Torn (Dark Legacy Duet 2)

Splaying her open, I feel ravenous suddenly and dip my head to feast on her pussy, tasting her, licking the arousal from her before wrapping a hand in her hair and drawing her to stand to kiss her mouth again, my mouth sticky with her.

Her fingertips play across the muscles of my belly, then dip lower, undoing my jeans. She slides her hand inside and looks up at me.

“I want to taste you, Sebastian.”

Fuck.

Yes.

I twist my hand in her hair and push her to her knees. She undoes my jeans the rest of the way and pushes them down and I watch her take me, watch her on her knees swallowing me into her mouth and I know it’s going to take all I have not to blow down her throat.

The light bounces off the diamond ring on its platinum band on her finger and I smile, pushing her backward until her head is resting against the bed, leaning into her, watching her face, her eyes, as she takes me, as I fuck her face.

My wife.

She’s my wife now.

I let out a moan and pull out, draw her to stand, and when I kiss her, I taste myself on her lips.

I lay her on the bed and, still standing, I slide into her dripping pussy.

“Fuck. You’re always so wet for me.”

I watch as she stretches to take me, the wet sounds of her pussy making me harder. I won’t last long and I pull out, turn her over. I draw her ass cheeks apart and slide into her from behind, my thumb on her asshole, rubbing it, hearing how she moans when I do that.

I lean over her, grip her hands, intertwine our fingers, feel my ring on her left hand.

“You’re all mine, Helena. Forever” I say, my mouth to her ear, her cheek. “All mine.”

“I was always yours, Sebastian,” she says, her voice hitching as she kisses me. “Always.”The End