Oh. Fuck.
He works his fingers lower, dragging my wetness from my opening to my clit and then back again, never entering me but still giving me the torturous pleasure I crave. The pleasure that my body so desperately needs right now.
“Make me forget for just a few minutes,” I breathe out. I capture his lips with mine, and he doesn’t hesitate to lick into my mouth.
His growl is feral as his fingers pull away, and he replaces them with his cock, entering me in one go. He takes my wrists in his hands, pinning them next to my head, and I cry out loud as his mouth works mine in a searing kiss, blurring the edges of what my mind is trying to think about and the moment I’m in.
“Are you going to be a good little slut and come on my cock?”
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips. The more he talks, the easier it is for my mind to stay with him, in the here and now.
“Your pretty little pussy swallows me so well. Such a good girl for me.”
His thrusts become punishing as we work our bodies against each other, and his words of encouragement take me higher and higher.
He pulls back slightly and wraps a hand around the front of my throat, putting just the right amount of pressure on the sides. “You’ve been such a good little slut for me. You’re all mine, and I’m going to make sure everyone knows that, including you, every day for the rest of our lives.”
My pussy starts to spasm as his thrusts get harder and harder. His tongue trails up the side of my throat, sucking on my earlobe, just before licking up the side of my cheek. “Come for me, my beautiful slut. Come for your husband.”
My whole body starts to convulse at his words. “Holy fuck,” I breathe as he continues his punishing rhythm. That’s when I feel him explode too, his warm cum coating my insides.
The orgasm overtakes us, and my pussy constricts around his cock, sucking everything out of him. The feeling of him coming inside of me is something I’ll never get used to. It’s so primal, so hot, that every time he does, my whole body lights up like it’s the best thing she’s ever felt. It makes me irrationally hornier, and I would be lying if I said I wanted him to use condoms again.
“You did so good, baby. So fucking good,” he praises as we both continue to chase the high of our combined pleasure.
His thrusting finally slows down, and he says, “You were made just for me, Penny. You’re mine. You understand that, right? You don’t ever get to leave me. Till death do us part.”
My mouth parts, but before I can say anything, his lips land on mine, his tongue tasting my mouth like he wants to devour me whole.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips as his thrusts completely stop.
He pulls his head back, just enough to look into my eyes. “I love you too, baby.”
He really is the best husband, and I should have never asked him to keep our marriage a secret. Autumn missed out on knowing she had a father figure, a stepfather, this whole time. When we get her back, I want to tell her everything. The stress that comes with keeping all of these secrets is too much, and from here on out, I want to be honest with not only my daughter but also our friends and family.
Declan finally pulls out of me and spoons me from behind, making me feel safe and loved.
We don’t say anything else as we both start to drift to sleep, and all I can do is hope that when the morning comes, Brad holds up his end of the deal.
Because if he doesn’t, I’m going to burn the world to the ground getting my daughter back.
Chapter 33
Penny
Iwake to the sound of my phone going off, and when I look at the clock, it shows it’s only four in the morning.
I rub the sleep from my eyes as I slide the little green button across the screen. “Hello?”
“I want my money now. I’ll send you the address. Remember, no cops.”
The line goes dead, and I look down at the blank screen. It takes my brain a few seconds to process what I just heard before I finally get it together.
“Who was it?” Declan asks with agroggy voice.
“Brad.”
A ping sounds from my phone, and I open the message. It’s the address where he wants us to meet him.
