Sweet and Vicious(Margarelli Brothers 1)

“Tony . . .”

“Shh, it’s all right.”

I loved teaching her fun new dirty things to do, but I didn’t want to freak her out.

“I want to take you this way. Not yet. But soon,” I added between running my tongue over her tender flesh. Maybe getting her used to the idea ahead of time was a better idea. “There are so many things I want to try.”

“Oh . . .” She sighed, getting into the swing of things. I knew it felt good. How could it not? She swayed a little on her feet, and I scooped her up, laying her on the bed face down.

“Just relax, sweetheart. Let me play a little . . .”

I tucked a pillow underneath her hips, raising her bottom into the air. I wanted to make her come with my tongue in her ass. I knew it would go a long way toward relaxing her. I wanted to give her every chance to be open to the idea of anal.

And then we could get down to baby making business.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, Tony.”

“Good girl,” I said, devouring her with my eyes. She was perfectly submissive, lying there with her perfect ass in the air. Her legs were smooth and supple. Her beautiful face was turned to the side and her narrow back was arched in an extremely sexy way.

She was a feast for my eyes, and my tongue, to say the least.

I pulled the panties off from around her ankles and started again.

My tongue pushed against her as my fingers danced over her soft pussy lips. After a few minutes, she opened enough for me to slip my tongue inside. It felt like a victory when she started rocking her hips against me. She liked it. I knew she would.

My cock got rock hard at the thought of what came next. Not this time. But soon.

I made encouraging noises as my bride got closer to the edge. I could feel her start to flutter around my drenched fingers as she started to peak. I couldn’t talk, but I grunted as her ass flexed around my tongue.

She was coming there, too.

Evie cried out, her hands gripping the sheets as she thrashed. I had to hold her hips down so I could finish. I wasn’t done making a meal out of her. Not even close.

I worked her with my tongue until the tremors passed.

Finally, I wiped my mouth on the sheets and pushed my cock inside her pussy. I groaned as I was enveloped in her welcoming warmth. Nothing could feel this good. It was insanity. Madness.

But the very best kind of madness.

“Evie,” I breathed, pulling her hands over her head and gripping them. “You’re mine.”

She whimpered her agreement as I plunged in and out of her sweetness.

“I want you every way there is. I want everything.”

She lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. I loved the curve of her perfect ass pressing against me. The beautiful lines of her back and neck. Her profile as her face pressed into the pillows. Every inch of her felt good where we touched. My whole body was lit up like a fucking nightclub, complete with strobe lights and cocaine.

Really good cocaine.

“Fuck . . . I can’t . . .” I groaned, realizing I was going to come. I couldn’t slow down. I couldn’t stop. And I wasn’t going to last long. I hoped to Christ I wasn’t hurting her.

My wife was a dainty little thing and I was pounding into her. I couldn’t be gentle. I needed her too much.

“I fucking love you, Evie,” I hissed. I almost resented her for making me love her so much. And I wanted to hear it back.

I needed to hear it back.

But just in case she didn’t, I fucked her so hard that she could barely breathe, let alone speak.

She came then and the world went black. The feeling of her bearing down on me broke my last shred of control. I was coming and there was no force on earth that was going to stop it.

I thrust wildly, feeling my body emptying itself into her. It felt like my goddamn soul was doing the same thing. Each and every time, fucking Evie was a fucking religious experience.

She clung to me as she shook underneath me. I held her tightly, unwilling to pull myself out. I kissed her cheeks and realized they were wet. I immediately turned her over, pulling her into my arms.

“Evie?” I asked, kissing her hair while she cried.

“I’m all right. Just . . . hold me a little longer, okay?”

“All night. Every night.”

Chapter 40

Evangeline

I slid into the familiar blue lecture hall seat a full ten minutes before class started. I’d wanted to stroll around campus, but the large man sitting just behind me had guided me directly to the sociology building. Sociology 101 was part of my core curriculum. I found it fascinating, though it wasn’t my major.