I strip. Vest, shirt, belt, jeans, briefs. All of it. Her eyes drop and her lips part. Her gaze lands on my cock, already hard and heavy and straining toward her like it knows exactly where home is.
She swallows. “That thing should come with a warning label.”
I bark out a laugh. “You married it, sweetheart. No returns.”
“God help me,” she mutters, but her thighs press together and I can smell her. Warm, sweet, and so fucking ready for me.
I take her face in both hands and kiss her. Not fast. Not gentle either. Thorough. The kind of kiss that saysI chose you,and I’ll keep choosing you every day until they put me in the ground, and probably after that too.Her arms come around my neck. Her bare tits press against my chest and I groan into her mouth, my hands sliding down to grip her ass. Full, heavy, fucking incredible. I squeeze hard, and she whimpers.
“Bed,” I rasp.
I lift her and lay her in the center of the mattress. She looks up at me, hair spread on the dark sheets, skin glowing in candlelight, chest rising and falling fast. I hook my fingers in her panties and drag them down her legs. Toss them over my shoulder.
Then I just look.
Swollen. Wet. Glistening. Her pretty pussy already flushed and slick, clit peeking out from its hood like it’s been waiting for me all night. My mouth waters.
“Prettiest fucking sight in the world,” I say, my voice coming out wrecked. “And she’s legally mine now.”
Ina chokes on a laugh. “Did you just refer to my vagina as legally yours?”
“Damn right I did. Got the paperwork and everything.” I drop to my stomach between her legs and press my mouth to her inner thigh. She twitches. “Now lie back and let your husband eat.”
She groans. “You can’t just say ‘let your husband eat’ like…oh GOD.”
I drag my tongue through her. Base to clit. Slow. Firm. Tasting her like I’ve been starving for it, because I have. It’s been twelve hours since I’ve had my mouth on this pussy and that’s about eleven hours and fifty-nine minutes too long.
She bucks against me. Her hands fly to my hair. I press a palm flat on her belly, holding her down, and go to fucking work.
I lick her in long, slow strokes. Then short, quick flicks right on her swollen clit. I suck it between my lips and she damn near levitates off the bed. Her thighs clamp around my head, and I growl against her, the vibration making her cry out.
“Beau… fuck… oh my God…”
I push two fingers inside her. She’s so wet I slide right in. Hot, tight, clenching around me like she’s trying to keep me. I curl my fingers against her front wall, and her whole body jolts.
“There she is,” I murmur against her clit. “There’s my girl. Gonna come for me, Mrs. Redding?”
“Don’t… don’t call me that while you’re… oh, FUCK!”
I suck harder. Pump my fingers deeper. Press that spot that makes her lose her goddamn mind. And she breaks. Back arching, mouth open, pussy clamping down on my fingers so hard I grit my teeth. She comes loud and shaking and beautiful. Soaking my hand, my chin, and the sheets.
I lick her through it. Gentle. Soft. Until she’s twitching and pushing at my head. Then I kiss my way up. Her belly. Between her tits. I take one nipple in my mouth and suck hard, and she gasps. Switch sides. Give the other one the same until she’s squirming under me, oversensitive and needy.
“Beau, please…”
I settle between her thighs. My cock slides through her folds, slick with her, and we both groan.
“Feel that?” I rasp, rocking against her. “Feel how hard your husband is for you?”
“Yes…”
“Been thinking about this all day, baby.” I nudge her clit with my tip, and she whimpers. “Standing at that altar watching you walk toward me, and all I could think was…” I push just the head inside her. She gasps, her nails digging into my arms. “…tonight I get to fuck my wife. Fill her up. Breed her.”
Her eyes flash. Dark and wild. “Beau…”
“Look at me.” Her gaze locks on mine. “I’m gonna make love to you, Ina. And I’m gonna fuck you. And I’m gonna breed this perfect pussy until you’re dripping.” I push deeper. Inch by slow inch. Watching her face twist with pleasure. “Because that’s what husbands do. They take care of their wives.”
She moans, long and broken. “You’re… insane…”
