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Paige
Wow.Now what? I knelt beside him. I literally had the man of my dreams tied up. Naked. Begging me to claim him. Cock out, up and ready to ride.
Except, I felt lost. This was a tradition. An Insurian rite and I had no idea what I was supposed to do. So I asked.
“What now?” I lifted my gaze to his. “I mean, I know what to do, but what if I do the bonding wrong?”
He shook his head. “No. You can’t do anything wrong. You take your pleasure from me.”
I could do that, but this was our wedding night. A bonding ritual. What if I messed it up? Fucked him wrong, or out of order, or–
He must have sensed my continued doubt, he offered, “Ride my face, perhaps?”
Ride his face.
My eyes widened and my pussy clenched at the suggestion. “God, yes.”
I didn’t need further instructions. Shimmying my hips, I worked my panties off, then straddled Addan’s chest. He was so broad that I sat upon him. I knew I was smearing my sticky juices all over his skin.
I watched as he swallowed hard, as if saliva pooled in his mouth with the need to taste. He loved eating me out, but this way would be different.
But I wanted it. So, so badly.
Reaching out, I grabbed the headboard above the knot and crawled my way up his body. Up. Up. Up, until I hovered over his head, my legs pressing into his ears.
I met his gaze, then lowered my hips.
The instant my pussy came in contact with his mouth, his tongue flicked out. Licked, sucked. He couldn’t hold me in place. Couldn’t sink fingers deep. I didn’t need either to come.
No. I’d been so aroused and close to orgasm ever since I saw him among the guests at the wedding. No. That wasn’t right.
I had been hot and frantic for him since he sat down in his desk chair. Since he’d opened up the front of his pants and pulled his cock out.
My hips started to move instinctually, and it wasn’t long before I was all out riding his face, working myself on him until I came. Any embarrassment or restraint I might have had evaporated with the hungry moans coming from his throat, the aggressive movement of his tongue. The way he arched his chest off the bed to shift me closer.
“Yes. Addan!”
My head flopped down between my shoulders as I caught my breath, but remembered Addan was probably suffocating.
Quickly, I shifted back so I sat upon his torso again.
He wasn’t dead from being pussy smothered. No, he was smiling, his lips and chin glistening. His eyes were glazed with lust. Desire.
“More,” he demanded. “Claim me. Fuck me.”
Yes. I wanted that, too.
Reaching back, I gripped the base of his cock as I moved into position. I hovered over him, then rocked so the broad head ran through my slick folds. Worked his full head back and forth through my wet heat. Rubbed the head of his cock against my clit.
“Tease,” he bit out.
His fists were clenched so hard his knuckles were white. Every muscle in his body was taut. Jaw clenched. Sweat dotted his brow.
I didn’t sink down. I dropped. A reverse thrust, so he filled me completely in one go. My thighs rested upon his.
“Yes,” I breathed.
