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“Guess you’re not as controlling—” He cuts me off by sliding two fingers deep into my pussy and leaning forward to press his forehead to mine. I curse, morning as he bites my lower lip, fucking me slowly with those thick fingers. He grabs my hair, kissing me deep.
“Don’t misunderstand me,” he growls into my lips. “Just because you wake something in me doesn’t mean you’re in control here.”
“I’d believe that if you weren’t looking at me like you’re about to lose your mind.”
“It’s only because you look so fucking good.” He moves down again and this time his mouth finds my pussy. I groan, grabbing his hair as his tongue does his lovely work. His fingers slide back into me as he teases my clit with the tip of his tongue. “You taste so fucking good too. I didn’t realize I was marrying a woman capable of breaking all my boundaries, but here we are.”
“You have boundaries? Here I was thinking you’d do just about anything.”
“Oh, no, princess. Far from it.” He sucks my clit, licking me faster. I gasp as pleasure slams into my guts, building in my core. “I don’t let myself get intimate with anyone that matters. It’s easier when things are professional. When we aren’t entangled.”
“We seem pretty tangled right about now.”
“That’s the problem.” He licks me again, fucks me with his fingers again. “You keep making me want this.”
“I’m the one at fault here? You’re the one begging to make me feel good.”
“I want to please my wife. Is that wrong?”
“Says the guy complaining about entanglements.”
He growls his displeasure and takes it out on my pussy. Which I don’t mind, frankly, because it feels good as hell. He’s incredible with that tongue of his, licking and sucking me, not shy about making these gorgeously obscene noises. My back’s arching, and I don’t know how much more I can take, before he pulls back and slides off his boxer-briefs.
I get up on my hands and knees. I’m trembling with need as he slides his cock into my mouth, grabbing me by the hair, pushing his shaft between my lips. I moan, tasting his precum, sucking his shaft. Spit rolls down as I go as deep as I can, but he stretches my lips apart and barely fits in my throat.
I pull back, gasping for air as he drags me up and kisses me. “I can’t decide what I love more. This filthy mouth or that delicious pussy.”
“You want me to say something like, ‘why decide,’ but I’m not going to.”
“Too late. You already did.” He smirks as he pushes me back and pins me down, spreading my legs.
I struggle slightly, but we both know it’s bullshit. He holds my wrists above my head as my legs wrap around his hips. Slowly, his cock presses against my entrance, and I’m breathing hard, sweat rolling down my body, as he fills me with an agonizing thrust that drives me wild, sending twin spears of bliss and pain through my skin.
He purrs as he kisses my neck. We move together, slowly grinding our hips, his cock deep inside. “There you are,” he whispers. “I’ve been dreaming about this fit.”
“Here I am, dreaming about escape.”
“Don’t forget revenge. And the taste of my cock.”
Then he’s fucking me faster, and all thoughts of clever quips and comebacks are forgotten in the slick, gorgeous pleasure of him. We fuck like that, lost in the moment, as he fills me over and over, taking me deep, fucking me mercilessly, our bodies writhing and pressing together. I forget about the dead, I forget about the living, and there’s only Liam between my legs pushing deeper and deeper, driving me closer to the edge.
He bites my shoulder. “You feel perfect,” he moans in my ear. “You feel like what I’ve always dreamed of. Something good.”
I gasp, back arching. We’re in sync, driving and pushing, and I can’t take much more. He goes deeper, raising my hips slightly, and that little pressure slams a jolt of pure bliss straight down my spine hot enough to burst the orgasm building in my core. I come, legs shaking, but he’s not finished with me. He keeps going, taking me deeper, rolling me onto my belly and fucking me from behind.
He spanks my ass and I think of lying in his lap, letting him manhandle me as he grips my hips. He kisses me over my shoulder, one hand in my hair. “Tell me you won’t ever run from me,” he whispers as he fucks me. “Say you won’t ever run from me, my little wife.”
“I won’t,” I gasp, panting, ready to say whatever he wants to hear so long as he keeps fucking me.
“Say you’re mine. Say you’re all mine.”
“I’m yours. I’m your wife. Fuck me, husband.”
He roars, drives harder, and I come for a second time. He moans as he stiffens, and I feel him spill deep between my legs, and together we collapse onto the bed with his arms wrapped around me.
