Isaac smirks when my perverted glance revives my inner vixen for the third time tonight. “See something you like?”
“I more than like it.” I weave my fingers through the tips of his damp hair from our rigorous activities. “I love him enough to marry him… twice.”
I taste my arousal on his tongue when he tracks it across my lips before plunging it inside my warm and inviting mouth. His kiss is slower than the pace we’ve been going all afternoon, but ten times sweeter. It’s scrumptious, controlled, and toe-curling good.
By the time he pulls back, my wedding dress hanging on the back of a highly varnished door is the only inkling as to what day it is. Don’t ask me the exact time, though. My head is too clouded by a lust haze to give you an accurate answer.
“I love you, Mrs. Holt.”
My chest puffs high to accommodate my swelling heart. He doesn’t tell me he loves me because it’s his role as my husband. He says it as a reminder of the promises we made to each other on how we’ll never go to bed angry, and we will forever be each other’s biggest supporters.
“Not as much as I love you.”
A gleam in his eyes tells me I fell straight into his trap. “Prove it.”
Isaac shuffles back until his magnificent cock is showcased in all its glory. It’s thick and long, curving up to his navel. My insides tighten when he fists his cock in his big manly hand. He’s not giving a prelude to an event I’ve had the pleasure of witnessing countless times the past year, he’s gathering the resources required for our next mind-numbingly perfect embrace.
A moan parts my lips when Isaac transfers a bead of precum from the crest of his cock to my mouth. As he rubs the tangy goodness over the cupids bow on my top lip, a domineering glint brightens his alluring eyes. “My lips.”
“Yes. Yours. Forever.”
With a smirk that will highlight my dreams for eternity, Isaac nudges his head to his cock, demanding for me to suck him dry with as many words as I’ll need to fulfill his every command. Eager to please him, sticky bedsheets wrinkle around my knees when I adjust my position, so my ass is facing the mirrored headboard and my lips are mere inches from the penis I think about too often to be healthy.
Our combined moans bounce around the steamy space when my tongue lathers up the drops of goodness his thumb left behind. After licking the seams of my mouth to prepare them for the stretch they’re about to endure, I glide my lips down Isaac’s shaft. As I take him to the very back of my throat, he gathers my hair in a firm hold. I purr, loving his dominant grip.
“That’s it, baby, suck me dry.”
My eyes bulge when I take him to the very back of my throat. There’s no way I can take all of him, but the sections missing out on the warmth of my mouth are stimulated by my hand. I stroke his cock in a rhythm matching my sucks. It’s a needy, fire-sparking embrace that has my knees creeping across the sheets more than once. He tastes so good—salty and manly and oh so delicious.
Isaac’s words come out in a quiver when I drag my tongue down his satiny flesh. “Suck me hard and fast, baby, then once I’ve drenched your throat with my seed, I’m going to drench your pussy and your ass.”
I suck him harder, loving the sinful wickedness of his threat. He doesn’t give threats halfheartedly. If you’re served one, he’ll expect you to pay your remuneration shortly after it’s issued. I should be scared at the thought. Alas, I could never be accused of being sensible when it comes to this man.
The sweat coating my skin doubles when Isaac peers down at me with his dark, steely eyes. He watches me lick, suck, and devour him. His gaze is focused on me, and it has me heating up everywhere. When his grip on my hair firms, I take him even deeper into my mouth. I love that I’m the only one who gets to see him like this—theonlyone capable of bringing him to his knees.
“Eyes,” I demand when his begin to taper.
Isaac is amused by my demand, but it does little to ease the excitement scuttling through my veins. I have him at my mercy, willing to do anything I want, and it has nothing to do with the platinum band wrapped around his ring finger. It is us—together—one solid unit.
When the throbs of his cock grow urgent, I tighten my grip around his shaft before swiveling my tongue on the underside of his knob. He roars my name in a raspy groan before the seed I’m dying to taste spurts out onto my tongue.
Groaning, I swallow him down greedily, not wanting to miss a drop, never getting enough. I pump him on repeat, ensuring every last drop of cum is expelled into my mouth.
Once I’m confident it is, I release his dick with a pop before raising my eyes to Isaac’s. He smirks at the devilish glint in my eyes before flipping me over without warning. My squeals of laughter switch to unbridled moans of lust when his once again erect cock braces at the entrance of my pussy.
“Mine,” he growls on a moan when he notches in the first four inches of his cock.
And for the next five hours, I was.
* * *
The writing on the villa Isaac purchased for our honeymoon is foreign, but I don’t need English to decipher what it says. Perfect is the only word needed. A private bungalow on a remote island in the middle of crystal blue waters.
After our rendezvous in our private jet four days ago, we were whisked away to an awaiting yacht that inevitably took us to our destination. Our island home is too small for a private airstrip, but it gave Isaac and me the perfect opportunity to add to our ever-growing list of transportation fuck locations.
We officially crossed off jet-ski’s from our list earlier today. It’s been a beautifully tranquil start to our honeymoon, but I’m looking forward to returning home. I’m missing our babies greatly. FaceTime has eased the nurturing side of my personality I didn’t know I had, but I can’t squeeze them over a tablet. I’ve missed Callie’s hugs almost as much as her whispering ‘I love you, Mommy’ when I tuck her in after a long day.
Forever diligent, Isaac senses my presence before he spots me. He’s sitting in the den, peering down at the contraption responsible for keeping us connected with the world even with us seemingly outside of it.
