Blake’s cheeks filled with the heat of flushing blood, while Lysa’s blanched. Had he gone too far with his promise? He didn’t mind being unorthodox in his habits, but Harkess was not a man to provoke. “Thank you, sir, for your assistance.”
The other man didn’t look up and waved his arm in dismissal.
Blake grabbed Lysa’s hand and they scampered out of the room. “Phew!” announced Blake. “It’s done. Let’s go celebrate.”
The moment the door to his pod shut behind him, they scrambled to undress. Blake maintained a constant stream of kisses as he walked Lysa backwards into the room. He ran his hands over her bare flesh, crushing a buttock cheek in his hand and his lips trailed down her cleavage until he found a warm breast and curled his tongue around the nipple.
She tumbled onto the bed and he lay his body over hers. His cock pressed against her soft belly, hardening into a ramrod. Lysa explored his back with her hands, stretching her arms around to embrace his girth. She coiled her legs about his, pinning him on top of her. The frenetic desire to be buried deep within her grew and he heaved his body into place, ready to pump her into a state of mind-blowing orgasms.
“Wait,” she said breathlessly.
“No, no,” He poked the tip of his cock in her wet pussy. “You’re so wet, wife.”
She wriggled her hips at him. “I want to fuck you.”
Blake halted his teasing. “You on top?”
“Please, let me. I’m good. Trust me.”
“I want to drill you like a mine bit.” He held his body over hers, inspecting the stiff nipples and flushed skin.
“Lovely,” she mocked. “After I’ve ridden you.” She cocked her head to one side and fluttered her eyelashes. “Please.”
He moved, shifting his weight off her and went to sit against the headboard. “I want to see your face.”
She straddled his legs, struggling to reach her knees on either side of his pelvis. Lifting her bottom up, she lingered, touching the tip of his erection with her slit. She grinned at him. “Thank you for marrying me.”
She lowered herself, impaling her pussy on him, edging down with gritted teeth. His thick cock met resistance and her mouth gaped open as she swallowed him inch by inch.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he moaned. She sank slowly, grinding down into him. He felt the friction, the skin of his cock heat up.
She gripped the headboard, tossed her head back and her bottom landed on his balls. She’d taken him to the hilt. Blake grabbed her waist and bounced her up and down, watching her breasts swing. Unable to resist the delicious flesh, he pressed his face into her cleavage, crushing her in his arms.
“Come,” he growled.
She responded immediately to his request. Her pussy contracted in waves, trapping his cock deep inside her until she slumped over his chest, heaving from her exertions.
“Now, wife. It’s my turn. On your hands and knees,” he hissed in her ear. “I’m going to give you a wedding night to remember.”
She sniggered into his shoulder. “Promises, promises.”
“I don’t renege on mine. You’d better not on yours. Remember the contract? From now on, if you disobey me, you’ll face the consequences. You’d best behave.”
“Sure, whatever,” she giggled.
He pulled her up straight, her face flushed with blood. “I’ll let that pass today, but if you whatever me tomorrow, you’ll be sorry.”
Her features changed, a hue of paleness descended over her face. “Sorry. Don’t be cross. It’s meant to be our wedding day.”
He cupped his hands about her face and kissed her lips. “No, you’re right. Nothing should spoil today. Lie on your back, I won’t take you from behind. You can show me your beautiful face as you come.”
She kissed his cheek, sliding her mouth down his throat and on to his chest. “Let me lubricate you first.”
Blake chuckled. “Go for it.”
Chapter Five
Lysa stretched and yawned. She reached out for a switch and the room flooded with light, forcing her eyes shut again.