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“But, I have more control than that.”
This time, she was keeping her lips zipped, like a good girl. Though, she wouldn’t mind opening them up to taste him. His body was big and heavy on top of her, enfolding her, making her feel trapped and cherished at the same time. This was what had been missing with the guys she’d dated. Never once had she felt this overwhelming passion, this sense of wanting to be owned by any of them.
“Scoot up to the headboard and place your legs apart as far as you can.”
The second she complied, he buried his face between her thighs. Sitting half up, a stack of pillows underneath her back, she had a great view of what was happening between her legs.
He suckled on her little bud, lapping up her cream. He didn’t let go until her back arched from the bed and she uttered a cry. Spent, feeling a little light in the head, she floated down. Her back relaxed and she reopened her eyes, not remembering closing them.
“Remember that,” he said. “It’s how I want to wake up in the mornings.”
She couldn’t hold in a laugh. “I’ll try.”
His eyes went over her bodice and he frowned. With one move he ripped it open until her breasts spilled out of the cups.
“Much better. I like seeing them.”
He got onto his knees, fisting himself, drawing her attention there.
Oh, God. He was huge.
He’s going to tear me apart.
Gee, you think? Look at that monster cock. Think about your tiny hole and do the math.
“Wait. Stop.” He froze. “That’s never going to fit.”
She felt him tremble, and it took her a sec to discover he was chuckling. At her expense!
“Don’t worry. I’m gonna stretch your pussy so good you’ll be fine.” Putting his words into action, his fingers slid inside her and started pumping. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, Mary. So good.”
His voice should be classified as a sin. Just hearing it made her want to do naughty things. Stuff she only fantasized about; steamy scenes she had read about in her novels. Dreams that had featured Hector Diaz since the moment she met him.
That didn’t take away her fear from the steel rod pressing against her leg, though.
“Maybe we should talk first?” Yes, that was a great idea. The more she thought about it, the better it sounded.
He started nibbling her earlobe and her body turned into him on his own accord.
“What do you wanna talk about?”
She bowed so he could reach the right spot. Her hips moved to get his fingers deeper inside her. She tried to ignore the incredibly hard and thick dick pressed against her stomach.
“Maybe um, you could tell me about your first time?”
Really, Mary? Really?
Sorry, I panicked!
Another chuckle. Wonderful. The man with the eternal scowl was all cheery, now they were in bed. She supposed she should feel glad that she’d brought a smile to his face, except she felt nervous and a bit panicky, and her wedding night wasn’t exactly going the way she had planned. Then again, no romance novel she’d ever read had had a wimpy heroine ready to jump out of the bed because she was afraid her first time was going to be painful.
“I’m sorry I’m such a wimp.”
His answer was biting a nipple.
“Ouch!”
“Don’t ever call my wife a wimp. And don’t ever apologize for telling me or showing me how you feel. Especially in bed. I won’t.” His fingers sped up, spiking up her heat, making her groan. “See how I don’t have any trouble pushing into your cunt? I can’t wait until I breach your hot hole. But first, I’m gonna eat you out until your pussy is drenched. I dreamed about it for so fucking long.”