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I placed my hands behind me, fighting the anguished breathing, shocked when he lowered his head, pressing his wet lips against the inside of one thigh. I shivered violently as I remembered one time when a man hadn’t taken no for an answer. It was a bad memory I’d managed to lock away until now, the experience one of the worst of my life.
Which was why as a heated blush rolled up from my toes, I was almost sickened by the extreme wave of lust tearing through me. I continued fighting the building shame from my wanton needs as his hot breath wafted across my silk-covered sex. There was no doubt he knew how wet I was, my damp panties clinging to me.
As the embarrassment continued, I wanted to look away, to drive my mind to a place of protection while he finished the dirty deed. But I couldn’t. He was so handsome, so tender in the way he touched me that I was mesmerized by every action he took. “Fuck you.” I barely recognized my own voice any longer. Who had I become?
“Don’t be nervous,” he said quietly. Softly. But the deepness of his voice was still overwhelming. “I won’t hurt you.” When he lifted his head, he took his time sliding his fingers to the thin lace of my thong, the heated look on his face increasing to something more primal as he slipped his index finger underneath. “You are beautiful, from your dark curls and quirky smile, to your long legs and voluptuous figure, and especially your pretty pink pussy.”
Issuing another growl, he refused to take no for an answer, pressing his entire face into the silky material. Another moan slipped past my pursed lips and I couldn’t help myself, rolling my fingers through his thick strands of hair. I threw my head back, allowing a nervous laugh to erupt. He rubbed his thumb across the sensitive crease of my thigh as he worked his tongue with the material, pushing it past my swollen folds.
I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t fake it. I couldn’t… If that was the truth, then why was the desire so intense?
He was ceremoniously unraveling all my inhibitions, the time he was taking exactly what I needed. When his thumb slipped under the elastic, finding my throbbing clit, I let off a series of strangled sounds.
“Oh. Yes. I…” I licked my parched lips, fighting the beautiful sensations as if enjoying this was a bad thing to do.
“You can let go around me, my sweet wife. I’m going to break you down and build you back, igniting the fire I sense is burning deep within. Then I’ll do it all over again.”
Desire lodged in my throat, making it impossible to respond. He pushed my legs further apart, his upper lip curling as he tugged at my thong, pulling it ever so slowly past my hips. I couldn’t blink, could barely breathe as he pulled the soft material down the length of my legs, ripping it the rest of the way off. As he brushed his hands along my calves once again, he widened my legs, smirking as if he’d opened a present on Christmas morning.
Every action he took was deliberate, lowering his head as his breathing became as ragged as mine. When he blew across my aching pussy, I let off a strangled whimper, which he took as approval to have his way with me.
The first flick of his tongue across the tender tissue of my clit was enough to send another wave of dazzling electric jolts through every muscle and cell. I was already on fire, my mind a complete blur as he swirled the tip several times before pulling the swollen tissue into his mouth. I couldn’t stop gasping for air as he used his thumbs to open my pussy, exposing every inch of my vulnerability.
There was something so sinful about watching the huge man feasting, every sound he made carnal. He lifted his gaze, locking his eyes with mine as he rolled his tongue up and down the length of me, the growls he issued a reminder he was nothing but a savage beast. I had a sense the man was going to devour me whole and I wasn’t certain if I had the strength to fight him. Why should I? This was allowed. I’d married him. I’d signed the marriage license with a trembling hand.
As he buried his head in my wetness, I issued a strangled gasp, realizing I’d given him more than just my approval. I’d offered my body to a man I didn’t know as if there was no other choice. In truth, there wasn’t. I’d made a deal with the devil, choosing to accept the marriage. I couldn’t go back on my word. At least not now. Every sound he made pushed me further into a sweet vacuum where all time stopped, my mind a significant blur.
Processing what was happening between us would take time, but tonight I would allow myself to bask in the sweetness of our coupling. Every sound he made was illicit, adding to my feeling he was nothing but a primal beast. I tipped my head back, staring up at the ceiling as he continued licking me fervently. He returned to my clit, sucking with such fervor that I cried out.
“Oh, God. Oh…”
He licked and sucked, driving several fingers inside my tight channel and I tossed my head back and forth. The flames of desire and shame wrapped around me, searing every nerve ending. I allowed myself to become lost in the sheer pleasure, half laughing and half moaning as he tormented me with his wicked tongue.
I was more lightheaded than before, my blood boiling as his actions became rougher. He dug his fingers into my skin, lifting my feet off the floor.
“Come for me, my lovely wife. Come hard.”
His command was something that my mind wanted to deny and ignore, longing to keep him from believing he had that much power over me but there wasn’t a chance. My body was a treacherous beast that knew no shame. My lungs were suddenly constricted, my throat closing as the sweet rush of ecstasy tore through me.
“Daniel. Oh, God. Daniel.” It was the first time I’d screamed out his name in sheer bliss, but I knew it wouldn’t be the last. He had more control over me than I could imagine, pulling me to a release that left me panting for air.
My core exploded with fire, my womb constricting almost painfully as the sensual man refused to stop, every sound he made more intense than before. He was enjoying his moment of unraveling me, a warrior who’d managed with ease to force his opponent to surrender. Stars in the brightest colors floated in front of my eyes, the ache in my body intensifying as he refused to let me go.
My slight scream was muffled, fearful that his staff would hear me, that they’d consider me weak when I was stronger than anyone realized. His tongue continued assaulting me for another full minute, only slowing when I stopped shaking.
He pressed his lips against one inner thigh then the other, chuckling once again as if he’d won this round between us. He continued pumping his fingers inside as he lifted his head at the same time as I did. There was something so deliriously filthy about the way he licked my cum off his lips.
“You taste as sweet as I knew you would.”
Why was it that his sinful words enthralled me as much as the man himself? I struggled to keep my composure as he rose to his feet. The way he reached for his belt drew my attention, the expression on his face keeping me on the pinnacle of insanity. After unfastening the thick leather strap and unzipping his trousers, he reached behind his head, yanking his shirt off and pitching the unwanted material to the floor.
As he’d done with tasting me, he took his time in unfastening his watch, placing it on the nightstand, a slight smirk curling on his upper lip. We couldn’t seem to take our eyes off each other, the heat between us building to an explosive level. He was even more beautiful than I’d imagined, his chest and arms perfectly chiseled, sculpted from days of hard work instead of the gym. My mouth continued to water as I longed to trace the tattoos running down one side of his chest with my fingers.
The black rose intermixed with vines added to his dangerous persona, not that I needed a representation of how ruthless he was.
When he finally lowered his trousers and boxer shorts, I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out. His cock was even more of a creation of beauty, a gift from God, the tip swollen and purple. Pre-cum was glistening in the flickering candlelight, the sight of his full arousal keeping the edge of excitement burning brightly.
After peeling away his pants, he fisted his cock, stroking up and down the length from the base. I remained on my elbows, studying him as intently as he’d done to me.
