Bound To His Bride

But first, it’s time to make my queen come for me again.

My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her ass, feeling her flex under my grip as her hips roll against my tongue. I tease my thumb between her spread legs as I suck her clit between my lips, easing it into the silken, tight heat of her pussy and making her cry out. I start to push it in and out, fucking her shallowly with my thumb as I start to swirl my tongue over her clit again and again.

Her hands tighten in my hair, and I can feel her body start to tighten and quiver for me.

“You wanna come for me, baby girl?” I growl into her, curling my thumb in and out of her, gripping her ass tight, and sucking her clit between my lips.

“Please…” she coos, panting and whimpering as she writhes between the elevator wall and my hungry mouth.

“Oh fuck Colm—”

“Come, angel. Come for my tongue. Make that pretty little pussy come right fucking now for me.”

I suck her clit, hard, and when my tongue flicks across it, she shatters.

Abby’s screams echo through the big freight elevator, her hips rocking and jerking against my mouth as her pussy floods my tongue with her honey. I groan into her, drinking down every fucking drop, my tongue pushing deep into her hot little cunt to taste every bit of her. I don’t even realize I’ve been stroking my cock through my jeans until I catch myself right before I’m going to come. I pull my hand back with a groan, my balls aching for release and my cock twitching with need.

For her.

I scoop her into my arms, her legs going around my waist and her mouth attacking mine as I whirl and jab the button for my floor again. The elevator starts to move, and I lose myself in her kiss as we start to rise.

She’s back in my arms, where she’s always belonged. Those lips are back on mine, where they should always be. The taste of her sweet pussy is roaring through me like fire, like it was always supposed to.

And now, I’m going to claim her, again, as mine.

…Like it was always meant to be.

6

Abby

Is it four times? Five? Basically, by the time we’re tumbling out of the elevator into the huge loft space, I’ve actually lost track of how many times he’s made me come.

…Which means it’s definitely my turn to pounce on him.

I barely even see the huge brick-walled loft space—the giant factory windows and beams across the ceiling. Screw the apartment, all I have eyes for right now is him.

I slide out of his arms as he turns to pull down the big heavy doors of the freight elevator. And when he turns, I pounce. Colm groans, chuckling and then growling at my ferocity as I throw myself into him. I kiss him hungrily, moaning into his lips as his hand slides down to cup my bare ass. My panties are still lying in the elevator, and I couldn’t give less of a shit about it. Besides, with all the time we’ve spent away from each other?

Well, we’ve got some catching up to do. And I’m one-hundred percent sure I won’t be needing panties for a second of it.

His tongue swirls with mine, his perfect lips crushing hungrily to mine as he yanks the hoodie up my body. He pulls away, tugging it off of me, pulling it free of my hair and tossing it away. Naked and trembling with anticipation, I move back into him, and this time, it’s my turn to strip him.

My hands push under his t-shirt, and I moan as my fingertips slide over his rock-hard abs. The shirt pushes up along with my exploring, until I shove it up, giggling at it tangles around his chin before he yanks it off with one hand. I pant as I let my lips trail over his bare chest, nibbling and sucking at his tattooed skin and rippling muscles.

I mean, is this my husband. All of this?

All mine.

The thought sends my pulse racing as I sear my lips to his, whimpering into his mouth as my hands drop to his belt.

“I want this,” I groan into his mouth, my small fingers teasing and tracing down over his enormous bulge.

“You want that big cock, baby girl?” he growls, making me whimper at the edge in his voice.

“I’ve wanted this cock daily for the last six damn months,” I groan, yanking his belt undone and tugging at his zipper. I slip my fingers into his jeans and shove them down, dropping down his body with them. My lips kiss and tease and suck over his chest and his abs, tasting my way down his happy trail and nibbling the deep grooves in his hips as I sink to my knees. My fingers reach up, curling into the elastic waist of his boxers and pulling.