Page 66 of Betrothed


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“Dresses,” I growled. “I’m building this house, and I’m buying you dresses.”

“Zeke—”

“Purely for fuck’s sake.” I shoved her jeans and thong down, and she got one leg free from the pants before her hands grabbed for my belt.

I cupped one hand around the back of her neck, the other delved for her clit, finding it swollen between her slick folds.

“Mmm,” she moaned, her head tipping back as I stroked her.

“Fuck. Condom.” The thought snapped in my mind as soon as my fly loosened.

“I’m on the pill,” she said.

It wasn’t new information. We’d been living together for weeks now, and I watched her take a multivitamin and birth control every morning.But if there was any protest left, it was gone when her warm grip took hold around my cock, stroking me all the way up to the tip.

“Fuck,” I breathed, pleasure searing through my skin.

I latched my arm around her waist, lifting her as I backpedaled toward the car.

“I’m going to make you see stars, angel,” I promised, kissing her hard before I spun her so that her back was to my front.

I kicked her legs apart and then hauled her onto my lap, her ass instantly cradling my dick.

My mouth opened, but she didn’t need any instruction. She reached between us, gripping my length and feeding the tip to her entrance.

My head dropped back into the car, a groan erupting from the depths of my chest as she sank down on my cock. I let out an inhuman groan, feeling her slick heat clutch my bare cock.

“Fuck, angel. You feel so good, so fucking—ahh.” I grabbed her hips and buried myself all the way to the root. Dragging my mouth to her ear, I muttered, “I’m going to fuck you until you forget all about this afternoon. About all the insults and the pain. Until there’s nothing but me.”

I was being insane, but I didn’t care. She was my wife, and my dick had caveman brain.

“Do you feel how much I need you?” My voice broke as I gripped her hips and thrust hard into her warm clutch, her pussy pulling me deeper into its wet heat.

Feral sounds erupted from my chest. I’d never fucked a woman bare before. Ever. And now that I’d had her like this, I didn’t think I could ever go back.

“I’m so fucking hard right now, angel, my cock feels like it’s going to explode,” I growled, knowing my fingers were probably bruising her skin with their force, but I couldn’t figure out how to lighten my hold. “I’ve never fucked without a condom before. Never felt how fucking soft your pussy is around me. How warm and creamy it feels when I push inside you.”

Every word brought a fresh rush of heat around my cock.

Her head tipped back onto my shoulder, her moans clawing from her lips. “God, yes, Zeke…” she begged for more.

“I need you, angel. I need you quaking and screaming my name—your husband’s name.”

“Yes,” she murmured, her moan fracturing into a cry as my hand snaked lower, my fingers finding where we were joined.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

Her slick honey coated my fingers as I traced where her body stretched wide to accommodate mine and finally settled on her swollen clit.

She bucked as soon as I rubbed over the sensitive bud. “More,” she whimpered. “Give me more.”

I thrust harder into her as my finger teased and rolled her clit. “I need you, angel. I need you so fucking bad, it makes me sane and insane.”

Broken breaths burst from her chest, her body breaking apart in pieces under the pleasure.

“That’s it, wife,” I cooed, feeling her pussy spasm with pleasure around my cock, trying to catch her orgasm that was just out of reach. “Milk your husband’s bare cock.”

I shouldn’t let it turn me on—the idea that I was fuckingmy wifebare. But holy fuck, it did. Even if it was only for a little while, for that little while, she was mine. Mine to worship. Mine to protect. Mine to claim. Mine to pleasure.Mine.

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