Beg Me (Mess with Me 1)

Okay come on, you wouldn’t be able to resist that one either.

My completely bangable wife walks in then and everything else fades to gray. We’ve been married about six months now and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying that. My wife. The woman who has taught me that there’s not a damn thing wrong with slowing things down somet

imes. And who continues to keep me on my toes with her sharp tongue. I’m quite a fan of what she can do with that tongue, actually.

“I can’t believe today is the day!” She’s radiating happiness.

“I’m glad your whole family could make it. I know they were really disappointed that we eloped. Now bring your sexy ass over here and help me eat the rest of this food.”

It’s the morning of our wedding, well, our second wedding, and we’ve been lounging in bed all morning, dividing our attention between breakfast and each other.

She climbs on the bed and I cut off a small bit of a waffle and hold it out to her. “Open up.”

I watch with heated eyes as the tines of the fork slide between her lips.

“You’re staring.” She chews slowly, flushing as my eyes follow the movement.

“I can’t help it. I love watching you eat.” I polish off the rest of the food and set the tray on the table next to the bed.

“Really?” Mya licks a bit of syrup from the edge of her mouth. She looks bewildered. Then again, she has no idea how much time I spend imagining those lips wrapped around my cock.

“You have a mouth made for sin. Breakfast meetings with you were always torture.”

“Milo! I would have never guessed. You always seemed so…focused.”

“I was focusing all right. Just not on what I should have been.” I grin as she ducks her head.

Blushing, she reaches over and snags a doughnut off the tray on the bedside table. “I suppose I shouldn’t be so shocked since I used to do the same thing. In fact…” She traces a finger around the hole and peeks up at me. When our eyes meet, she glances away quickly.

“What? What are you thinking?” My heart speeds up as she tilts her head to the side, like a naughty angel with her pouty lips and her innocent expression.

“Mya,” I say warningly as she climbs over my legs. The edges of her lips pull up into a hint of a smile. Then she disappears beneath the covers.

Damn. I have a feeling she’s about to show me a new meaning of torture. Especially since it hasn’t escaped my notice that she took the doughnut with her.

A sticky hand wraps around my cock and I jump at the contact. A soft giggle floats up from under the covers. I move back to make space for her between my legs. Is she really going to? My silent prayer is answered a second later when I feel the soft dough roll over the length of my cock.

My head falls back onto the pillow as I absorb the sensation of the soft pastry moving over my skin. Her hot, wet mouth follows, her tongue licking and nipping every inch of my length as it rolls through the doughnut. Soft curls flow over my legs and belly, teasing me with trailing fingers of sensation. I tug the covers down until I can see her, the drool-worthy scene of Mya on her knees loving me with her mouth something I’ll never forget. No one has ever taken such time to savor me, to figure out what drives me crazy. It gives me an absurd sense of pride to see my woman taking such pleasure in my response.

My woman.

My wife.

Pleasure sweeps through me, waves of sensation tingling over every inch of my skin. My fingers tangle in the sheets as she manages to take me all the way to the root, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks.

“Holy. Shit.” The rasp of my voice betrays my emotions. I’m holding on by only a fine thread of control. “We’re going definitely going to be late.”

She laughs huskily, the sound of a woman who knows exactly what she’s doing. I watch helplessly as she wets the tip of her finger and circles the head of my dick.

“Wait,” I rasp, unsure what she's doing now, only that I’ll die if she stops.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” She licks my skin right above the doughnut. “I haven’t finished my breakfast yet.”

I tangle my fingers in her hair as her mouth finally takes me back in. She sucks and licks around my length before taking a small nibble of the doughnut. She alternates between sucking my cock and nipping at the pastry until I think I might die from the fire racing up my spine. Finally there is only a small bit of the doughnut left and she scoops it up and pops it in her mouth. I wait, poised on the edge of madness, until she returns and licks every last bit of sticky sugar from my skin.

“That’s it.” I sit up and roll her onto her back. Her soft “oh” of surprise is swallowed by my kiss as her hands snake around my back to grip my ass. Her legs wrap around me as I sink into the valley between her thighs, her hips cradling me as if I were coming home.

“God, I love you.”