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With my father giving me no indication that he would arrange a marriage for me, I figured somewhere along the way I’d meet a man and fall in love. I expected to be my own woman and make my own decisions because my father ignored me. Ironically, it’s my husband now who is giving me a chance to live my dream.
What about love?
Lost in that thought, I shut the water off and slide the glass shower door open to grab a towel. Lachlan stands there holding the towel open for me. Our eyes lock and I let him see me. All of me. Without words, he wraps me up and lifts me into his arms. Kissing me, he carries me to his bed.
My warm, wet body hits the mattress. “I’m getting everything wet.”
“Who cares.” He kisses me deeply, our tongues tangling.
“We have to hurry, right? You’re meeting Griffin?” I squeak.
“I changed my plans,” he says, his voice thick with lust. “My wife comes first.”
I press my lips to his and breathe deeply. “You’re so sweet. But you should be naked, too. You already made me come. I want to make you come.”
His chest heaves, and he bares his teeth like a wolf. “I won’t say no to that.” He sits up to pull his shirt off.
He strips and stands in front of me, naked. God, he’s gorgeous. His hard, thick length juts out and bobs from the apparent weight of the thing.
Stroking himself, he growls, “I want your mouth around my cock, right fucking now.”
Sitting up on the side of the bed, I lean forward to lick the plummy tip. The feel of velvet on my tongue has me slipping it entirely into my mouth.
“Fuck, Katya,” he groans and throws his head back. “Oh yeah, baby.”
“Keep going?” I ask, licking the underside, my tongue running over thick veins.
Ribbed for her pleasure.
Don’t need that in a condom with these ridges that will hit my nerve endings perfectly.
“Aye,” Lachlan rasps, fingering my wet hair. “Don’t stop.”
I work him with my mouth as much as I can. Miraculously, I get my lips around him and focus on my breath. Relaxing my jaw, I let him slide all the way in until the tip bumps the back of my throat.
“Aw fuck,” he moans. “Aye, keep going. Right there.”
I suck hard, the friction warming his skin.
“Katya, I’m gonna come.” He grips the base to remove it from my mouth.
I listened to girls in stretching clinics when they think I’m meditating, how men love coming in a woman’s mouth. I grip Lachlan’s butt and lock my lips around the shaft.
“Oh, yeah, Katya. That feels fucking amazing.” He throws his thick biceps over his head while his hips rock. “You wicked, little wife, take my cum down your throat.”
Warm, salty spurts hit the back of my throat, and I swallow it all down.
Lachlan roars with pleasure, and I smile, proud I got him to this point. He’s ridiculously handsome, brooding, and smoldering. I reduced him to a moaning maniac!
At an event last year, I heard a couple of women whisper how they’d love to be thrown down by him and just…fucked. Yet, here I am, getting him off in our bed. Just me. Only me.
He pulls me up and crashes his mouth down on mine. When he pulls away, a sense of loss startles me.
“Keep kissing me,” I say, leaning back on the bed, reaching for him. “Hold me.”
Shuddering, he says, “I think I need to be held, Katya. That orgasm blew me away.”
“I blew you away. Literally.”
