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“No,” she replies without an ounce of hesitation, “don’t stop.”
“Are you sure?”
Her pussy clenches around me as she bites her lip. “Absolutely.”
My lips melt into hers, needing to be impossibly closer as I resume claiming her. Right now, she’s mine. I want to ruin her, to have her thinking of me any time another man touches her.
No.
Fuck that.
I’ll be the last man to touch her.
She’s mine.
Possessiveness courses through me. We need to find a way out of this mess; there’s no way in hell I’ll walk away from her after everything that’s happened. I break our kiss, trailing my lips down to her neck, and mark her for the whole damn world to see. As I draw her soft skin into my mouth and suck hard, she cries out in pleasure, clamping tightly around my cock.
It’s too much, and to my own detriment, my balls tighten, and I come hard, painting the walls of her pussy with my cum. Almost immediately, she moans, gripping my back, but there isn’t the same warmth from last night when she pulsed around my fingers, drenching my lap.
“Jaclyn,” I growl, “what was that?”
“I came.”
“You didn’t come.”
“Yes, I did,” she insists, but she’s so full of shit.
“I’ve been hard since the moment I agreed to marry you. Two days of blue balls will make any man come too fast. You came for me yesterday, andthat?That wasn’t an orgasm, princess.”
“Sorry, I’m just used to—” She hisses as I carefully pull out of her and slip two fingers into her pussy, keeping my cum inside her. “What are you doing?” she rushes out as I begin kissing down her body.
Drawing one of her nipples into my mouth, I keep it between my teeth as I reply, “What does it look like I’m doing?” I curl my fingers, and her delicious moans fill the room.
“Kiss me again,” she whimpers, and I continue my torture. Keeping my fingers inside her, I slide down her body, and she laughs, tangling her fingers in my hair. “I askedyou to kiss me.”
Once my face is between her legs, I lick two firm, slow circles around her clit. “You never said where.” I could spend my lifetime between her legs, and it wouldn’t be enough. Her hips buck once, seeking more.
“You came inside me,” she breathes but makes no move to stop me.
“You seriously think I fucking care? Now, be my good little wife and come all over my face. If you dare try to fake it with me again, you won’t be able to sit properly for a week.”
After a morning in bed, Jaclyn and I venture outside the villa to try a seafood restaurant on the water that the resort concierge recommended. It’s intimate with a spectacular ocean view, the perfect quiet place to spend time together where we can be ourselves.
The host leads us to a square table on the patio. When he steps away, I push in the chair for Jaclyn, and she winces as settles into her seat.
“Perhaps six is your limit,” I whisper, peppering soft kisses down her neck.
“One. One is my limit,” she grumbles.
“I respectfully disagree, Mrs. Blake,” I retort with a chuckle and take the seat next to her. She glares at me, but I ignore it. Attempting to hide my smile, I open the menu. “What sounds good?”
“I’m not Mrs. Blake and”—she lowers her voice—“how are you so chipper and not exhausted?”
Not looking up from the entree page, I slide my hand onto her thigh. “For the next two weeks, you’remyMrs. Blake, and I think you can give me one more.” I slip my hand under her dress, pushing it up as I glide my fingers along the inside of her thigh.
“Alex!” she whisper-shouts, gripping my hand and holding it in place.
“Yes?” I lean in and press a gentle kiss on her bare shoulder. “Are you already wet for me again?”
