I work my fingers faster against my clit.
This is so, so good.
Between my hypersensitive clit and his finger in my ass, I’m flying.
“I—I’m close,” he says. He tightens his grip around my waist, controlling the ride while finger-fucking my ass with determination.
“Oh God…”
“You’re close?”
“Yes.”
“Come hard for me, kitten.”
His wish is my command.
Every muscle in my body tightens and I scrunch my eyes shut as pleasure shoots through me.
“Oh, Phoenix.” I repeat that over and over again as I freefall.
I lose myself in the most intense orgasm of my life. And that says a lot, considering my new husband has been more than generous.
Phoenix picks up the cadence.
Thrusting hard against me.
My muscles clench and clench, pushing him over the edge.
“Goddammit,” he says as his hips lift off the chair, taking me with him.
I wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto him.
“Jesus. Kitten. Oh, fuck, your pussy is so fucking good. Fuck. Take my cum. Take it.”
He comes roaring, spilling his cum deep inside my pussy.
We stay tangled this way for a long while, both of us desperately trying to catch our breath.
“God, that was intense,” I say.
“It always is between us.”
We’re a match made in heaven.
He pulls away from me. “Thank you for saving me from that boring conference call.”
I run my hands through his messy hair. “My pleasure.”
“I’m sporting freshly fucked hair?”
“You are.” I let out a small laugh.
“So are you, my naughty queen.” He leans in and bestows a tender kiss on my lips. “You’re the perfect wife, Michaela.”
He said those words to me yesterday, but they didn’t cause this unfamiliar pang tugging at my heart.
Four days into this marriage, and I’m starting to hate our fake arrangement.
