, Ginevra has my cock in her mouth. Fuck me, this is Heaven. “Why, hello, wife,” I say, my voice gruff.
Her eyes lift to mine.
She gives me her gorgeous smile before her cheeks hollow. Her tongue runs up and down my shaft and her eyes never leave mine.
My hips buck and my heart speeds up. She makes me feel like a horny sixteen year old.
My fingers thread through her hair. “You keep doing that, and I’m going to come in your mouth.”
The sexy vixen sucks harder and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I have to stop her. I don’t want to waste my come in her mouth. My hips jerk faster. Fuck me, she’s good at this.
My cock pops out of her mouth and I quickly toss her under me, cupping her magnificent breasts and giving them a squeeze. They’re the perfect handful.
I love the way her hair fans out across the pillow. It makes her look more fuckable than she already is. My mouth latches on to her nipple and she moans my name. It’s music to my ears. My dick gets impossibly hard listening to her pleasure-filled sounds.
“Are you wet, wife?” My hand slips down to find she’s fucking soaked.
“You’re going to take my cock like a good little wife.”
I position myself between her legs and slowly push myself in. Her tight pussy protests, and I kiss her face. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she pants.
Another inch, and her velvet walls swallow my dick. I still, basking in how good she feels. Her hips move against mine and I take that as my cue to move again.
I can’t stop kissing her. We kiss the entire time as we make love. I swallow her orgasmic cries before I allow myself any release.
“I love you,” I groan as I come inside her. She is going to look incredibly beautiful with my baby in her. I’m one lucky bastard.