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“Why? Did I do something wrong?” She twists her hands in the t-shirt she is wearing, showing how nervous she really is.
“It was the best sex of my life,” I reply, tilting her chin up so she is looking at me. “But I was very rough and I’m sure you’re sensitive. One night won’t kill either of us.”
“You said I was making my own choices.” She throws my words back at me, lifting her perfect ass off my lap with a glare. “I want to have sex.”
She rips the t-shirt over her head and throws it in my face. She is stunning. My fingerprints bloom on the skin of her hips and my bite mark on her neck. I swear I wanted to be a gentleman, but a man only has so much control.
And mine just ran out.
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Autumn
I know I’m pushing my luck and tempting a beast. But I want to know if any of my previous experiences with him are anywhere near what the rest will be like. Was my reaction real or a circumstantial thing? Will his cock really fill me as well as I remember? Most of what happened was a blur—last night and today—but I do remember intense pleasure tinged with delicious pain. Is that normal?
I want to experience him without pressure or rules, without the need to mark and mate me. I want us to be two people just doing what is natural.
Jonah’s eyes darken as he prowls closer to me. I contemplate backing away, but he already has me. He lifts me with ease, and I wrap my legs around his waist like it’s the most normal, everyday thing in the world.
“You need to tell me if anything hurts,” he mumbles against my skin, kissing along my neck and over his mark.
“Okay,” I reply breathlessly.
“Promise, little wife. Or I’ll stop right now.”
I don’t believe a word he says. Already his long strides are carrying us back toward the bedroom we will share. But I give him the words he so desperately needs.
“I, I promise,” I mumble, my nipples rubbing against his shirt.
He drops me on the center of the bed unceremoniously. I don’t even know how we got to the room. I watch him strip out of the t-shirt shirt he is wearing, exposing his chest to my gaze. He is what I would call fit. He doesn’t have a boy’s six-pack, but he doesn’t have my father’s gut either. There is a dusting of light hair across his pecs, and I can’t wait to play with the hair while I lay on his chest.
“Spread your legs,” he says, staring at the juncture between my thighs.
“Why?” I ask, clamping them together.
I don’t like the idea of him looking at me down there.
“Because I want to see that pretty little pussy. I want to see if you are slick for my cock. And because your husband wants to taste his wife.”
His filthy words do something to my insides. I didn’t know men actually spoke like this. It’s something I’ve only ever read in romance novels, the ones I hid under my bed so my father wouldn’t find them.
I let my thighs fall open, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment. He may have seen me naked and been inside me, but this is still new to me. The look of lust on his features quickly dispels any awkwardness I am feeling. He looks at me like I am the only woman on earth, and it makes me feel beautiful and desired.
“I can see your slick,” he mumbles, rubbing his hand across his mouth before looking at me. “Have you ever sucked a cock, wife?”
I shake my head, watching with rapt attention as he undoes his belt and jeans. I don’t even know when he changed. He doesn’t push his pants to the ground, just lowers it a little, allowing the intimidating appendage to spring free. I watch histhick length bob before standing straight out, pointing at me. My nipples tighten at the sight and more slick pours from my body.
“Come here,” he says, his voice low.
Sitting upright, I scoot to the edge of the bed, waiting for his next instruction. “Touch me.”
I gently wrap my hand around his length, not wanting to hurt him. But Jonah wraps his hand over mine, applying more pressure. I look up at his face and it looks like he is in pain.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Fuck, no.” His hips thrust forward into my grasp. “I’m trying to calm down. Fuck, that feels good. Your hand on me feels fantastic.”
I stare with rapt attention as he works his length in and out of my hand. A bead of pre-cum coats the tip and I don’t even think through my action before I lean forward and catch it with my tongue. It’s salty but sweet. I’m not sure I like it, but I don’t dislike it either.
