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His lips are swollen red and his hair’s a mess. It’s unbelievably sexy to see him so completely undone, and I damn near spiral when he lowers his mouth to my lace-covered fingers.
Rowan licks the fabric while I finger myself, sucking it between his lips as I inch closer to the point of climax, but before I reach it, he grips the sides, and yanks them down over my knees and feet.
“Switch hands,” he demands.
I’m writhing, eyes rolling. “Why?”
“If I’m going to watch you fuck yourself, it’ll be with my ring on your finger.”
My chest flames at the possession in his tone, and it only pushes me closer and closer…
“Fuck. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” His tongue flicks my engagement ring before threading through my busy fingers, and that coiling spring inside me tightens. “I want to see how beautiful it looks while you’re coming.”
“I’m going to,” I whimper. “Right now—Yes!” The edges of my vision fade with a crashing, forceful release.
I know the moment he gives into his carnal urges when his voice rumbles, “Feed your cum to me.”
I’d be a damn liar if I said I didn’t love this animalistic side of him. The way he inhales my scent as I swirl my fingers deeper and then glide my residual orgasm onto his wicked tongue. His teeth graze my fingers before he sucks them clean.
“Spread yourself.” That hot whisper feathers across my fevered center as I do as he’s asked. “Wider… Right there. That’s perfect,” he says, and then his mouth is on me.
I moan gutturally, slapping the piano lid with my free hand, lost in the pleasure of him mouth-fucking me with wild, unrestrained possession.
“I’m going to find a way to tattoo that sound on my body,” he says between one torturous lick, then another. “Come for me. I need to hear it again.”
His tongue flicks the apex of my parted fingers, nestled right above my clit, and another succession of frenzied sparks fills my core.
One finger replaces his mouth, and he expertly massages my g-spot, slowly at first, until he’s smirking with satisfaction.
“I think my wife can take two.” I gasp at the sensation of those thick fingers working me faster, harder until I’m arching off the piano, crying out for him. “You’re doing so well, kitten. Squeeze me harder.”
A second orgasm splinters through me, chasing the tail end of the first. But if I thought I was getting any reprieve, I was sorely mistaken.
“I’m not finished with you yet.” He chuckles at my confusion, licking his fingers again before standing. “Not even close.”
Rowan
I lift Molly off the piano and carry her over to the couch. Removing her dress is easy, considering I all but ruined it, but it doesn’t matter. There are plenty more where that one came from.
Her luscious taste lingers on my tastebuds, and if it weren’t for my throbbing cock, I’d spend the rest of the night worshiping that sweet pussy until she was too limp to move.
She wobbles on her feet, completely naked and covered in the bruises I left on her tantalizing breasts. Her hips are soft, flaring like the top of a heart before ending in a point at the apex of her thighs.
My focus narrows on her glistening slit, and every part of me longs to possess her.
Not yet.
I take my time removing my shoes, socks, and the rest of my tux beneath the salacious stare of the woman I’m struggling to keep my heart from.
I studied my soon-to-be wife while she slept on the plane, memorizing the curves, dips, and hollows of her features. I softly traced the birthmark she was furious with me for exposing, and my chest filled with pride at her bravery.
More than that, Molly has helped me realize that I want to experience life the way she does. I want to feel life the way she does.
And that starts with relinquishing control.
Goosebumps rise along my thighs when I grab her face and kiss her deeply. Her palm latches onto me while her tongue strokes the last of her cum from my mouth.
It’s excruciating to realize how much more she means to me than a contract. This will all come to an end once we’re officially married, but Molly will be a scar on my heart that I’ll cherish forever.
