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“Don’t drop that,” he said.
I didn’t have time to prepare as he forced his thick cock into my ass. It hurt because I wasn’t ready. Fuck, there was barely enough lube to make this work. I scrabbled my hands along the counter. He didn’t stop to give me a moment to catch my breath, but then he slammed against my prostate and my knees went weak.
“Daddy’s gonna breed you, now, Princess. Next time you’ll know your place, and you’ll say yes, Husband. Give me your seed, Husband. I want it in all my holes,” he whispered, then licked my ear. I should hate this—every piece of this—but I shuddered as heat rolled through my body, and I lost my load all over the front of the silk slip while he stared directly into my eyes through the mirror.
5
COLT
I STARED AT HIS FACE, watching as the flush deepened on his cheeks as he came, his body trembling under mine. A wet spot soaked the front of the silk, giving me the very visible evidence of how much he’d enjoyed this, how much he wanted me, and that did things to my insides that I couldn’t quite explain. I’d never really had a thing for men.
No.
There was no “never really.” I hadn’t. Ever.
I didn’t care who someone else fucked, but the thought of another man, strong and powerful and as masculine as me, never did anything to my cock. The only thing I had planned for Quin was to use him to get off. I could ignore he was all male, too, and a part of me had suspected his cock wasn’t as big as mine. Despite his width being no competition, I’d discovered that he wasn’t small. Like the rest of his body, his cock was lean and long and it fit him perfectly.
While I had no desire to touch his cock—not yet anyway, my traitorous brain supplied—there was something thrilling and powerful about seeing what I did to him so visibly. Women were built differently. They came and some even squirted, but the evidence wasn’t as in your face as Quin’s hard-on, and I couldn’t stop staring.
I tickled my finger over his slim hip, the tip dancing on the soft silk of the dress. When I reached the front of his stomach, I tugged on the fabric gently, raising it up so his cock came into view in the mirror. I stared, my gaze roaming over his spent length and the cum splattered across his abs and the material, and a knot of swelling desire twisted in my gut.
I dropped the silk again and my gaze rose to meet his reflection. I was so glad I’d found this. His chest heaved as he panted, and he spit out his briefs. The way he glared was delicious, and I smirked when his chin jutted, challenging me to say something about his obvious maleness.
I didn’t.
The more I stared into his eyes through the mirror, the harder I grew inside his tight hole. He pressed down around me, swallowing me and drawing me in, and I was drunk on the way his body seemed so eager. Unlike Bethany, with her wicked tongue, Quin was enchanting, a sparking fire that I craved. I would risk being burned if it meant I got him in this position every night.
I shifted my hips, and his breath caught as I smirked. Then, I began to move again. I drew my cock out agonizingly slow before I rammed straight back into his welcoming heat.
He lurched forward with the force of my thrust. The only thing that saved him from going face-first into the mirror was the hand that he slapped against it. His skin must’ve caught on something because a thin streak of blood trickled down from his palm, and I thought the mirror might’ve cracked at the power of his blow, but neither of us cared.
A moan slipped from between his pouty lips, and he threw his head back, his dark hair splaying across his shoulders, a cascading waterfall. His long neck arched and his mouth fell open, and it was too hard to resist the temptation of gripping the base of his throat, my fingers digging into the delectable skin that I had plans to mark up tonight.
His pulse raced under the pressure of my hand and that Adam’s apple bobbed as he rocked back against me, his pretty pussy squeezing around my aching boner. The sounds that continued to leave his sinful mouth were carnal, and I’d never heard anything like them. I found myself becoming addicted. I needed to hear more.
I fucked into him, the onslaught brutal and possessive. The bliss that came with his tightness consumed me and I was a glutton for more. So much fucking more. He squirmed and shuddered and keened, and my gaze caught his growing erection in the mirror as the damp, see-through silk rose with it.
I gripped his hips, and despite the fabric that kept my skin from touching his, I knew there would be bruises blooming there tomorrow.
“Do you like this, Wife?” I growled out, pressing my chest against his back when I was balls deep. I nuzzled his neck and nipped there, his pale skin already flushing red under the attention of my teeth. Or maybe he was blushing, but I didn’t care which. It was perfect. He was fucking beguiling. A virgin wife created for me and only me. “Tell me how I feel in your tight fucking pussy.”
He was pliant under the caress of my lips on his neck, and he went languid except for a small shiver that worked its way through his lithe form. He whimpered and squeezed his hole around me again, begging me wordlessly to move.
I laughed. “I’m not fucking you, Princess, until you tell me what I want to hear. Make your husband happy.”
His eyes narrowed and the fury returned. His gaze darkened and the passionate fire licked at the hazel irises, daring me to keep pushing him. If I was anything, it was a brave man.
“Say it,” I ordered against his neck before biting into the vulnerable flesh so hard that the lewd wail he let out echoed around the bathroom. And if that wasn’t a prayer at sin’s altar, I didn’t know what was because it was perfectly wicked. I licked the marks I’d left behind and kissed them, aware of how stunning they would look tomorrow.
His cock bobbed and he reached for it with his bloody hand, but I grabbed his arm and brought it back to my mouth, where I sucked on the knob of his wrist. He tensed, then relaxed, and his eyes widened when I kissed the wound that cut across his palm, leaving smears of blood on my mouth.
I grinned at him in the mirror and licked my lips, chasing the red away with my tongue. “Princess, I’m losing patience. Do you want to come again tonight? Because I will make sure you don’t. Your virgin pussy won’t know what’s happened to it by the time I’m done. Tell me what I want to hear.”
A flush bloomed on his cheeks and spread down his neck, and he popped his lips out at me. “Your cock is so big, Husband,” he whispered in a shaky voice, barely audible in the already deadly quiet bathroom. “I can feel it stretch me open. I want....”
“What?” I growled desperately. My cock throbbed and bulged inside him, and I rocked forward, earning a hiss in response. “What do you want?”
His stare lingered on my face, and I felt the weight of it like a thousand stinging bees. It was fucking addicting. How did I not see him before when his whore of a mother was still around? I wasted too much time on her.
