Stalking His Bride - Page 17

Why the fuck did I do this to myself? I must be a masochist. That has to be it. Is this what purgatory is? Not heaven but also not hell. You’ve gone and fucked yourself right into the middle. Then she fucking begins to push herself against me more, her pussy pressing against my cock. Maybe she’s dreaming about last night? She rocks her hips, but I grab them, stopping her. She whimpers. That sound almost breaks my resolve.

“Baby?” I dig my fingers into her hips. She tries to move again but gets nowhere. I hear her let out a small huff of annoyance. If I weren't so damn turned on right now I’d find it adorable that she’s trying to shyly get herself off on me. “If you want to rub your pussy on me, sweetness, I won't stop you. I’m all yours.” I pull her down my cock and back up it, always willing to give her exactly what she needs. She lets out a pleased gasp. “But I’ve been up a while. Even fed our little one and took him on a walk.” She lifts her head to finally look at me. “I think the least you can do is let me have breakfast in bed.” Her brow furrows together.

“You want me to make you breakfast?” She looks adorably annoyed. “Right now?” Those pretty lips of hers fall into a frown, making me want to kiss her even more. I make a note that my girl might not be a morning person.

“No, I’m hungry but it’s not for food.” I roll taking her with me, pinning her to the bed under me.

“That was hot.” She smiles up at me, her dark hair spread out all around her.

“That’s good, but I’m not done.” I take her mouth in a kiss, wondering how I’ve lived all my life not waking up every morning like this. My cousin is a dumbshit. How did he let the girl he loved prance around his house all day and not have her draped over every surface worshipping her between her thighs? No wonder he acts like a fucking asshole. I’d burn the whole fucking world down. I’ve known Carly only a few days and I’m already losing my mind. I sure as fuck could not have waited years.

I pull my mouth from hers. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” she rushes to say. Her lips are swollen and red from me taking her mouth. Her chest rises and falls as she tries to catch her breath.

“Good. Because I’m actually not sorry at all for what I’m about to do.”

“To do?” she asks. I grab the V in her shirt with both hands, ripping it right in half and revealing her gorgeous tits to me. I palm one in my hand, leaning down to lick her pert nipple. Her hips rise off the bed, begging me for more. I don’t disappoint. This time I lick and suck her until she’s writhing underneath me.

“James.” Her plea for me to give her more is music to my ears. “I need—”

I don’t even let her finish that thought before I’m moving down her body. I stop when I get to her panties, the wet spot letting me know how turned on she is. I reach down, ripping them from her body, mad that they are keeping me from what’s mine. I stuff them in my pocket for later.

Her scent hits me, making my mouth water for a taste of her. I rub my thumb across the dusting of dark hair that leads down to her pussy. She wiggles all around and I know she needs my mouth. I want to take my time, but I can do that later. Right now I want to give her body what it’s begging for. I’ll take the time later to savor each and every inch of her.

I push my tongue between the lips of her sex. I lick down, putting extra pressure when I pass her clit. She cries out but I keep going down to thrust my tongue inside of her tight heat. I grab her thighs, my fingers gripping her tight until I’m lifting her enough that her ass is partly off the bed. I need more. To be deeper. To be closer if that’s even possible.

I angle to get my tongue deeper inside of her, fucking her with it. She thrashes on the bed. She’s close but not there yet. When she whimpers my name again, her hand fists into my hair. I pull my tongue out, putting her ass back down on the bed. I lick back up to her clit, sucking it into my mouth for my tongue to work next.

Her whole body stiffens. The sharp pain from her pulling my hair keeps me grounded, so I don’t push down my sweats and thrust to the hilt inside of her. I close my eyes, pressing my cock harder into the mattress as my balls draw up tight, knowing what’s coming. All my dick can think about is how tight her cunt was around my tongue.

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