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I continue my slow descent of my new wife’s beautiful body. Down to her collarbone, to her slender neck, and grazing her pebbled, rosy nipples. Down to her belly button and the outline of her panties. Every second that passes is chock-full of anticipation, almost like a countdown to making her mine. My insides tremble with pent-up desire. I’ve imagined this moment so fucking much and jerked off until I was raw. Now that it’s here, I want to prolong it. But I’m too hungry for her.
“I don’t want you.” Her voice breaks my haze of lust, and I slam my lips on that mouth of hers. This is what bothers her the most, that she doesn’t want to want me, but her body craves me just as much.
She moans in my mouth as I graze her nipples with my knuckles.
“I’m dry as the Sahara.”
“Let’s test that. If you are, I’ll stop.”
“My words should be enough.”
“So, you don’t want me?” I bite her lower lip, and a breathy noise comes out of her mouth. “Or this?” I go on and suckle her nipples.
Her fingers dig into my forearms and an almost inaudible, ‘No,’ passes her lips. I lower my mouth, kissing around her belly button, and she throws her head back as I slide down her panties and her glistening pussy meets my eyes. Such a beautiful, wet liar. I will love every second of turning her body against her.
I lap at her slit, and her hands fly to my shoulders in support.
“Me eating you, you also don’t like?” This time she has the decency to shut that pretty, lying mouth of hers while I feast on her pussy, sucking on her clit, devouring her wetness. I insert a finger and she’s tight, tight enough that I find her barrier. Let’s hear another lie.
“How many lovers have you had?”
I smile against her pussy, pushing another finger inside, and she gasps.
“I didn’t count.”
I should punish her by taking her hard, but she wants me to be the monster. Oh, cara, You’re the only one I’ll show my other side to. I will love conquering her because this woman will be mine, inside and out. I curl my fingers, increasing my speed, while I nibble on her clit and her legs wobble. All I want is to offer her pleasure, but her first time might hurt regardless of how much I prepare her. She grips me so tight as she comes, chest heaving, body rocking with aftershocks.
“Still don’t want me?”
“Yes,” she whispers on a long breath, her eyes dilated.
I scoop her up, throwing her on the bed. I would believe her if it weren’t for her pants of frustration mixed with desire. The spark of curiosity and want in her half-lidded eyes. She wants me to take it so she’s absolved of wanting me. But she has to give me this, even if it’s only in bed.
“How about my cock?”
I undress slowly, to tame this need for her.
Her eyes take in my bare skin with tattoos covering my chest and arms, but there are also scars from knife wounds and fighting. When I was younger, I took part in a lot of underground fighting matches. I loved fighting but stopped when we created the syndicate. I wear my marks with pride. She scoots up on her ass. My heart warms as she traces them with a featherlight touch and her brow furrows at a knife scar right next to my spleen.
“This could have killed you,” she says, voice laced with worry.
Yes, it could have.
“Lucky for me, it didn’t. Now, wife, I dare you to say no again because my cock is about to slide inside that pussy of yours.”
I yank my boxers off, and she gulps, blinking at my hard cock. I set myself between her legs, gripping the base, pumping a few times. She lets out a stuttered breath, clenching her thighs together.
“You’ve had so many men, but no one had a dick as big as this?”
“You wish.”
Hang on to the patience, she lives to rile you up, I keep repeating to myself.
“Was that a question?”
I chuckle and she bites down on her lower lip. It’s in her eyes, the desire to tell me, but she’s stubborn.
I lean in to kiss her lips, her nose, her cheeks, and her eyelids. I could give up everything for the privilege to have her.
