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She tosses her head. “I’m Gen Z, and I get the impression you say half the things you do just to shock me.”
Damn, she caught me there. “I admit, I enjoy seeing that wide-eyed expression on your face when I say something that’s out of your comfort zone,” I say slowly.
She doesn’t seem surprised. “Is that why you decided to use a butt plug on our wedding night?”
“No, that’s because I have a preference for anal”—I hesitate— “and m-a-y-b-e I wanted to see what your reaction would be if I used it. Not to mention, I figured I might as pull off the kid gloves and show you how depraved I am.”
She tosses her head. “It takes more than a butt plug to shock me.”
I stop myself from smiling. She’s perfect, my wife. So spunky, so able to put me in my place. I couldn’t have chosen better. And if I’m not careful, I’m going to fall in love with her, and I can’t afford that. I want her in my life; and sure, I feel a connection to her. Doesn’t mean I’m going to make myself completely vulnerable.
Once more, in a bid to change the direction of my thoughts, I cup her cheek. "Wait until I tie you up spread-eagled and pinch your exposed clit.”
She flushes crimson. Her pupils dilate. “Jesus, how can you be so... so...”
"Explicit? Dirty? Salacious? Vulgar?" I smirk.
She shakes her head. "I was going to say upfront."
"My front will be up yours soon enough." I waggle my eyebrows at her.
She bursts out laughing. "That was such a NSFW dirty dad joke."
It’s my turn to stare. "Did you refer to my pun as a dad joke?"
"A dirty dad joke."
"And what does NSFW mean?"
"You mean, you don’t know it stands for Not Safe For Work?" Her eyes round. "How do you not know that? Oh, wait—" She snaps her fingers. "I forgot, you’re old."
"Old, hmm?"
She giggles. "Ancient, actually."
I grab her hand and place it over my crotch. "Does that feel ancient to you, little Raven?"
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No, it doesn’t. The thick rod under my palm feels angry, hard, and eager. It feels too big, too much, too everything. It feels full of life. It feels like it wants to fill me up and impale me with such force, I’ll feel it at the back of my throat. It feels… Immense and overwhelming, and also, strong and devastatingly forceful. It feels like him. It feels like it’s going to hurt when he tries to fit that monster cock inside of me. And how I'm going to enjoy every bit of that burn. How I can’t wait to give him my virginity.
I can’t wait any longer to be his completely, and yet—a shiver of apprehension runs through me.
“Make sure you don’t give up everything too easily. Keep a little of yourself from him. Nothing like a little enigma to keep the marriage interesting, know what I mean?“ Imelda’s parting words echo in my mind.
Once I give myself to him, once I submit, will I find myself again? Will I lose my identity and everything I am to him?
I begin to move my hand away, but he lays his palm over mine to hold it in place. The warmth of his fingers bleeds into my skin, and it’s reassuring. Which is strange, because the thickness under my palm is anything but. He leans in and, but for where I’m touching his cock with his hand on mine, we’re not touching at all. His breath sears my cheek.
I lower my gaze to his mouth—that mouth which is more often than not in a straight line meant to convey his displeasure, that finely sculpted upper lip which hints at an austere nature, the illusion of which is shattered by that puffy lower lip. The one I want to sink my teeth into.
My intent must show in the way I’m staring at his mouth for he lowers his voice to a hush and growls, “Do it.”
Constellations of desire pinprick under my skin. Without allowing myself to think, I close the remaining distance and bite down on his mouth. He doesn’t flinch. Not even when the coppery taste of blood fills my palate. I look up and into his eyes. Our fingers intertwine, and he moves my palm down the length of his hardness. He grows bigger and wider, if that’s possible. Heat sears my skin. My throat dries.
"See what you do to me, Raven?" He rubs his nose against mine. "You make me feel like I’m a teenager who’s going to blow his load in his pants."
