His hand slides between my thighs, his fingers parting me, and he groans as he feels how wet I am. “Hello, beautiful, have you been aching for me while she was choking on my cock?”
“Are you talking to my pussy?”
“Shh, I’m talking to my favorite body part of yours.” He breathes deeply, his fingers teasing my entrance, circling but not pushing in. “You’re already dripping. How are you this fucking wet?”
I grip his shoulders, my nails biting into his skin as my hips roll into his touch, a soft whine escaping me. “Because you haven’t fucked me yet, and I need you.”
“Yeah? You need me to fuck you, baby?”
I nod, biting my lip. “I was promised to be railed against a wall until a little puddle forms at your feet.’”
“You’ve been thinking about that, haven’t you?” His eyes darken, that wicked grin spreading across his face like he’s already imagining it. “Couldn’t get it out of your pretty little head?”
I shake my head, breathless. “Not since you told me it’s your favorite.”
In a heartbeat, his arms slide under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrap around his waist, and his cock presses hot and hard against me. He walks me backward until my back hits the cool wall, making me gasp.
He adjusts his grip, one hand holding my thigh so tight his fingertips press into my skin, the other guiding the head ofhis cock to my entrance. “Say yes a second time for me today, Sparkle baby.”
“God, yes,” I breathe out on a whimper. “Please.”
He thrusts up into me in one smooth, deep stroke. My body arches, my head falling back against the wall as he fills me completely. The stretch is perfect.
“Fuck,” he groans out, his forehead dropping to my collarbone. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He pulls back almost all the way, then slams into me again, his hips snapping with a force that steals my breath. I cling to his shoulders as my nails dig into his skin, and he sets a brutal rhythm, his cock pounding into me, hitting every perfect spot inside me.
“F-fuck,” I cry out, my legs trembling around his waist. “Harder, Sylus. Please.”
“Harder?” he pants out, adjusting his angle and gripping my ass tighter, thrusting into me harder, deeper. The sound of his hips slapping against my soaked flesh fills the room, lewd and filthy. “You want me to fuck you until you’re dripping all over me?”
“Yes!” I sob, my body shivering, every nerve ending ablaze.
His mouth crashes against mine as his tongue thrusts in time with his hips. When he pulls back, his lips are swollen and his eyes wild. “You’re taking me so fucking good, baby.” He groans, his hand sliding down to rub my clit. “My perfect littlewife.”
The pressure on my clit sends sparks up my spine, the pleasure twisting tighter.
“Sylus, I… I’m gonna?—”
“Come for me,” he growls out, his thrusts becoming erratic. “You’re the only one who gets to come on this cock ever again.”
Holy shit.
His fingers press harder, circling my clit, and I shatter. A loud moan rips from my throat, my body locking up as waveafter wave of white-hot pleasure crashes over me. My pussy clenches around him, milking his cock, and a gush of wetness spills out of me, drenching him.
“Fuck!” he roars, his hips jerking as he slams into me one final time. His cock pulses, heat spilling deep inside me as his body trembles with the force of his release.
We stay there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat, his forehead resting against mine. His arms tighten around me while his cock is still buried deep, anchoring us together.
A breathless chuckle escapes him. “I’d ask you to marry me right now if you hadn’t already.”
“You know…” I rest my head against his shoulder, my fingers tracing lazy circles along his damp skin, “… if that’s what being your wife feels like, I might just let you keep me.”
His lips press to my temple, his breath a warm promise against my skin. “Forever,Sparkle.”
And God, if that doesn’t sound like the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
TWENTY-FOUR
