“You look distracted,” Nevaeh says with a frown.
When I glance down, I notice her hand is wrapped around my cock and she’s stroking it up and down.
“Sorry.” I shake the fog from my head and give her a smile.
“You don’t… regret yesterday, do you?” she asks softly, nibbling on her top lip nervously.
“What?” Sitting up, I grab her by the curves of her hips and flip her onto her back. “Don’t ever say shit like that again,” I growl. “I love you and I could never regret marrying you.” I nip at her jaw before fusing our mouths together. My tongue darts out, and I explore her mouth. She must’ve been awake for a little while because her breath is minty fresh.
When her thighs press together against my hips, I laugh, knowing what she wants. My little angel is quickly becoming addicted to sex. “Are you sore?” I ask, licking across her fleshy top lip.
“No,” she moans, squeezing her thighs together again. I don’t believe her, but I’m also not going to argue. Nevaeh has quickly learned I can’t tell her no. What she wants, she gets, and now that I know about her… fuck, she could ask me for anything and I’d make sure she gets it.
Lifting slightly, I pull her pajama shirt over her head, exposing her perky tits. I wrap my lips and teeth around one of her nipples and bite down playfully. Nevaeh squeals in shock, but when I lick the pain away, she moans in pleasure.
“I want you,” she breathes, always so eager.
Refusing to rush, I switch to her other nipple and bite down on it.
“Ethan!” she shrieks through a laugh.
“I’m hungry,” I joke.
“Then eat me down there,” she says, tugging on my hair. When I glance up, her cheeks are tinted pink and her eyes are widened in shock that she actually said that. I throw my head back in a laugh at how adorable she is. Her mom never should’ve tried to clip her daughter’s wings. She was meant to spread ’em wide and fly high, and nothing and no one will ever keep her down—not if I can help it.
“You don’t have to tell me twice, Angel.” I scoot down her body and get started on quenching my hunger. I eat her pussy until she’s trembling and begging me to fuck her. Then, with a smack to her plump ass, I tell her to turn over.
Her eyes dilate a bit at my words, and I note that my woman loves to be told what to do. Once she’s on her hands and knees, she glances back at me through the curtain of her hair. Her lashes flutter, and she bites on her bottom lip, waiting to see what I’ll do next.
Gripping my shaft in my palm, I stroke it a couple times, causing Nevaeh to moan softly.
Closing the small distance between us, I lean over her, and curling her thick mane around my fist, angle her face back to kiss her. Her lips are soft and her tongue moves in perfect sync with mine. Fuck, I could be with this woman every second of every day for the rest of my life and never get enough.
“Ethan,” she whines. “Please… I need you in me.”
Reluctantly, I release her mouth and hair. I nudge her legs apart and push her back down slightly, exposing her glistening arousal. She drops her head to the pillow and glances back at me through her lashes. I have half a mind to grab my phone and take a picture of her like this, but then she whines once more, and I push the thought to the side—another time.
With my dick in my fist, I guide myself into her slick, hot cunt. I stop once I’m buried deep in her, giving her a minute to adjust to my size.
“You okay, baby?” I ask, wanting to make sure she’s not too sore or in pain.
Instead of answering, the fucking minx wiggles her ass. “Ethan, fuck me, please.” I smirk at her use of the F-word. She’s used it a few times now and it’s sexy as hell coming from her angelic lips. And the fact that every time she says it, she adds a please to it makes it that much sexier.
I pull back slightly, and then thrust my hips forward, sinking inside her. Her head falls back to the pillow and her back arches. “Oh, God, yes,” she moans in pleasure.
I repeat the motion, and this time, her tight walls constrict around my dick. “Right there,” she breathes. “It feels so good.”
With my fingers gripping the curve of her hip, I drive into her again and again. With every moan and cry from her lips, I lose a little more control, until I’m thrusting into her with a punishing rhythm—savagely, almost violently. I can’t get deep enough, I can’t fuck her hard enough. I have no clue where the hell she ends and I begin anymore.