The Possessive Groom (Groom 2)

“Well, I—” She closes her mouth and then opens it again. “I know it’s a little sexy, but we’re all dressing up.” There’s a whine to her voice as she retreats. With every backward step she takes, I move closer. “Please, Gibson, don’t mess it up.”

I shake my head as she tries to back away but only makes it farther into our bedroom. “I hope it wasn’t expensive.”

“Damn it, I’m serious.” She stomps her foot as I close the door behind me and then turn the lock.

“So am I, princess.” I glance down and I see her fingers play with the edge of the lace that’s against her bare legs. “Pull it up,” I order, and her fingers freeze.

“I don’t think that’s really necessary.” Her voice is soft and a little breathy like when she’s turned on.

“I said pull it up, and I won’t ask again.”

She swallows hard as she teases the edge of the material. “In my defense, I didn’t want panty lines to show.”

As the dark lace inches up she reveals her bare, freshly shaven pussy, and I lunge for her. She squeals as I toss her onto the bed and push her knees apart to see her wet lips swollen with need.

“You did this just to taunt me, didn’t you?” I growl as I rub my thumb over her clit and thrust two fingers inside. “Look at you, already fucking dripping for it.”

“Gibson,” she moans and raises her hips.

“You’re lucky I love you so fucking much.” I lower my head between her legs and lick her greedy pussy.

“I love you too,” she moans, and it’s then I see her yoga pants and sweatshirt laid out on the chair beside the bed.

She planned all of this just so I would lose control and jump on her like an animal. If my wife wants a possessive asshole, she’s in luck because I’ve more than enough of that to spare. And my favorite thing in the whole world is giving her exactly what she wants.

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THE END!