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“Is it mine to do whatever I want?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Her head froze mid-why. “Because no one has ever made me feel this way.”

“And no one ever will.” He growled, biting the words down on her collarbone and surging up with another violent thrust. She shook. Her body vibrated in time with his tortuous rhythm. Then there were no more questions. No more answers. No more thinking. There was only riding the wave. Surfing towards the shore on crest after crest. Looking for a landing.

“Good.” He stopped. Withdrawing both hands. Leaving her hanging. Ripping the surfboard away. “Now you understand.” Turn over.”

“Wait, what, no.” She squeal-cried. “What are you doing?”

“Did you think our honeymoon night was only about you?

She flipped over to flare at him. Ripping the mask off and pulling up to her knees to demand. “What the fuck are you playing at?”

He slid down the bed. “Ah, wife. I want you to learn how to find pleasure in my arms. How to get off… with my cock.”

“I told you that’s not possible for me.”

“Trust me.”

Jessa panted, trying to slow her breath. Her pussy spasmed in frustration. The small shock waves had her eyes rolling back in her head as she surveyed her husband. Sanyet Ismailov was a wondrous thing to behold. Spread out beneath her hands like a feast on a platter. Dark hair spread across his chest. Not too much, not too little. His pecs rose and fell and she watched the movement ripple down across abs tight enough to lift bricks. Just because she didn’t orgasm with a man didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate the view. Until she followed the trail of dark hair to the cock jutting up at from its dark curly nest. That thing would hit her lungs. Inhuman. He was too big. She was not a size queen. So not a size queen. She had a nice six-inch vibrator at home and it slid in, with a lot of lube, its petite size molding perfectly to her small pussy. She might be a big girl, but her pussy was not. Chuck had been a third of his size, but even a shallow dip had been uncomfortable. So uh hell no. It was a great experiment but, no.

“This won’t work. You’re too big.”

“I told you to trust me.”

“Not enough trust in the world to make it fit. Your dick looks like my forearm.”

He shrugged. Cocky bastard. “I own your pussy. Just like I own you. And that means this cock is yours.” He rotated it across her belly, waving it past her navel. “And you will take it. Even if it’s inch by inch. Day by day. But I don’t think that will be necessary.”

He sat up and wrapped his hand behind her neck. Pulling her lips into his kiss. “Trust. Me.” Could she trust someone she just met?

And then his kiss was everything. The same magic that had shaped and reshaped her world. Creating something new. His tongue stroked along beside hers. Sending streaks of fire shooting to her pussy where her juices stoked it higher. Setting off little explosions throughout her body. Her toes curled, and she leaned forward to get more of that kiss. More of that nectar even as his hands lifted her up and slid her down his pole.

“Inch one,” he muttered against her lips. Sucking the bottom one between his and chowing down on it.

Jessa’s eyes widened. She’d been so destroyed by the kiss to end all kisses. She yelped in shock when she looked between their bodies. Oh God, how was it possible?

“Don’t look,” he growled. “Stay up here with me.” His hands gave a little bounce, drawing her lips back into hers.

But she’d lost it. As soon as she looked down, her pussy had tightened, and she’d started pushing him out. Automatic. It was a mind game, but damn, her mind was right. She scrambled to get away from him but he flicked a switch and set the vibrator to buzzing.

Resting it on the base of her tailbone, at the tip of her butt cleft. She froze.

“Did you know that the anus has as many nerve endings as your clit? Maybe even more.” Her pelvis pushed forward. “And if I slide this toy down even a bit….”

“No. Not that…” She scurried like a squirrel from the vibration rocketing through her pelvis.

It was sinful.

It was delicious.

She didn’t want him to do that. Did she?

He kept his devil’s fingers resting on her tailbone. Holding her ass up with one hand while he tipped her head back to his.

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