“You can, sweetheart, and you will.” He pinches my nipple with his free hand, and I cry out. “I told you I wanted you to scream my name when you come.”
“Ohhh…I…”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. Third time, baby.” He spanks my ass lightly, the unexpected sting tipping me over the edge. I shatter hard, screaming out his name, my walls convulsing and clenching uncontrollably around him.
I’m still crying out my pleasure when he roars behind me, driving himself deep. With both hands on my hips, he holdsme in place while his cock floods my pussy with hot, unending pulses, filling me up completely.
When he’s finally done, he collapses over me, still inside, both of us panting. He eases out slowly and gathers me against his chest as we roll to our sides, breathless and slick with sweat. His arms hold me tight, our legs tangled.
“Three,” he murmurs, his voice rough.
“That was…” I shake my head and nestle back into his chest, savoring his warmth.
“Didn’t know what you were missing, huh?” He chuckles. “You’re absolutely glowing, Maisey.”
“That was…unreal.” I don’t want to think about later, tomorrow, or even the ring that is currently on my left hand. Because now I have a new problem. Not only do I now knowexactlywhat I’ve been missing by never having an orgasm, but I’m also afraid that the cowboy I’ve accidentally married may have completely ruined me for any other man. Ever.
I spin in Travis’s arms, so I’m facing him. He brushes a lock of hair off my cheek and kisses me gently.
I may have to deal with reality and the consequences of my actions in the morning. But for a few more hours, it’s just the two of us. And after all, itisour wedding night.
Chapter Six
Travis
Iwake with the sun, despite the fact that we’d only fallen asleep a few hours earlier.
Habits and all that.
If I were on the ranch, I’d already have been up for an hour and in the barn.
But this fancy hotel suite is most definitely not a barn, and despite the fact that she’s my little filly, the woman in my bed is definitelynota horse.
She is my wife.
Wife.
Holy shit.Thathappened.
And the hours of sex consummating our union also happened. The pleasant tingling in my balls is proof of that.
I slip from the bed, careful not to wake her, and pad into the kitchen of this ridiculous suite. The only thing in the fridge is more bottles of Bodacious Bubbles and a few bottles of water. I’m pretty sure we both had more than our share of bubbleslast night, so I grab the water and take a minute to order room service.
She’s going to be hungry. Multiple orgasms will do that to a girl.
And damn, did she ever come hard.
Over and over and over.
I don’t even try to hide the pride I feel for being the first man to give her that gift.
And the last.
The thought comes out of nowhere, and I shut it down as quickly as it comes because this is over. This fun little husband and wife marriage game—and ithasbeen fun—will be ending as soon as we sign on the dotted line to get the annulment this morning.
That was the deal. It’s what she wants.
But is it whatIwant?
