Page 47 of Iron Rings


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“How tired are you now, baby?” His fingers fuck in and out. “You still want to sleep?”

“Exhausted. So fucking exhausted.”

“You filthy fucking girl. I hope you have twisted, dirty dreams of my thick cock between your legs.”

“No, darling husband, that’ll be you.” I moan, back arching, so close I could scream. “I’m feeling very satisfied.”

“Should I stop then?” He grins wickedly and his fingers remain inside, but not moving.

“No!” I grind against his hand, needy, eyes wide. “Don’t you dare.”

“Told you it would backfire.”

“Gian.”

“Don’t worry, baby.” He leans down again and flicks his tongue a few times, lapping at me. “I’d never leave you wanting.”

I groan as he sinks his fingers in and out again, tongue fully engaged, and I run my fingers through his hair. I can’t take it for long, and soon the pleasure’s way too much.

I come against his mouth. He eats me up, lapping me the whole time, growling like a beast. “Oh, god damn it,” I moan, head thrown back, sucking down air. I sit up on an elbow as I finish and he pulls back, looking very satisfied with himself.

“That’s better,” he says, licking his fingers clean and staring at me. “God, you’re beautiful. Seriously, Allegra. You’re gorgeous.”

“Thanks.” I blush a little, feeling lightheaded and happy. I let out a real yawn this time. “Now you’ve done your duty and I’m ready for bed.”

“Finished with me that quick? I should feel used.”

“Good. Feel it.” I grin and let my eyelids flutter. “Do you mind?”

“I’m not sure.” He leans forward, pressing my shirt up. I laugh as he licks my nipples, which sends another pang into my core. “No, you know what, I don’t think I mind at all.”

“Down, boy.” I push him away and yank my shirt, covering my breasts. “I’m exhausted and you’ve performed your husbandly duties quite well.”

“I really did.” He sighs and lies on his back. His erection still strains the sheets. “Go ahead. Go to sleep.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’ll probably stroke myself off and stare at your unconscious body.”

“Don’t wake me up, please.” I grin at him, snuggling into the covers. “And don’t make a mess.”

He laughs quietly and we lapse into silence.

My first night in bed with my husband, and that happened.

It doesn’t bode well for the rest of our marriage.

But I’m finally relaxed enough that my breathing steadies, and slowly, the room drifts away.

Chapter 20

Gian

I’m up early frying sausages and eggs in the kitchen after a very long shower. I really wasn’t kidding—after last night, I had to get myself off just to make sure I didn’t drag her over to my side of the bed and do something that we both might regret. But that wasn’t exactly hard. I closed my eyes, let the hot water roll down my back, and thought of Allegra’s hard nipples, her pants and moans, the taste of her orgasm on my tongue.

There’s a knock and the front door opens. I look over as Saul walks into the room, frowning around him at the walls. I don’t move for a second, surprised to see him, and his eyes fall on mine.

“I come in peace,” he says, but he’s not smiling. “I don’t plan on hitting you this time, at least.”

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