“Oh, fuck…” The words slip from my lips as I sink as deep as I can into her sweet pussy.
She’s hot and tight, and so fucking wet. I drop my forehead to hers, my arms trembling from the effort to not lose it completely and fuck her like a man starved.
And I am. I’m fucking starving.
I could fuck her a million times and I’m still going to be starving for her. Because I can’t get enough of her.
Not in a billion fucking years.
I start to move, my hips rocking forward, slow at first, then controlled and deliberate.
She bucks against me.
She wants more.
So I stroke deeper, so she feels every thick inch.
“You feel what you do to me?” I growl against her throat, teeth grazing her skin. “You feel how crazy you make me?”
I thrust into her harder and she cries out, her fingernails raking down my back.
Her thighs lock around my waist and I hit deeper.
I grind into her, every thrust claiming her, worshiping her.
“God,malyshka,” I groan, her cries hitting higher and higher with every deep thrust.
She sobs out my name as she comes, her body arching, every muscle locking around me as she unravels.
I keep going. I want to give her everything. My pleasure. My pain.My fucking life.
Then I come, roaring against her throat, my hips jerking, my body shuddering, my cock pulsing hard inside her, and filling her with everything I have.
Sweat pours off me, my chest rising and falling against hers as I catch my breath. Her fingers stroke through my hair as the silence settles thick and perfect between us.
“Tell me you don’t regret it,” I whisper against her throat.
“Regret what?”
“Marrying me.”
Her lips part, but nothing comes out. She’s thinking, and it’s killing me every second she says nothing.
“Say you don’t,” I growl, brushing my lips along her jaw to the tender spot beneath her ear. “Say you don’t before I go insane.”
“Youareinsane,” she whispers with a smile.
My teeth graze her neck. “That’s not an answer.”
She’s deliberately torturing me.
She clamps her palms either side of my skull and lifts my head so she can see my face.
“Being married to you is absolute craziness.”
I can’t help but grin. “Are you’re surprised?”
Her smile is beautiful. Because she enjoys toying with me. “I mean, I only met you three days ago.”
