Page 29 of Beauty and the Bosshole
Her tits are lifting with ragged breaths, the back of her head resting on my shoulder, and the way she’s making herself soft and vulnerable for me sends my possessiveness shooting toward the sun.
“Mother of God,” I grit out, using all my willpower to drag our hands away from her slick heat.
But I need in there.
Lightning shoots down my spine, and fire licks at my heart. With greedy, jerking motions, I free her from the robe completely, lifting her from my lap and rising to my feet.
“Come, wife.”
I grab her by the hand, our slippery fingers weaving together as I lead her to the bedroom, the ferocious need to make her mine taking me by the balls and not letting go.
I slept beside her here last night, listening to her every breath, spinning the unfamiliar loop of metal around my finger, puzzling through all the impulsiveness of the evening. Memories of our first night as husband and wife. But I have to know. In amoment of fragmented honor, I know I have to give her this one chance.
This one out.
Fear slithers like vipers in my gut as my extremities turn cold, and I force myself to free her hand from mine, stepping back, nearly falling to my knees at the sweet perfection of my wife naked in front of me.
Her dark hair skims around her chin, eyes wide with wonder and confusion as I force the words from my mouth like poison.
“Once I put you on that bed, I won’t be able to stop.” Every inch of her calls to me from some faraway, primal place, the need to consume her ripping through me like rusty claws. “Do you want this? The ring…” I swallow down the baseball lodged in my throat, and for the first time I allow myself to sink into the feelings I have for her. “Me, Ava. Do you want me?”
The question hangs there in the space between us like a ticking bomb. Her answer will destroy me either way. But with a yes, the destruction will be sweet. I will rebuild myself into the man she wants. The man she needs.
If her answer is no, it will level me in a way from which there will be no coming back.
But God help me, I put my fate in her hands.
I can still taste her kiss from last night when I put the ring on her finger…
Her plump lips draw together, and I analyze every change in her expression, looking for a clue to how my future will unfold. Her velvety flesh teases me as I stand with a painful hard-on, all the blood flowing from my brain into my dick as she slowly takes a side step.
Then a back step.
Her hands lift, hanging in the air where my question dangles painfully, waiting.
Her fingers curl, a smile cresting her lips, and my heart hammers through my chest. “Yes. I said yes last night and I say yes now.”
In a flash, I’ve got her off the ground, throwing her onto the bed like a demented madman. Her eyes devour me as I strip myself down to bare skin, then spring wide with horror when my dick comes into full view.
“That’s…” She shakes her head. “I understand the name of the toy now.”
“Spread your legs, wife. I want to see what’s mine before I taste it.”
I prowl up the bed until I’m within striking distance as she eases her knees outward, and I need to taste her more than I need to breathe.
“God damn.” I shake my head, eyes pinned on the prettiest pussy ever put on this earth.
I groan as I set my teeth in the soft flesh just inside her knee and hear her whine. I don’t take long. I kiss my way down her inner thigh, toward the savory scent that is making me delusional.
I sink my knees into the mattress and give her sweet cunt a solid, tongue-first French kiss as my soul leaves my body.
Her flavor rockets through me from my core to my head and down to my toes. I can feel it flowing in my veins, my brain growing foggy, consumed by a hunger so deep I already know it will never be sated.
She bows off the bed as I take the whole of her into my open mouth, my tongue finding that bundle of nerves as her thighs open wider, offering herself to me, and I feel like a fucking God.
I groan, fucking tears gathering in my eyes as she starts to whine, weaving her fingers into my hair in a silent plea for more.
I gleefully answer. More lips, more tongue, more sucking, nibbling, flicking. A sense of omnipotent power bursts inside ofme as I tongue this sweet, young pussy, wondering how such a grumpy fuck like me landed this soft package of perfection.