After the wedding ceremony, Delaney, Laurent, and Calderone had slipped away like the spies they were. Jack wasn’t sure when he would see them next. But he was glad they were each on their own path to happiness…just like he was.
Lottie wound her arms around his neck.
“How does it feel to be a husband again?” she teased.
“I’ve always been your husband.” He cupped her cheek. “Now, however, I get to enjoy the privileges.”
Her smile was sultry. “Are there any particularprivilegesyou would like this eve, my love?”
At her offer, he grew instantly hard. Then again, he’d been battling arousal all bloody day. He couldn’t believe that his Lottie was finallyhisagain.
“Why don’t I help you out of your gown, and we can find out?” he murmured.
“Hurry,” she said.
Whilst he had planned to take his time on their wedding night, his bride was having none of it. She tore at his clothes with a lusty enthusiasm that matched his own. Christ, he loved her hot-blooded nature. Within minutes, they tumbled naked onto their bed, their mouths passionately fused. She rolled on top of him and began kissing her way down his chest.
Tangling his fingers in her honeyed tresses, he halted her progress.
“Ladies first,” he insisted.
Her pout made his prick weep with anticipation.
“But I want to taste you, Jack.”
“And you will, love.AfterI eat your pussy.”
She drew her brows together. “Are we really going to fight about this?”
“No.” He decided creativity was in order. “We’ll compromise.”
Grabbing her hips, he spun her around so that she was still atop him, but now her cunny was over his mouth and his erection beneath hers. He smirked at her sound of surprise. He’d been meaning to experiment with this position and what better time than their wedding night?
“Together, darling,” he ordered.
With an excited gasp, Lottie obeyed. Her kiss sucked a groan from his chest. Her tongue did wicked, delightful things. He returned the favor, eating her cunny like a man starved, relishing her wanton squirming against his face. Parting her with his thumbs, he speared her with his tongue. He stabbed inside her clenching passage and heard her whimper around her mouthful of cock. The stimulation brought him to the edge too quickly.
He tried to pull away, but Lottie wouldn’t allow it. She dove on him, and when her throat closed around his tip, squeezing enticingly, his eyes rolled back in his head. Knowing that resistance was futile, he redoubled his efforts, frigging her pearl whilst he licked her slit. He was drunk on her flavor, her abandon, how wild they made one another.
“Come in my mouth, wife,” he growled. “I want your cream on my tongue.Now.”
He’d discovered that Lottie enjoyed his authority…in sexual situations, at least. With a breathless cry, she gave him what he wanted. The taste of her pleasure triggered his own release. He buried his groans in her sweet cunny and his seed betwixt her loving lips.
He cuddled her close, and they shared a hot, tender kiss.
“If this is how we settle disagreements from now on,” his wife murmured, “I see a bright future ahead of us.”
“Compromise is key, I always say.”
“When did you get so wise?”
“You must be rubbing off on me.” He thumbed a speck of his seed from the corner of her mouth, and his voice thickened with renewed lust. “Or am I rubbing off on you?”
“Why, Mr. Granger.” Lottie caressed his cock, and it was no longer stiffening but hard as a rock. “I do believe you are ready for another round.”
“With you, Mrs. Granger? Always.”
His eyes holding his wife’s, he entered her with a deep, soul-satisfying thrust.
