“I love you,” she whispers.
“Always,” I say, pulling her close again, kissing her one more time, slower and deeper. Although I’m panting when we finally part, for the first time in years, I can breathe.
We stumble out of the small, intimate wedding reception, the world spinning as the champagne and the whirlwind of the day catch up with me. Chris’s arm is wrapped around my waist, steadying me as we make our way to the car. The night air is cool against my flushed skin, and I can’t help but giggle at the thought of what lies ahead.
“Daddy doesn’t like you drunk, baby,” Hawk murmurs, a low, teasing growl in my ear.
I turn to him, a playful smile on my lips. “Not drunk… just happy,” I reply, my words slurring slightly as I lean into him. He chuckles, the sound deep and rich, sending shivers down my spine.
The drive to the hotel is a blur, filled with stolen kisses and gentle touches. By the time we reach our room, I’m buzzing with anticipation, my body already aching with need. Chris swipes the key card and eases the door open, his hands finding my hips as he pulls me against him.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind us, Chris pushes me against it, his body pressing firmly against mine. His lips crash onto mine in a passionate, all-consuming kiss. I gasp, my hands tangling in his hair as he devours me.
“Daddy’s been waiting long enough to taste his wife,” he growls against my lips, his voice laced with desire and possession.
I chuckle, my body melting into his as I respond, “You’ve tasted me plenty, Chris.”
He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark and intense as he looks down at me. “You, yes, but never as my wife.”
Chris gathers the full skirt of my wedding gown, the delicate satin bunching at my waist as he lifts it. He dips his head, his stubble rough against my inner thighs as he nuzzles and kisses his way up them. A feral growl rattles from him as he hooks his fingers under the delicate lace of my—barely there—panties to slip them to the side. He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up to him.
His tongue flicks out, tasting and teasing, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I cry out, my back arching off the door as he licks and kisses, his mouth working magic on my most sensitive spot. “Yes, Daddy…” He sucks my clit into his mouth and grinds his tongue against it. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving me gasping and needing more. “Don’t stop…”
Chris’s fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he feasts on me. His tongue swirls and probes, and my fingers tug tighter in his hair. The pressure is building, a coil of pleasure tightening in my core as he brings me closer andcloser to the edge. “Come for me, baby.” He growls the low, commanding rumble against me. “Let Daddy taste your sweet cum.”
He firmly licks the flat of his tongue over my clit, and I come so hard my toes curl. My heel clatters to the floor as it drops off my foot, the sound lost to the rush of blood in my ears.
Chris doesn’t stop. He continues to lick and suck, his tongue relentless as he draws out my pleasure, sending me soaring to new heights. “My wife has such a delicious fucking pussy,” he groans his appreciation against me.
He kisses up my body, his lips trailing a path of fire over the fabric of my dress. His fingers find the laces of my corset, pulling and tugging as he works to free me from the confining garment. “We need to get you out of this, baby,” he huskily whispers. “Because I’m seconds away from just bending you over the bed and fucking you in it.”
I giggle, my fingers reaching behind and trying to help free myself of the boned structure. The dress slips over my hips, falling into a pile of tulle around my ankles. Hawk’s hands roam my body, his touch possessive and gentle as he explores every curve and crevice. He lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed and tossing me onto the soft mattress with a playful grin.
I bounce slightly, a giggle escaping me as he quickly strips from his suit. Hawk climbs onto the bed, his body covering mine. He kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he devours me once again. I can taste myself on him, a heady, intoxicating flavor that sends a new rush of wetness between mythighs.
Chris’s cock presses against me, hard and insistent, as he aligns himself at my entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he fills me, stretching me wide as he claims me once again. I cry out, my body clenching around him.
“Do you feel how hard I am for you? What my beautiful wife does to me?” He pushes deeper until he bottoms out inside me, and every inch of him is throbbing inside me.
“So hard and thick,” I pant, my body slowly accommodating him.
“I love the way you feel around me, so tight and wet.” He begins to move, his thrusts deliberate, deep, and slow. “You’re mine. This perfect little pussy was made for me.”
He inches deep and stills, his breath blowing hot against my neck as he kisses the length of it. “Every inch of me belongs to you,” he whispers against my ear, his hips rolling and grinding against mine. “But every inch of you belongs to me. To pleasure and use as I please.”
“I don’t remember that in our vows,” I breathlessly tease as my lips drag along his shoulder.
He works his hips, blissfully sliding every girthy inch in and out of me as his hands roam over my body. Tenderly, he traces my curves, a sharp contrast to the filth he whispers in my ear as he denies me time and time again.
“I can feel your desperation. That perfect, tight pussy quivering around my cock. Silently begging for me to fuck you harder and deeper.”
His movements are slow; each thrust an agonizingly enjoyable reminder of what he isn’t giving me. “Don’t worry, little wife. I’m going to make you come so hard,you’ll see stars. And then I’m going to do it again. I’m going to make love to you all night, my wife. Over and over, until you can’t remember your own name.” His voice drops to a whisper, his words a filthy promise. “And then I’m going to fuck you until all you know is my touch… my love… my possession.”
He begins to move again, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm as his fingers trace delicate patterns over my body. Every brush of skin sends shivers down my spine to the release pooling deep in my core.
He brings me to the brink of ecstasy over and over. But each time, just as I’m about to tumble over the edge, Chris eases back, his movements slowing as he brings me down from the heights of my pleasure.
“Daddy wants to play with his good little wife a while longer,” he breathes against my skin as he nips and sucks at my neck.
