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I feel his cock press into me then, my soft moan filling the air as he starts to rock me against him. The poor guard driving us can hear everything, but I could care less. I want my husband and I want him right fucking now.
“I want you to tie me up when we get home,” I whisper into his ear, his hands gripping my thighs from beneath my dress.
He groans into my chest, licking at my skin as he grips and rocks me against him.
“You’re going to be the end of me, woman, but dear god, how sweet that ending will be,” he says before he claims my lips once more.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
Lori
He carries me into the house with me over his shoulder again, this time his palm swats my ass gently and I have to bite back a moan so that the guards won’t hear me. He carries me up the stairs and down the left side of the hallway, walking me into a wing that I have not yet been in before. Once the hallways darken and narrow, I realize this must be where his room is and for a moment, I become curious.
Although my desire for him is building, a new desire surfaces. One that wants to know more about him, one that wants to see his cologne collection, what his closet looks like, if his bathroom is organized. Small little details that make up the man that I love, the man that I’m choosing to spend the rest of my life with. I’ve spent this last month staying at my family home. I haven’t been able to come back here to his mansion to really explore all of its glory.
He stops at the end of the small hallway, opening up a black set of double doors. Immediately, I hear the heels of his shoes click against the marble flooring. When I look around from my spot on his shoulder, I realize that everything is black and white. Literally everything. The floors white, the walls white, the bed large and modern with black linens sitting in the very center of the room. I see the outline of a black fireplace, two black couches and two glass end tables. I see two sets of doors, one I’m assuming is to his closet and the other to his bathroom. Apart from that, there is nothing else. Everything is incredibly bare and modern, simple unlike the complex man who resides here.
“Remind me to call an interior designer,” I grumble and he laughs, swatting my bottom once more before dropping me on his bed.
He stares at me for a moment, the heat of his gaze warming me from head to toe as I lay there in my wedding dress.
“Are you going to fuck me now, husband?” I giggle, biting my lip as his gaze lands on my cleavage.
“Patience, wife. I want to see what you have on under this dress,” he groans, one rough hand grabbing my ankle before it slides up my leg and stops at my thigh, his fingers gripping my lace garter.
“Fuck,” he curses, the air charged with electricity.
“There’s more surprises past this,” I whisper, wanting him to take my dress off already so he can gaze at the white silk lingerie that I have on, just for him.
He bends and kisses my knee, pulling the skirt of my dress up so that his lips can travel to where his fingers rest, his teeth biting at my garter as I sigh. He pulls it away from my thigh with his mouth, tearing it slowly off my leg before he tosses it to the floor. I spread my legs wide for him now, both of his hands pushing my dress up to reveal my silk covered pussy. A low growl leaves his lips and I swear, this is what royalty feels like when you kiss their hands and bow to them.
“All fucking mine.” Pulling my dress over my head, I lift my arms and let him free my body from its confinement.
He lets it fall to the floor, his knees now resting on the bed in between my spread thighs, the heat of his eyes traveling from my breasts down my torso. I have on a white, silk corset that pushes my breast up to my collarbones with matching silk panties that barely cover me. He takes all of this in with greedy eyes and animalistic sounds. When he bends over me to kiss a path from my breasts to my navel, I swear I’m going to melt into the bed.
“I want to feel your mouth on me,” I whisper, a chuckle leaving his lips as he stops at my hips.
“My mouth is on you, baby,” he says and I roll my eyes.
“You know what I mean,” I say and he shakes his head, his long hair brushing against my sensitive skin.
“I don’t. Maybe you should tell me.” Crawling up my torso, he stops and looks at my face, his chin resting on my breasts. “In detail.” I can’t help but tremble beneath him.
“I want you to kiss my pussy,” I say, batting my lashes at him, wanting to drive him as wild as he’s driving me.
I’m assuming my words worked because as soon as they leave my lips, he pushes me all the way up the bed, stepping off to undress quickly. When he crawls over me, I feel his naked flesh and my legs instinctively spread wider, waiting for him. His hard cock brushes against my hip bone and I moan against his mouth as he bends to kiss me. I feel his hands reach mine, pulling them above my head before something silky wraps around them in a knot.
“My tie,” he says, answering my unspoken question as he ties my hands to the headboard.
He moves his mouth from my lips down my throat, making me dizzy as he licks and bites the entire way. When he reaches my breasts, I groan because he takes one of my nipples into his mouth through the silk of my corset. I don’t know why I find it so hot, but it’s the ultimate aphrodisiac. He pulls both of my breasts from the lingerie, the silk bunching beneath them as he takes his time suckling them both, my body writhing beneath him as the wet spot on my panties grows immensely.
“Marco, please!” I beg, dying to feel his mouth on my cunt.
He smiles against my skin. “My bride is impatient.” He bites down my torso while his hands start to pull down my soaked underwear, pulling them slowly down my legs until they’re bunched in his hand. I watch him lift them, my eyes locked and confused when I see him bring them to his face. When I hear him inhale, I swear I’m launched into another world. A place where I live to desire him, crave him.
He throws my panties behind him and lowers his face between my spread legs, his hands gripping the skin of my thighs as his breath covers my exposed, wet pussy. As soon as his tongue snakes out and circles my clit, I scream. He presses me down into the bed, licking me from opening to clit as I quiver against him, his growl vibrating against the sensitive, wet flesh. When he starts to kiss my cunt like he would my mouth, all sloppy and demanding, my climax threatens to overtake me.
“I’m not going to last long,” I warn, my voice a breathless whisper.
