Rich Soldier (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 2)

In fact, we have the rest of our lives.

Using my tongue, I trace Wallace’s abs. It’s something I’ve wanted to do since I saw him shirtless, and I take my time doing it, tasting his skin. He just tastes like him, and I do love the taste. The only thing left that he has on are his boxers, and I grab those with my teeth to pull them down, letting his cock spring free. He’s already rock hard, and I’m struck again by just how huge he is.

He’s thick and straight. Up close, it’s almost overwhelming. First, I get his boxers all the way off so I can just look at him. Wallace’s eyes are glazed with lust, and I draw my hands slowly down his stomach and across his hips to his thighs, avoiding the very place that I know he wants me to touch. I can tease just as well as he can.

With just the tip of my finger, I run it along his shaft, and then slowly I build up to my whole palm. I watch Wallace’s chest rise faster, and his muscles clench under my touch. I love the look of exquisite agony on his face. Locking eyes with him, I lean down, and I know he thinks I’m going to put my mouth onto his cock, but I don’t.

I lean down further, teasing his balls with my tongue, and the sound he makes sends arousal bursting through me. Slowly, I stroke his cock with his balls in my mouth, I lick one, and then the other, and back again until he’s moaning. His cock jerks against my hand.

“You’re going to kill me, Tia.”

I laugh. “I know.”

I release him and stop the teasing because I’m just as eager as he is, and I don’t want to wait anymore. I lower myself down onto him in one smooth stroke, feeling the stretch of him and the shocking, sudden heat. It’s almost too much, and I collapse onto his chest. “Shit.”

The rumble of laughter in his chest moves him inside me and I close my eyes. I didn’t think that this could feel better. But knowing that I’m his, and he’s mine, and it will always be that way. It feels impossibly good. Perfect. I start to move my hips, raising up so I have more leverage, and his hands fall to my waist where he guides me in a slow, swooping rhythm that hits me deep in the best way. Holy fuck.

I squeeze down on him and his eyes snap to mine, radiating lust and need, and I just nod to him. Without missing a beat, Wallace flips us together, and we don’t even separate. But now he’s on top of me, pressing me down into the mattress, and his mouth is on mine as he plunges deep.

It’s immediate. I come right then, pleasure spilling into my body in a wave that doesn’t feel like it’s going to stop, and I cry out into his mouth. He laughs, and pulls back just enough to smile at me. “I like it when you’re loud.”

“I don’t have a choice when it’s this good,” I say, the last words getting caught in the next wave of pleasure and turning into a long moan. Fuck.

He’s plunging deep and hard and one orgasm leads into another. Never with anyone but him have I been able to tap into this endless well of pleasure. The friction of his skin on mine is making me blind, and I can’t stop moaning and saying yes, crying out his name over and over again.

“I’m close” he says, breathing against my mouth, kissing me with everything that he’s got. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close as he shudders his climax, heat spilling deep inside me. It sets off another orgasm which swirls through me like a tornado and leaves me wrecked, clinging to him in the aftermath.

We don’t move for a long time after. And even when we begin to recover, he doesn’t move. Just props himself up a little so he can see me, stroking my face and hair with his hands. “We didn’t use a condom. Are you okay with that?”

I nod. I’m the one that made the choice in the moment, and it felt right to me. I wanted to feel him—the real him, without anything between us. There’s been so much between us for so long, we didn’t need it. “I’m fine,” I say. “We’re going to get married, and I’m not going to fuck my husband with a condom.”

Wallace chuckles. “Yes ma’am.”

“How soon do you want to get married?” I ask him.

He studies my face, and I can tell he’s thinking seriously about it. “I would marry you tomorrow, if you’d let me.”

I pull his face down to mine and kiss him softly before marveling again at the ring on my finger. “Tomorrow’s a bit soon. I want a dress.”