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“I like casually touching your bite,” I told him. Touching it, I’d feel the ghost of his teeth on my skin. It was as if he were always with me, but the bruises and marks had faded fast. Like flowers, they needed watering and attention.
“Hand back on the window,” he ordered.
I put my hand back. He leaned over and dug his straight teeth in where my shoulder met my neck.
“I miss seeing them,” he confirmed, as he scraped his teeth across the tendon and then gave it a long, smooth lick to make it all better.
“I wanted to suck on this since I saw you in your bedroom,” he ducked his head and nuzzled my neck. His large palm soothed over one buttock. “But I knew if I touched you, I’d fuck you, and I swore to myself I wouldn’t fuck you until I got my ring on your finger. I’m getting you the biggest diamond ring in existence.”
I lifted my hand, staring at the simple gold band we’d purchased at the chapel. “I love my ring.”
“That’s sweet,” he said with a snort of disbelief. “But I’m getting you a huge one anyway. It’s a message to every man who lays eyes on you.”
“So possessive,” I quipped.
He languidly suckled and nipped at my neck until he was satisfied. “Lift your dress. I’m going to fuck you right here, against the window. I want the whole world to see my slutty little wife getting railed against the window.”
“Yes,” I groaned, yanking my dress up to my waist, the cool air conditioning whisking over the crackling heat of my skin before I brusquely pushed into his hand. His hand slipped down and a thick finger tapped lightly on my clit before pressing in between my pussy lips.
My belly tightened in excitement. Oh, God, that felt good. I missed him so much, and my body shuddered in anticipation, in desperation to have him penetrate me. There was a flutter between my legs, begging, pleading, supplicating.
His other hand slammed down beside mine, followed by his forearm as he pushed against me. I felt his arousal against my lower back, his fingers spearing me.
It was good, but not nearly enough. I needed to feel the stretch and burn of his shaft parting my silky, wet flesh, pliant and ready for him. Feel him thrusting deep, his body surrounding me, his cock dominating me, satisfying me.
My pussy pulsed as my hips twitched from side to side, seeking more friction. His breath gusted out harshly against the side of my neck. Ahh, he liked that. I did it again and he nipped the side of my throat. I gave a little moan, and he laved the bite with his wet tongue to soothe the pinch of pain.
Attacking my mouth, he yanked my panties down my legs. I stamped my feet to get them free.
Spreading my thighs, I displayed myself.
I heard a groan, followed by the sound of a zipper.
“Fuck, baby, you know how to torture a man,” he murmured.
“I’m presenting myself. Isn’t that what you want?” I asked, angling my head so he could see the flutter of my lashes.
His breath hissed as his hot, stiff cock prodded against my wet slit. I pushed back against him, attempting to rush him. His large palm smacked across one ass cheek as a warning. I bit down to stifle the sound of surprised pain mixed with pleasure.
“Don’t do that,” he threatened and then gave me a hard kiss. “I told you, every fucking sound you make is mine. Fucking mine, and I want them. Every single one of them.”
To emphasize his point, he shoved inside hard, splitting me in two. I loved the burn of that stretch, the first time he entered me after our hiatus. It wasn’t like the night he took my virginity, but it was a tight fit.
I glanced over my shoulder and watched as he pulled out of me slowly until only the fat crown of his thick cock was lodged inside, his face going slack as he riveted his gaze to the point where our bodies merged.
“Fuck me, look at this pussy, spread tight around me, and my cock, baptized in your fucking juices,” he growled as he sank back into me.
His hips punched into me, his cock sliding into my soaking wet hole.
I moaned in gratitude. I needed it hard and fast, but Tatum chose this moment to tease and torture me with slow thrusts. Thankfully, after a few minutes, his control frayed, and he slammed into me, again and again.
“Why does this cunt have to be so fucking good?” he growled.
Thrust.
“Wet.”
Thrust.
