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I grab her chin and tilt her face up, letting my temper get the best of me. “Can’t you just act like a normal fucking bride for ten fucking seconds? These traditions might not mean a thing to you, but they mean something tome.”
Her gaze softens, only for renewed anger to blaze through them. “You want me to act like a real bride?” she asks, slowly dragging her hand down my chest. My abs tense under her fingers, and a hint of victory flashes through her eyes as she hooks her finger into the waistband of my suit pants.
Fuck. Just having her hands on me like that is enough to make me hard, and I fucking despise how much she revels in the knowledge. Celeste pulls me closer, and I go willingly, my knees hitting the edge of the bed.
Her eyes meet mine, and that provocative gaze of hers makes my heart skip a beat. “What’s next? Are you going to ask me to suck you off like a good little wife? It is our wedding night, after all.”
I gently move one of her stray curls behind her ear, wishing her hair was loose tonight so I could grab it the way I want to. “You know what? I think I will.” She sucks in a breath when my hand wraps around her wrist, my eyes on hers as I push it down until I’ve got her palm pressed against my erection.
“For a man who claims to hate me, you’re awfully hard,” she snaps, throwing the words I spoke in Hawaii back at me. Her breathlessness undermines the anger she tries to cling to, and I can’t help but grin at her as her fingers clutch at my zipper. I thought she’d end her charade here, but her gaze darkens as she takes out my cock, satisfaction flashing through her eyes. I inhale sharply when she looks up and presses her hot mouth to the tip, her tongue darting out for a taste.
“Don’t take it personally, sweetheart,” I murmur, irritated by the power she still has over me. “I get hard for every wet, eager mouth that comes near my cock.”
For a split second, I’m sure I see pain flicker in her eyes when she looks up at me, but all it does is make me want her more. I want her at my mercy, begging for me. “I really do hate you,” she whispers, her breath caressing my sensitive skin.
“And I like you a lot better when that vicious mouth of yours is too preoccupied to speak.”
Her eyes flash, and she slowly drags her tongue down, torturing me. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, my low moans indicating how badly she’s making me lose control already. “You want me, don’t you?” she whispers, her breath making my cock tingle.
I tighten my grip on her neck and tilt my hips, making my cock push up against her lips. “Shut the fuck up and suck your husband’s cock, Celeste. We both know you want to.”
I push harder, desperate for what she’s teasing me with, and something flashes in her eyes. She opens up, letting me slip into her hot little mouth, and I groan when she clamps down on me, sucking hard as her tongue explores the ridges, finding every sensitive spot with ease — like she remembers everything the way I do.
“Fuck,” I moan when she takes me deep, my hand slipping up her nape and into her hair. I keep her in place and pull out, only to push back into her mouth harder, fucking her face while she looks up at me in that stunning wedding dress. “You’re so good at this, Mrs. Windsor.”
She moans and looks up at me, with something an awful lot like possessiveness in her eyes. I smirk at her, well aware that her tongue is so sensitive this’ll turn her on like crazy.
“Look at the way you’re sucking your husband’s cock, Celeste,” I murmur, pulling back so I’m nearly slipping out, only to push back in deeper, sliding down the back of her throat gently, carefully. She takes me the way she used to, swallowing around me with pure lust in her eyes. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” She sucks harder, her moans vibrating in the most amazing way. I could come just like that, and she knows it, loves that I’m at her mercy.
“Come here,” I murmur as I pull all the way out and take a step back. A displeased whimper escapes her lips, and she’s so fucking sexy with that pleading look in her eyes.
I hold out my hand for her, and she looks like she wants to disobey me just for the hell of it, but then she does as I ask and stands in front of me, her gaze defiant. Sometimes it’s like I don’t know her at all, but right here, right now? She’s an open book. My wife is mad that she wants me, desperate for more, and unwilling to ask for it.
Her breathing is shallow, her eyes on mine as I reach around her to rip her dress off, sending buttons flying all over my bedroom. My wife’s dress pools around her, revealing the deep blue lingerie she’s wearing, complete with the sexiest garters I’ve ever seen, and for a few moments, all I can do is stare at her. “I thought you didn’t care about traditions?” I ask, mesmerized. She’s so fucking beautiful, it’s unreal.
Something flickers in her eyes, and she straightens her shoulders, emboldened by my gaze. “I do — for the right man. I didn’t buy this for you.”
Her words take a moment to register, but when they do, searing pain cuts through my chest. Knowing it was never meant for me is fucking maddening, but the mere thought of Clifton seeing her in this, of her taking his cock the way she just took mine… it fucking wrecks me. My touch is rough as I grab her shoulders and turn her around, unwilling to show her my torment. “Get on your knees,” I snap, pushing her forward.
She stumbles and gasps before obeying, victory flashing in her eyes as she looks back over her shoulder tauntingly, her ass up in the air for me. How many times have I had her like this, begged her to let me fuck her in this position? She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I grab her ass and knead, my touch rough as my thumbs tease her soaking wet panties. She moans as I push the fabric aside. “What would Clifton say if he saw you like this, hmm?” I coat my fingers in her wetness, harshly circling her clit a few times. “Look at how wet you got just from sucking me off, Celeste. I barely even touched you.”
She whimpers and bucks her hips to get me where she wants me. I obey her silent commands and drag two fingers around her clit, trapping it in between them as I tease her and build her up slowly. Five years, and her body still responds the same. “Zane,” she moans, andfuck, it’s so fucking exhilarating to hear her say my name like that. “Please,” she whimpers when she gets close, her tone betraying how hard it is for her to ask for it.
I smirk and pull my hand away. “Do you want to come for me, Celeste?” I ask, my tone harsh and demanding as I tap her pussy with my cock, rubbing up against her the way she likes it, the tip pushing against her clit with every movement.
“Yes,” she moans. “Please, Zane.Please.”
I’ve always loved bringing her right to the edge, just to see how she begs for my cock. I drag my cock back, leaving her throbbing clit alone, and she whimpers. “Who do you belong to?” I ask, grabbing her hips to keep her in place. If she keeps moving like that, I’ll slip into her before I’m good and ready to, and I’m not done toying with her.
“You, Zane,” she instantly tells me, breathing hard. “Only you.”
I slip a fraction into her, earning myself a delicious moan. “That’s right, baby,” I murmur. “You’re mine.My wife.”
I pull back out and grab the base of my cock, sliding the tip against her hard, rubbing up against her clit in a way I know she can’t resist. “Please,” she begs. “I’m so close, Zane.Please. Give it to me.”
I chuckle, unable to help myself. “I love it when you beg like that, Celestial,” I murmur, before thrusting into her, burying myself deep inside my wife just as I tease her clit with my wedding ring. She moans my name as her pussy constricts around me, squeezing hard as she comes for me.
