Page 39 of Taking His Heart

“Right,” Daniella agrees. “But seriously, CJ, I need you to put that dick of yours inside me before I burst.”

“I’m here to service your every need. That’s the job of a husband.” I line my cock up with her entrance.

“Yes, and I lucked out with a husband who has a great work ethic, one I know won’t slack on the job,” she tells me.

I sink my cock into her. Slowly. I don’t want to rush this. Fucking my wife for the first time should be an event to savor. Something to lock in the memory bank.

“Fuck, you feel good. This pussy of mine is fucking perfection.”

“Yours?”

“You. Are. Mine,” I tell her. “My Wife.” I pull out and thrust back in. “Mine.”

“Yes!” Daniella moans. “Yours.”

As much as I wanted to hold back, to take this slow, I can’t. She feels so fucking good. And before I know it, I’m fucking her with every ounce of energy I have. “I’m going to need you to come, Dani. I want to feel your pussy milking my cock.”

“Shit, don’t stop.” Dani’s hips rise and fall, her movements meeting me thrust for thrust. Her nails dig into my back, scratching down the center of my spine. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s drawn blood.

Daniella doesn’t need to tell me not to stop, because fucking my wife is going to be my new priority in life.

“I fucking love you.” My lips slam onto hers. I feel her body seize up, and her pussy convulses around my cock as she comes.

Seconds later, I’m following her over the edge, spilling my seed inside her. I roll on to my back and drag her on top of me, without breaking our connection. I’m not ever going to be ready to have my dick leave her cunt.

“I love you,” Dani whispers as she presses a gentle kiss to my lips.

“Thank fuck,” I grunt when she leans on me.

“Shit, CJ.” Daniella sits up and stares down at the dressing on my abdomen. “You’re bleeding. This shouldn’t be bleeding still,” she says.

“It’s fine. I just overdid it,” I tell her.

“It’s not fine. We should call a doctor.”

“I don’t need a doctor. I’ll just change the dressing.” Cupping her face in my hands, I make her eyes connect with mine. “I’m fine,” I assure her.

“You would tell me if you weren’t, right?” she asks.

Not a chance in hell.

“Of course I would,” I say, putting her mind at ease.

Chapter Eighteen

Iwake up feeling like I’m in a furnace. I’m draped over something hot. No, not something. Someone. And then it hits me. CJ. I married CJ yesterday. Holy shit. I got married.

I peek an eye open and carefully look up at him. My attempts of trying not to wake him are futile, because he’s awake, staring right back at me.

“Morning,” he says.

I sit up and pull the sheet over my naked body. “Morning.” My hand lands on his chest. His skin is hot to the touch. “Why are you so hot?” I ask him.

“Because I have a hot-as-fuck wife sleeping naked on top of me,” he says.

“You could have pushed me off.” I frown. “You don’t look good, CJ.”

“What every man wants to hear from his wife’s mouth,” he mutters sarcastically. “I’m fine. I just need a shower and maybe some Tylenol.”