“Come for me, my beautiful girl,” I kiss her gently, rolling my hips to give her everything she needs, “That’s it,” I praise when her lips part and her pussy begins to convulse on my cock.
“You’re so beautiful, Olivia.” I tell her, “So perfect.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she stifles her cry, and her lids fall closed. I don’t demand for her to look at me this time, I just watch her, watch as her brows knot and her eyes squeeze, her perfect pussy fluttering and gripping my cock with her orgasm. I keep thrusting through it, until pleasure zips down my spine and I groan, dropping my head into the crook of her neck. I suck her skin into my mouth, biting down as I come in her, filling her up once more, marking her both inside and out.
Her nails scratch at my scalp, her breaths coming out hard and fast and when I’m spent, I take a moment, my cock jerking inside of her as I hold my weight off her.
Then I slip from her, pushing up to stare down at her face. She looks up at me lazily, lids hooded over dark eyes, fatigue relaxing her features. My thumb runsover her bottom lip before I push up, walking to the bathroom.
When I return, warm wash cloth in hand, she’s in the same position, sleepy eyes watching me.
I gently part her legs again, swiping up the insides of her thighs, removing the evidence of me from her skin before I then wipe over her pussy, cleaning her up.
“Thank you,” She breathes.
“Get into bed,” I order her softly.
She shuffles and wiggles, moving over the mattress until her head hits her pillow and she sighs into the comfort.
I head to the bathroom again, tossing the cloth into the sink as I wash myself up and then I’m back at the bed, pulling back the sheets, making her move since she’s spread out on top of them. Her hair is still wet, but she doesn’t seem to care.
When we’re both beneath the sheets, I reach for her, hesitating since this is new but when she doesn’t flinch or move away from me, I bring her closer. Her arms are wedged between our bodies, fingers pressed just beneath my clavicles and her face is buried in my neck where she inhales deeply, seeming to settle even further.
I smooth down her hair, trying to detangle the knots for her though my fingers can only do so much. I should brush it for her, I think, but I won’t move her now. Another time. I’ll do it for her another time.
“I still hate you,” She whispers, pressing her lips to my Adams apple.
My mouth kicks up into a smile, “I’m sure you do.”
“You can buy my dress,” she says, snuggling in further.
“You’re going to let me buy you a dress?” I say incredulously, “If only I knew fucking you into oblivion would make you more agreeable, I would have done it a long time ago.”
She huffs, “I want my money back.”
“I’ll have it transferred tomorrow,” I promise her. “But I’m still buying the dress.”
“You can still buy the dress,” She agrees.
“Will you show it to me?”
“Not until the event,” She admits, “It’s a power move.”
I chuckle, “That good, huh?”
“That good,” She nods softly, “Good night, Malakai.”
I sigh, twisting a wet strand of hair around my finger, my other hand flexing where it rests on her hip. She feels too damn good in my arms, like this is exactly where she belongs.
My wife.
Bringing my hand away from her, I twist the wedding band on my finger as I kiss her head and inhale the sweet scent of her. “Good night, kitten.”
Chapter Thirty-four
Me: Dear future ex-husband, I loathe you.
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