“You can call our bedroom whatever you like, wife. Just know your ass will be in that bed every night.” With that, he leaves me alone in the middle of the bed.
I sit there thinking that he’s going to come back at any moment, but after five minutes I roll off the bed. I walk over to the door and poke my head out, seeing if anyone is there, but the hallway is empty.
This is really happening.
I step back into the bedroom and lock the door. He broke my heart once, and I refuse to let him do it again. Married or not.Chapter FourJudgeIt’s only an hour before I walk back into the house, but it’s as long as I can give her. Being away from Kitty doesn’t sit right with me, but it’s even worse because she’s my bride now.
Mine.
I don’t like to think about all those thoughts I had of her before yesterday—before she was legal. So instead I push them out of my mind and go in the house to search for my wife.
I kept an eye on the cameras while I did some things outside. I felt like a jackass for destroying her phone and made sure another one would be here first thing in the morning. It’s not often in my life I’m put on the back foot, but Kitty has me practically on my knees. That little dark-haired thing is going to wreck me, and she damn well knows it.
When I get inside, I walk straight up to the bedroom and test the door. I smile to myself when I feel it’s locked, then reach above the doorframe and take out the hidden key. I use it to open the door then put the key back for what I’m sure will be the next time she tries to keep me out. Joke’s on her—there’s not a fucking thing that could keep me from her.
In the distance I can hear water running, and heat crawls up my back. It sounds like the tub has been turned on, so I kick off my boots and pad to the bathroom. As quietly as I can, I walk to the attached bath and see the door is opened a bit. I ease it open a little more and on the other side of the room Kitty is soaking in the bathtub and turning off the tap with her toes.
I clench my jaw as I step closer, and she closes her eyes. I can only imagine what she’s thinking about while the water washes over her body. The tub is big enough for the two of us, I made damn sure of that. As I walk closer, all I can think about is stripping bare and sliding in behind her. Sliding in other places too.
My cock aches as it swells in my jeans. A man can only jerk off so many times a day, and I’ve been hard for years. I can feel my dick now, readying to have what belongs to us. I bought and paid for that sweet little pussy she’s got soaking in my tub, and I intend to own it.
There are several things I could do now to draw attention to the fact that I’m here, but instead I walk silently to the edge of the tub and stare down at her naked body. Her tits float just above the edge with the water lapping at her nipples. Her hands rest on her belly, and her knees are spread apart. The dark patch of curls between her legs is covering what I’m dripping for, but I’ll have it soon enough.
A soft moan comes from her, and my heart stops as I see one hand move between her legs. Her small fingers slowly spread her folds while the other hand helps itself to the treasure hidden between her lips. I can feel my eyes widen as she rubs herself slowly for just a moment, then faster. Her arm flexes as it passes over her little clit, and I think to myself that she needs to take her time. She’s rushing to her peak, and her body doesn’t even know what that is. I see a flush on her cheeks as her eyes tighten, and frustration creases her brow.
Without giving my own hand permission, it’s shoved down the front of my jeans, and I’m grabbing my cock. I stand there fully dressed with my hand down on my dick as I watch her try and give herself what I’d die for. Just one little baby orgasm on my face and I’d put a knife through my heart if that’s what she asked for. I lick my lips wondering if she tastes like sprinkles, because she’s as innocent and untouched as cotton candy.
My hand moves faster with hers as I try to keep up with her pace. She’s rocking her hips, and the water is moving all around her, but the frustration is still there on her face. Her orgasm is so close but still out of reach, and if she’d let me use my tongue for one second I’d get her there.