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“You need to learn self-control.”
“Maybe, but it’s my honeymoon, and I want my new wife.”
“Your temporary wife.” She pushes me back, her hands on my chest, her elbows pressing her breasts together.
I don’t think I’ve seen anything more beautiful in my life.
“I’ll take temporary if that’s the best I can get.”
“Please,” she says, closing her eyes, moving her hips. “You’re so full of shit.”
“Why can’t you accept that I want you?”
“I accept it. I canfeelit. You want to fuck me. But you don’t wantme.”
I sit up again, this time rolling her onto her back. She yelps in surprise as I lean back and take off my boxer briefs. I kneel between her legs, stroking myself with one hand, teasing her pussy with the other.
“Why are you so sure?” I ask, head tilted to the side.
She has her thumbnail between her teeth. “Because it’s all sex with you.”
“I think we’ve talked more about business than we have about sex.”
“Businessissex.”
I smirk, bending down to kiss her pussy. Her pretty, lovely little pussy. “That’s a new one.”
She squirms. I love that. “You know what I mean. The whole shop thing, the whole marrying me thing. You just want to use me up for five months. Admit it.”
“Do you like that?” I ask, stroking her up and down with my tongue. “Do you want me to say that I want to fuck you until there’s nothing left of you? That I want to make you my toy for the next five months?”
I look up into her eyes. She nods, her mouth hanging open. “Yes,” she says. “Say it.”
I kneel between her legs, taking her wrists, pinning them above her head. My cock presses against her pussy, my tip right on the precipice of her dripping wet entrance. I stare into her eyes, dominating her, pinning her down, wanting her more than I’ve ever wanted before.
“Then I’ll fuck you like you won’t survive,” I say and slide myself inside.
She gasps, back arching as I fill her. Fuck, she’s even better than I remembered. I stroke slowly, letting her get used to my size, but she’s eager, almost greedy, grinding her hips to take my deeper.
“Nolan,” she whispers which drives me wild. I wish she’d call mehusbandagain, but I feel as though I have to earn that first.
“This is about more than your body, my wife,” I whisper in her ear, going nice and deep, stroking faster. “This is about havingyou, all of you. Every inch of you.”
“Sounds like it’s about my body then.”
“No, my something. Your body is only the beginning.” I go deeper, working at her rhythm, listening to her moans, her breathing, her reactions. I read her like a poem, learning her motions, what pleases her, what makes her want more. Deeper, faster, her soaking wet pussy wrapped around me, her legs tightening around my hips, her mouth on my mouth. I kiss her neck, her chest, lick her breasts, bite them hard, suck them, before pulling out.
She moans, whimpering as I turn her around, spread her legs, and take her from behind. Her back works, bucking forward, sliding down my shaft. I spank her ass hard, enough to make her skin pink, but she keeps going. Sweat’s dripping down her spine, making her lovely skin glow, dewy in the morning light.
I grab her hips and fuck her. I can’t control myself, can’t hold myself back. I need this so badly it’s like torture. I reach around her hips to stroke her clit, and we’re writhing together, fucking, not thinking, easing deep into the pleasure. I kiss her over her shoulder, pull her hair, go faster, go harder, until she’s lying face down and moaning into a pillow, her pussy clenching down on my shaft, her orgasm like an explosion in my brain. I can’t help myself, can’t stop myself. I come moments later, growling as I fill her to the brim.
Before she can squirm away, I turn her around and kiss her. I hold her down with my body, both of us still in that post-orgasm heaven, dizzy with the taste of each other. I keep her there, feeling her breathing.
“You’re crushing me,” she says finally, breaking the spell.
I sigh and let her go. “I had hoped I fucked you into being a little bit more docile.”
She slaps at my arm. “You want docile, go marry someone else.”
