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She shivers against me, and I run my palms up and down her arms. “How much longer before I can take you to bed?”
“Only a couple more hours.”
I groan and spend a few more minutes with her, watching the sun melt into the icy horizon. When we’re ready to rejoin the party, she picks up the hem of her gown and we take our time trekking off the lake.
When we finally say goodbye to everyone, I’m practically shoving people out the door. As soon as the lock turns, I throw her over my shoulder and haul ass to our bedroom. She bounces when I toss her onto the bed and spreads her thighs. Gazing down at her, I remove my tie, unbutton my shirt, and push the suspenders off my shoulders, letting them fall at my thighs. She simpers.
I’m going to undo that column of buttons up her back and work her over in every way imaginable. With my thumb, I caress her tattoo. I love this woman.
“Thank you for not covering your freckles today... Now why don’t you push up that white dress, Mrs. Teller, and show me how wet you are.” I help her shove the billowy fabric out of the way, and my eyes nearly bulge at the hot-as-fuck bridal lingerie.Goddamn.
She props up on her elbows and pushes her stiletto against my chest. “Show me you’re worthy,Mr. Teller. Put your face between my thighs and find out yourself.”
My dick is so hard it hurts. It fills my chest with warmth to see her holding her ground with me. I’ll happily get on my knees and do anything she asks. She’s mine and I’m hers. Falling in love changed us.
I smirk, and my hand finds her throat so fast she jumps, her heel digs deeper into my chest. “I’m going to eat this fucking cunt becauseIwant to. Don’t forget,wife,in the bedroom, you kneel forme.”
Standing, I stride to the plush navy high-back chair near the dressing mirrors and sit. I lean back and beckon her with two fingers. Her chest heaves with excitement even though she glares at me from across the room. With a tight jaw, she pushes off our bed, prowls over, and plants her feet in front of me with hands sweetly laced behind her back. I twirl my finger in a circle, and she turns, facing away. Palming the sidesof her breasts, I slide down her sides and over her ass, admiring the shape of her curves. She’s trembling, and her flesh pebbles as I unhook the pearl buttons, starting at the base of her spine.
I work quickly, after the last pearl, the gown tumbles to the floor in a pile around her sexy satin heels. I hold out a hand, and she grasps it while stepping out of the dress. My hands graze up and down her legs. I loop my thumbs into the lace garter belt and thong and drag them down her toned thighs; then spread her cheeks and loll my head to the side, admiring her plump glistening pussy and swiping a finger over her arousal. Her shudder puts a smug grin on my face.
“Grab your ankles.”
She bends and clasps her calves. Her spine arches when I dive in and devour her from the back, dipping my tongue inside to lap her up. I’ll never tire of this. For the rest of my life, Jordan will be the first thing I touch when I wake up and the last thing I taste before I fall asleep. It’s cute how fast she submits when I’m sucking her clit.Not so bold now, are we?
Her moans drive me wild. With one arm safely braced around her, my fingers plunge inside, she’s drenched. I sink my teeth into her ass, and she screams out. I’ve been looking at her all day, my patience is running thin. Curling my fingers, I peek around to glimpse her face. Her mouth drops open and thighs quake, shaking the stiletto heels as she takes her first orgasm of the night.
I smack her ass and spin her to face me. “Get on your knees and open your mouth.”
When she does, I grip her neck and spit her cum into her own mouth. “Taste that?”
“That’smy worthiness. The taste of my bride greedy for her husband’s cock.” Heat flashes in her eyes, and I drop aloving slap to her cheek. “My wife’s such an eager little cumslut, even for her own pussy... God, you’re perfect.” I kiss her lips, and she mewls against mine.
“Everything but the heels and your wedding ring.”
Thank Christ I’m sitting, because the way she grins at me when unhooking her shelf bra, makes me weak in the knees. Those nipple piercings are begging me to play with them.
“Now take out my fat cock and suck the way I taught you.”
She unzips my fly, releasing pressure from the zipper against my ladder. My erection bobs out, she spits on it, and rolls her tight fist over me. I groan and cup her cheek. “That’s right. Be my dirty fucking wife.”
As soon as her lips seal over me, my eyes roll back. This woman could suck the chrome off a tailpipe. “Fuck, Jordan.”
She moans around my length, and I pluck her nipple piercings, making her breasts jiggle. My palm rests on her throat, the diamond necklace tattooed on the back of my hand is centered perfectly with her neck, and I smile. My fingers tangle in her hair as I move with her, and she gradually hands over control. I increase the tempo, and we regard each other with endless trust and love. Her big brown eyes are fixed on mine, and my heart explodes for her. Her eyelashes flutter as I stroke her temples and praise her loud enough to hear over the glucking sound that soon fills the space.
“You have the sweetest fucking tongue . . . So precious, giving me control . . . That’s it. Every inch . . . Yeah, whimper those sounds I love so much . . .”
The filthier I speak, the more she moans and shivers. I love how my praise affects her. Tears roll down her cheeks, and she drools a little. This woman is remarkable. I tug her hairback, pulling her off me so she can catch her breath. She gasps and pants, with trembling fingers on my knees. Her mouth opens again, and she nods when she’s ready for more. I cup her chin and push between her lips. Pretty manicured nails dig into my thighs, and I roar as I fuck her mouth, relishing the pain of her scratches.
“Deeper . . . You like that, don’t you? Of course you do . . . So goddamn beautiful . . . I know it’s hard, baby, but you’re doing so well . . . ”
When my balls draw up, I swipe my thumb across her chin and haul her into my lap, our lips crash together as she whines for more. My hand travels between her legs, and I smile when her arousal is practically dribbling down her legs. Gripping her ass, I stand and carry her to our bed where she leans against the pillows like a goddess. She looks like an angel—a sinful angel about to be well-fucked—but an angel, nonetheless.
One at a time, I unclasp the straps of her heels and press a kiss to each ankle.
“I want to be loved and fucked by you, every day, for the rest of my life,” she whispers.
“Try and stop me.”
