Chapter 30 #2
My knuckles slink up her inner thigh, and the pad of my finger rubs her clit. She jolts, groaning my name.
“I’m gonna have every inch of you. I’m gonna make you come over and over until you can’t take any more.”
“Now. Please,” she begs, throwing her head back.
“Not until you drip down my tongue, wife.” I pinch her clit.
“Oh, God!” She snaps her eyes shut on a cry.
Then my mouth is back on her—lapping, stroking—her hands pulling my hair on a gasp, twining with her heavy moans.
“Please, Michael…”
“Mm,” I hum, pitching back, looking up at her, running my tongue over my lips to taste her some more. “You gonna come nice and hard for me, little dove?”
She nods frantically, tugging on my hair, trying to push me between those trembling thighs.
“That’s a good girl.” With a growl and a palm clasping her ass, I slam her pussy back down onto my mouth, two fingers stretching her and fucking her rough while the tip of my tongue plays with her swollen clit.
She screams my name as her release hits, her body jolting, her walls convulsing around my fingers in ripples until it slows.
Placing her leg down, I get to my feet, my hand gripping her hair and yanking her head back in one single thrust.
“My cock’s throbbing for you, baby,” I grit.
She sighs on an exhale, unable to speak, but her eyes watch me, wanting more. I can see it all over her face.
“I could eat that pussy for every meal and never starve.” I cup her there, rubbing the heel of my hand around her drenched core.
She lets out breathless little noises. Damn sexy as hell. And when her eyes skitter down to my cock, I wrap a hand around her pretty little throat and squeeze.
“Do you want it?” I fist my hard-on in my palm with my free hand, stroking it as she watches me, tugging on her beaded nipples.
She nods, and I drag my zipper down.
“On your knees, then, my little dove.”
She likes it dirty. I can tell from the mere flush of her cheeks.
I grasp her jaw, parting her mouth roughly with my thumb. “You’re gonna take every inch until you gag. Understand?”
She nods again, biting into her bottom lip, and fuck, I want to be the one to do that.
“Come on, now,” I hum. “On your knees. Don’t make me ask again.”
She finally obeys, kneeling before me, looking up at me with those big brown eyes.
My fingers slide into her hair, wrapping those soft strands around my wrist. “Take it out and fill your mouth with it.”
Her throat bobs as she reaches for my pants, pulling my boxers down with them, and my cock falls, hard and heavy, ready for her.
Her soft hand cinches around the thickness, her fingertips barely able to reach around. I narrow a gaze into her heated eyes that tempt me with everything unholy. She snakes out the tip of her tongue, rolling it around the crown of my cock.
“Oh, fuck…” I curse through gritted teeth, fisting her hair roughly.
And in one quick move, I ram my cock down her throat. She gags and moans, but doesn’t move back an inch. She takes it.
“That’s it, baby. That’s my good girl.” I push her down even more. “Relax your throat and take all of me.”
I can feel it when she does, groaning as she swallows me fully, the sound vibrating down to my aching balls.
“Oh, damn. Just like that. Look how beautiful you are, down on your knees, so willing to please your husband.”
She moans, tilting her head, pulsing her head faster.
I wrap her hair around my wrist and drive her all the way down, then back up again, in a hurried tempo. The noises she’s making have me close, a heated sensation slamming into the base of my spine.
“Mm…what a good wife, sucking me so good.”
Nothing has ever felt this damn good. This woman, the things she does to me…
“Stand up,” I demand, yanking her head back, needing to feel her around me when I come.
But instead, she fights it, glancing up at me with glassy eyes as her tongue flicks the head of my cock.
“Damn, baby,” I hiss. “You keep sucking me like that and I’ll be shooting down your throat instead of your pussy.”
Her hand clasps my balls and squeezes, and that’s when I know I have to end this.
“I need to come inside you.”
I force her to her feet by her hair.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, looking into her eyes, round and dizzy with desire. “You’re my undoing.” I grab her hips, walking her backward to the bed. “My blessing and my curse.”
“Michael…” she breathes.
My lips drag up at the corners, my heart filling with all the things she makes me feel. Makes me want. “From the moment you barged into my life, I could think of nothing but you. It’s damn near an obsession, and I’ve never been obsessed with anyone in my entire life.”
She gasps low, and I take my time lowering her onto the bed, me on top of her, those thighs welcoming me as they open.
I prop myself on one elbow, her gaze spilling with passion, my gut stirring with how much I want her.
Need her. Fisting my cock, I line it up against her pussy, and the way her lips tremble as I move a fraction has my entire body stirring, wanting to make this perfect for her like all the other times.
But somehow, this feels different, and not just because it’s our wedding night.
She wants me. She wants us to be a family, and I’d beg on my hands and knees for her not to go.
I connect her eyes to mine and tell her all the things she makes me feel.
“Do you know how long I've waited for you?” I confess as her eyes grow hazy. “All my life.” I stroke her lips with mine, breathing her in. “I thought I was bound to be alone.”
She gasps as she stretches with another inch of my cock.
“That no woman would ever walk through my heart…” I sink deeper, my palm sliding up, clasping her nape as I keep our eyes connected. “But you, little dove…you barged right in and made yourself at home, and now you’re mine.”
I thrust all the way inside as she lets out a cry.
“And I’m every bit yours.”
I slam my lips against hers, capturing the waves of her moans, as my hips pound into her with brutal force, wanting her to feel that every word I spoke was the truth.
This woman, her love for my daughter, her acceptance of us, the way she looks at me…
I want it all. I want a future I once only imagined.
“Oh, God, Michael. Harder, please,” she groans.
I know what she needs and how she needs it. I pull out in one quick move and flip her onto her stomach. I roll my palm under her, raising her ass in the air. She gazes at me over her shoulder as I line my cock back to where it belongs and thrust deep.
Her hands clench the bedsheets as I undo my tie, pounding into her while lifting both of her hands and tying them together at the small of her back.
My fingers skim up her spine as she arches for me, gasping my name, and I grab a handful of her hair. “You’re gonna come for me just like this, tied up and at my mercy.”
The next thing I hear is her screams as she spills around me, and seconds later, I join her.