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LINCOLN
“Where… uh… where am I?”
Look at that. Moving with me, almost as though her body craves mine as much as I do hers, she doesn’t say anything about the way I’m slowly fucking her. Oh, no. She just wants to know why she’s not in the room she remembers falling asleep in.
“Our room,” I tell her, punctuatingourwith a harder thrust that has her nails digging into my arm. “That’s part of being married, pet. We share a bed.”
With our bodies intertwined, I feel it when she gulps, then says softly, “And this? Waking up to your dick inside of me? Is that part of being married, too?”
Of course it is. She gave me permission when we were young adults, and as far as I’m concerned, she only reinforced it when she agreed to marry me.
I’ll fuck her when I want. Kiss her when I want. Love her when I want… and I’ll do whatever it takes to make her love me again.
Starting with reminding her just how much I own her and her body.
“Don’t forget, pet,” I murmur, bending my head and suckling on her neck. Her back arches out, squeezing me again, leading me to moan before I tell her in a ragged voice, “I own you.”
She stiffens again, her body so tight that my cock feels like she has it in a vice. A jolt of pleasure slams into me, and I know that, if she does that again, I won’t be able to hold back my orgasm. I’m not done playing with her, so I grit my teeth, holding on—
—and then she whispers into the room, “Is that how it is?,” in a small voice, and I stop worrying about going off sooner than I want to. To hear Ava sound as hurt like that… fuck, I might just lose my erection entirely.
I thought she was playing along with me. Was I wrong?
I shift my hips, giving her a tentative pump. “It’s what you agreed to,” I remind both of us.
She’s quiet for a moment, but she doesn’t try to pull away from me. The opposite, actually. While I pump again, building a slow rhythm now that she’s awake, she scoots back, her ass pushing back against my lower belly.
She’s so fucking soft. Just that added connection has me moaning softly, and I drop my hand, grabbing the cheek nearest to me. Kneading the flesh, I pump faster, and while I plan on going back to warming my cock inside of her heat once I get her off—and me, too, at this rate—if I don’t come inside of this woman right now, I might just die.
For a moment, I think she’s got the same idea. Ava is moving with me, rocking back as I tilt my hips again, slamming myself to the hilt inside of her like her soft body was made for my hard one. She lets out a gasp that is music to my ears, and I grunt her name as I move my hand in front of her, searching for her clit so that I can make her come first.
I slide my fingers through her damp curls, but before I can find her clit, she slaps my hand.
And then, in a stronger voice than before, she says, “You know what, Link? You’re right. And I said I’d be your wife in all ways, didn’t I?” Too stunned by the sudden change in her to realize what she’s doing, Ava pulls away from me, letting my erection slide right out of her pussy.
We’re not separated for long. Wrapping her hand around my slick cock, squeezing me with her fingers to the point that my eyes almost roll to the back of my head, she uses her other hand to push me onto my back.
If I didn’t want to move, I wouldn’t have. But, eager to see what she’s planning, I let her knock me onto my back—and I’m rewarded with Ava shoving her night shirt high enough to reveal her delectable little pussy to me before she throws one leg over me, positioning her cunt right over the head of my cock.
“You think sex is all there is to being married. Fine. Then let me fuck you,husband.”
And, as she spits out the wordhusband, Ava sinks down on top of my cock.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out. “Oh, pet… do whatever the fuck you want to me. Fuck me, kiss me, take a knife from the kitchen and stab me in my God damn heart if you want, but, for fuck’s sake, do it now.”
“Oh, Link… Iwill.”
Bracing her tiny hands on my scarred, tatted chest, she starts to ride me. I almost want to close my eyes just to enjoy the sensations of Ava working my body in a way I haven’t experienced in so damn long, but that would mean taking my eyes off of her for a split second and I can’t even do that.
Her hair falling forward, hiding the determined expression twisting her gorgeous features, she’s moving back and forth, rocking again, then lifting herself up, dropping down on top of me, doing everything and anything to show that I just don’t own her.
She ownsme—and she always have.
I fucking love it almost as much as I love her. I’ve never stopped, and as I feel my sac tightening, Ava about to wring my come right out of me, I admit that this is the Ava who tried to stop me from walking away. The spitfire with the unholy temper.
The woman I’ve obsessed over for fifteen fucking year and who I might not deserve, but who I’m going to keep anyway.
Especially when she squeezes me so damn tightly that I couldn’t keep myself from coming if one of my enemies had a gun to my head.
