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Oh, I really am obsessed with her like this.
She’s lying. She wants me, wants us, but what’s us without a little banter?
I bet if I told her to lie back and be quiet, she would. I think my wife might be a little bit submissive in the bedroom. Not by much because she’s too fucking mouthy for that which is just how I like her.
“Suck my cock, Tesoro. Let me see what that mouth can really do when it’s full.” I slide the sensitive tip over her lips, teasing her. The pre-come becomes gloss and she flicks her tongue out to taste it.
An unsure look lightens the fever brightening her cheeks.
“I need to tell you something.” She lies down on her back and turns her head to look away.
I climb over her, my cock settling between her legs as if it is made just for her. Not liking the sudden nervousness instead of the uncontrollable desire she felt seconds ago, I force her to look at me by gripping her chin.
“Talk to me, Rosie,” I keep the demand gentle.
“I’m afraid if I’m honest, you won’t want me anymore.”
I scoff with a crooked smile, then bend down and kiss her. “There’s nothing you can say that would ever make me not want you. I’ve wanted you the moment you walked into the club. I knew you had to be mine. I want that to happen in every way, but it can’t if you don’t communicate.”
She nods, staring at my chest and her finger gently traces the wound where her small knife landed. It’s not as tender as the gunshot wound on the other shoulder, but it still hurts when I overstretch it.
“I’m sorry.” Her brows dip as she analyzes the stab wound.
“It’s okay,” I forgive her easily. “I understand why you did it. Now, what is it that you need to tell me.” I settle even further between her legs by lying my body on top of hers, the head of my cock already pressing against the entrance, and I have to calm myself down when I feel her heat.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kisses the side of my throat, with a feather of pressure that has me groaning for her. She’s tentative, hesitant, and it makes the softness of her lips feel better than any other pair I’ve ever felt.
She gets to my ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth and a shiver rolls down my spine. She has easily found one of my hot spots. Her breath is the sound of a distant ghost in the dark breezing against my ear. My cock slips from the tight hole of her entrance, gliding through her pussy lips until I rub over her clit.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.” I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight, squeezing her until I think I might be hurting her, then let her go before I can do any real damage.
“I’ve never done this before.”
I freeze, slowly pulling away so I can see her face. Before I can think, my hand is wrapped around her throat again and I lift her by it until she’s mere inches away from my face. A possessiveness rolls through me and never leaves. A growl reverberates in my chest, rumbling low as if I have an animal hiding inside me. She gasps for breath as I tighten my hold, my cock pressing against her clit as she’s pulled closer to me.
The pleasure I’m feeling can’t be described.
“No one else has touched you?”
She holds onto my wrist and shakes her head.
“No other man has fucked you?”
“No,” she rasps, her voice strangled from the pressure of my hand.
“No man has ever tasted you?” I’m about to lose my mind. Every ounce of control I’ve held onto with her is hanging by a thread—a weak stranded thread.
I thrust my cock against her clit, igniting a groan from her, and I look down to watch the flared wide tip peek from below as I rut over her sensitive clit.
She cries out for me.
For. Me.
“No man has tasted me,” she finally answers.
I groan, rolling my head over my shoulders as I try to calm down. All her reactions, all of her moans, all of her fight, and her uncertainty is mine. It all makes sense.
“And no other man will ever touch you again,” I warn her, lying her back down until I’m settled over her again. My face is less than an inch from hers and I make sure she can see the intensity in my eyes, shining bright like a fucking beacon so she can’t miss how serious I am. “You are mine, Rosie. You’re mine.” My fingertips graze the soft curve of her jaw and I kiss her lips, the only man to have ever done so, and I whisper over them, “Tell me you’re mine.”
