I curl a finger inside her liquid velvet heat. Fuck me, she’s so damn tight and wet. Perfect.
I know what I said about waiting, but I just don’t know that I can.
Like a hunter about to reap the reward of his kill, I push another finger inside her and watch her truly come alive under my touch. Her back arches up off the mattress.
Goosebumps prickle across her skin. I trace and kiss every dimple and curve of her body with my tongue as I pump my fingers in and out of that tight heat that now owns me. Fuck, she smells like mine. I get a taste of her pretty little cunt and devour her like that bad wolf slaughtering his lamb for his next meal.
I feast on my wife to be. Eat her like a starving man receiving his final meal.
Her cunt pulses and squeezes around my fingers and tongue. Her juices coating my chin, I can’t get enough.
Knowing no other man has ever fucked her has me fucking feral. Feeling savage and ready to kill anyone who tries to take her from me. Her body writhes, and I know she’s close to the edge. I want to drag her there and pull her back over and over again. I want to hear her beg for my cock.
“Ah. Ah,” she cries as I find her sweet spot. Her fingers thread through my hair, giving it a tug.
My sweetheart loves having her pussy eaten and played with.
“Oh, God.”
“There’s no God here. Only me. When you cry out, you call my name.” I slap her clit in warning.
“Theo. Theo,” she calls my name like I’ll be her salvation, but I’m about to damn her to my hell.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I need…” she shakes her head. “I don’t know. My skin is on fire.”
“You need to come.” She nods and I shove my two fingers that were in her inside her mouth so she can taste herself. She moans, licking her juices off my thick, rough digits.
Her nails rake down my back to the waistband of my shorts. “Take them off.” Her fevered legs kick against the bed.
With my shorts out of the way, nothing separates us. There’s nothing to stop me from claiming her here and now in my bed.
“Theo,” the most nerve-grating voice I’ve ever heard calls my name.
“Fuck. Stay here.” I pull my shorts up as Cassie walks into my bedroom.
“You brought a friend,” she says. “A little fat for my taste. You can go now, honey. I’m here now.”
“Don’t talk to her like that.”
Cassie’s mouth opens and snaps shut as the tone of my voice registers. “You can’t be serious. I’m gone a few weeks and you replace me with this fatty. Is this a joke, because ha ha, you’ve got me.”
“I’m only going to tell you this one time. I’ve never liked you. Never planned to marry you. I tolerated you, but now I’ve met someone.”
“You can’t mean her. Look at her and look at me.” She runs a hand down her thin frame.
“Trust me. I have and gotta say, babe, you should eat something sometimes. All that coke you’ve been snorting makes you look like shit.”
“My father will ruin you.”
“Your father is an old man who is on his way out. That deal he made with my father died when he did.”
“You don’t mean that.” She shakes her head.
“Leave my key on the counter and get the fuck out.”
“Whatever. You’ve got a small dick, anyway. He’ll tire of you in a week,” she tells Ruby before turning on her heel.
