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OZ
My dick is hard, and my balls are aching by the time I wake up the next morning. I’ve never had so much sex or craved so much more in my whole life. If the Barnetts are this consumed by their wives—and I know they are—how the fuck do they all have time to work and run businesses? I’m considering retiring and spending the rest of my life just fucking my wife like it’s a full-time job.
The last few days have been a series of highs and lows. I know that right now Etta is riding the high of all the orgasms I’ve been giving her. But sooner or later, she’s going to crash and start to question the rash decisions she’s made since she stepped back into my world.
Last night, Danny inadvertently dragged our past into our present by bringing up our parents. Honestly, having a practically estranged relationship with both of my parents has left me jaded about how others interact with their families. It’s almost a force of habit to assume that everyone hates their parents as much as I do.
I assumed that Etta wouldn’t bother telling her mom and Bruce about us getting married. Now that assumption feels pretty fucking stupid. I convinced Etta to marry me because it’s what I wanted and needed, but beyond the desire to possess and claim her, I didn’t consider what our lives would look like other than us being happy together. Rockhead Point feels like a world all on its own. This town and its occupants have become my home and family, so considering an outsider’s impact on our lives here seems almost ridiculous. But Etta has things and people outside of this community that she’s a part of now.
She sees her mom, my dad, and their kids on the holidays. Does that mean she’ll want to do that this year? Will I be alone on our first Thanksgiving and Christmas together? The idea that she’d pick them over me makes me feel furious and nauseous in equal measure.
Etta is mine. She’s my wife and, hopefully soon, the mother of my children. She’s my possession—mine—and thinking about sharing her even for a moment is almost more than I can bear. But will I have to? Will I have to learn to accept my dad’s toxic presence in my life to appease my wife? Will she expect to take our children to spend time with him?
No.
The single word fills my mind with a vehemence that’s so strong I feel myself flinch. Exhaling a shaky breath, I run my fingers along her bare shoulder, assuring myself that she’s still here, that she’s not leaving or choosing them over me. At least not yet.
The desire to breed her as soon as possible barrages my thoughts. If she’s full of my kid, she can’t leave me. A baby will bind her to me and this town even more permanently than the rings I put on her finger and the wedding I coerced her into.
All I need to do is keep her here, keep reminding her over and over why we belong together and why she belongs to me. Soon she’ll fall as in love with me as I already am with her, but until then, I need to smother all of her doubts with lust and love and need. I’ll give her a thousand orgasms and fuck her until she’s incoherent and too tired to move, if that’s what it takes to remind her that me and this town are her only choices.
My dick hardens even more when I firm my resolve to show her how much she needs me. She finally fell asleep last night before I’d even forced her to come one last time to keep all of my cum inside of her. Instead, my own body succumbed to sleep with her heat still wrapped around my cock. The feel of her sleeping, vulnerable body pressed to mine is fucking perfection. She’d welcome me if I pushed into her sex, but I’d rather take her wide-eyed desire over her unconscious submission any day.
“I love you,” I whisper against her neck as I carefully roll her onto her back and straddle her, my hard dick brushing over her mound as I position myself between her thighs. There’s a faint stubble rash over the sides of her breasts from where I spent time nuzzling and sucking on her perfect tiny tits. Her nipples are a dark pink color, with a small bruise forming below her right peak from my teeth.
Bending down, I run my tongue over the small tattoo that’s inked between her pert breasts. I don’t really know what it is, but the swirling line that travels down her sternum is both sexy and infuriating at the same time.
She already told me that Octy is the one who did her tattoos, but the idea of her bearing these perfect little tits for anyone who isn’t me makes me feel fucking feral. I want to bite and mark her so she knows that her body is for my eyes only. But I can’t punish her for something she did before she gave herself to me.
Instead, I brand her with my touch and scent, lapping at the ink again before I lick a path to her nipple, sucking on the tip until it elongates, standing erect and taut from her chest.
A soft sigh huffs from her parted lips, and she rolls her head to the side, lifting one arm above her and dropping it beside her head. Her brow furrows when I turn my attention to her other nipple, sucking and licking until her breasts are a matching pair of pert, aroused temptation.
I’ve never considered how any woman would look with piercings, but for the first time ever, I imagine how sexy Etta would look with sparkling jewels adorning her pretty little tits. Would she like it if I sucked the rings into my mouth or tugged on them with my fingers?
Discarding the fantasy that will never come true, because I’ll kill anyone who gets to see her topless, I slowly lick and nip my way down her body, smiling broadly when she fidgets, lifting, then spreading her legs wider for me even in her sleep.
“Etta, baby, wake up for me,” I coo, drawing swirling patterns over her stomach with my fingertips.
“Hmmm.” Her sexy little sigh comes the moment I part her folds with my fingers and blow a stream of cool air against her clit. The hood is partially pulled back, and I fight the urge to scrape my teeth over the bundle of nerves just to see how quickly I can make her come.
“I need to see those sexy blue eyes,” I drawl, leaning down and licking her clit with the flat of my tongue.
Her back arches, and the hand beside her head lifts and reaches for me. The moment her fingers find me, she stiffens, and her eyes flash open. “Oz,” she croaks sleepily.
“You taste fucking sweet in the morning,” I rasp, licking her again.
“Shower,” she mumbles.
“No. You taste like me from all the cum I fucked into you last night. You taste fucking perfect.” Dipping my chin, I lick a path down to her sex, then push my tongue into her channel as I start to fuck her with it.
“Oh,” she moans low and rough.
“Wake up, Little One, and I’ll make you come, then fuck you until you can’t remember your own name or anything but the feel of my cock and the taste of my cum.”
Her sleepy eyes go wide, and I smirk, finding her clit with my thumb while I tongue fuck her hole.
