Winnie shifts in her sleep, rolling onto her back, the faintest sigh slipping from her lips. The sound of it goes straight to my gut, tightening and spreading to my chest. Her cherry red lips are parted, relaxed, completely void of the stress she’s been feeling the past three days since the wedding. Our wedding. The best day of my life. I hate that the end was ruined for her with the threat from the Bianchis.
For the past three days, every spare moment of my time has been spent going over the property with Squirrel and setting up our default plans with Bullet. Karma took off for New York, Marco Bianchi’s last known location, and is hoping to intervene before he can cross state lines into Tennessee. The club is on lockdown, and anyone with families has been evacuated. Our top priority is to stop a war before it lands at our doors, and to be prepared for anything. Prez and Jester have been busy calling in favors and requesting that if anyone has contact with Marco that they detain him. We’re under constant surveillance.
There is no doubt in my mind that Marco plans to come after Winnie. Not when I know how deep his infatuation with her runs. I’ve seen and heard about the steps he took to keep hertied to him for so long. He most likely sees her new status as a slight to him, that she rejected him. He’s been made aware that she’s legally mine, and he understands the ramifications if he tries to harm her or take her from me. But as a man who is just as obsessed and possessive of her, I wouldn’t let her go either, which is how I know he’ll come.
Winnie moves, her leg hiking up, causing the sheet to pool around her waist. My lips tip up in a salacious smile as she unknowingly bares more of her golden, naked skin to me. I’ve waited long enough. Rolling to my side, I slide my hands over her shoulder and down her arm while placing my lips against her back. She makes the faintest sound, and I watch her, waiting for the moment her eyes open and find mine. My hands move lower, down the curve of her side into the dip of her waist. She feels silky soft and heated everywhere I touch her, and my dick throbs in response. She stirs, and I use that momentum to shift her onto her back. Her lashes flutter, but she stays sleeping.
“Finn,” she murmurs in her sleep, voice soft and groggy. I need to feel her, to taste her.
Lifting myself above her, I use my arms to scoot down until I’m resting between her thighs. I nudge them farther apart, making room for my shoulders. “I’m here, Daisy.”
This time, her eyes slit open, those chocolate irises are molten amber when they find mine. An adorable blush spreads on her cheeks when she sees just how close to her pussy my face is. “Morning, husband.”
Her words fucking undo me, and something between a growl and a moan escapes my lips. My hands tighten at her waist while I lower my mouth to her pussy, placing a kiss right on her clit. She jolts and bites her lip. “Morning, wife.”
She smiles at me as one of her hands moves to the top of my head, her fingers stroking through my hair. “You look so good when you’re lying between my thighs.”
I smirk up at her darkly, watching her pupils darken, while her pink tongue swipes across her bottom lip. My mouth finds the inside of her thigh, and I leave an open-mouthed kiss there, tasting her sweet, faintly salty skin. A soft, breathy moan slips from her when I drag my tongue from that spot back down toward her pussy. My tongue flicks over her clit, and I hungrily devour her slick folds, tasting and teasing her tight hole while she writhes under me, grinding against my face. The hair from my beard gently scrapes against the inside of her thighs each time, and I know it will leave marks for her to admire later. Her back arches off the bed, and her hands tighten in my hair. She’s close. I can’t take it anymore. I have to be inside her to feel her come with me.
I move up her body quickly, silently laughing when she huffs in annoyance, before my mouth latches onto one of her nipples.
“Oh, god, Finn,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I move to her other breast, giving the other nipple the same treatment while I roll the other between my fingers. Her head tilts back against the mattress, and the sight of it drives me crazy. I kiss over her collarbones and up the graceful span of her neck, letting my teeth scrape the delicate skin lightly. She moans, and her legs hitch up against my sides. With one hand, I pinch her jaw and tilt her head down, before bringing my mouth down on hers and claiming her in a slow, dirty, devouring kiss. I swallow down her little pants of air while she grinds the lower half of her body against my hard cock. Before she can get herself off, I move to her side and roll her body so she’s facing away from me.
“Finn!” she cries out, my name sounding both breathy and frustrated.
“Be a good girl, Daisy. I need to feel all of you when I make you come,” I tell her and slap my hand against her perfectass. She jolts, backing into me, with a desperate moan. I smirk against the back of her neck before digging my teeth into her skin lightly, and watch as shivers race across her skin.
“Please, Finn.” She lets out a soft, reverent whimper. “I need you inside me.”
My wife has no idea how much she completely undoes me. One of my hands wraps around her throat as I pull her tightly back against me. The other grips her leg and opens her wide, placing her leg on top of mine. I slap the top of her pussy quickly, and she gasps. I do it again, before dragging my fingers through her folds, feeling how hot and slick she is. Reaching down, I palm my cock, lining up the tip with her entrance and sliding inside her, slowly at first. My body is strung tightly, and the tight, silky feel of her leaves me gasping. My heart thuds loudly against her back.
Her hand lands on my waist, her fingers digging into the skin there. “Faster. Please, husband, make me come hard.”
“Fuck, Win,” I grunt against the underside of her jaw, before quickly sliding my hips back, then pushing deep inside her, fast enough to make her gasp. Her pussy spasms, gripping me like she wants to keep me inside of her forever.
My hips move with reckless, demanding need, thrusting into her over and over. My grip on her neck flexes. My other hand moves over her hip, tracing her healing new ink. I love her tattoo, love tracing the F+W letters that she permanently etched into her skin amongst the swirl of stars and a singular daisy. The second I do it, her hand moves along my rib cage, feeling my new mark as well. The one I created that immortalizes her against my skin. A smaller pair of cowgirl boots, decorated with daisies, and her name engraved on the sole.
Moving my hand up, I squeeze her full tits, one at a time, and loving the way her body trembles in my hold, while I toy with her nipples, before moving back down her belly and finding herclit. She chants my name over and over while my fingers circle and pinch the hard little nub, while I piston into her until she’s shaking, clenching, and finally coming on my dick.
“You’re so perfect coming just for me, Winnie. You take my cock so well. Every time just gets better and better,” I murmur, my voice rough while I slide my hands all over her, touching as much of her skin as I can find.
Her hands grip the sheets and my side while her muscles tense and ripple around me. She lets out a broken cry, and I groan at the sight of her coming apart in my hands. Once she’s done, I grab her jaw, angling her head back so her eyes are forced to mine. “Eyes on me, Win,” I growl, rolling my hips until I’m as deep inside her as I can get.
Her eyes are hazy and unfocused, and I lean down, pressing my lips to hers. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. “You’re mine, Win. Every fucking inch of you. Watch me fill you with my cum.”
Her eyes drop down, her grip firm on my wrist, while I thrust harder, fucking so deep inside her it's like my body has a mind of its own. I want to fill her so completely that she never forgets who she belongs to. “You were made for me, Daisy,” I rasp. She whimpers in response, and the soft noise triggers my release. I come harder than ever before, shoving myself deep and staying buried inside of her. My arms tighten around her, feeling every rise and fall of her chest against my bare hands.
Winnie’s body melts into mine, and together we come down slowly. I bury my face in her soft, golden hair, breathing deeply.
“Well, that's one perfect way to wake up in the morning,” she giggles. It’s soft, light, and perfect.
“I don’t want to get up,” I murmur, and she swats my arm gently.
“You owe me breakfast, Finn.”
I sigh and move to untangle my limbs from hers slowly, until we’re lying side by side, our gazes meeting. I can’t stop touching her, my fingers brushing her hair back from her face. “Alright. Shower first, then I’ll make you food.” She grins and jumps up from the bed.
