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“I t’s not no, Liam.”

I didn’t hear anything else after that. I slammed my mouth to hers, claiming her lips in a kiss that stole my breath right out of my lungs.

My hands found her belt, and I pulled that off first. Next, they searched for the zipper on that fucking ivory dress she wore to get married in.

She looks so innocent, So pure. Like an angel.

I should’ve felt guilty. Making this woman marry me. But I didn’t.

Not one fucking bit.

Her plush body fit perfectly against my harder one, and I couldn’t fucking wait to see every inch of her.

We’re in this together now, Wife.

Michaela had her reasons for wanting to be there with me, and I was too far gone to question them. Like I said, it had been a long time since I had a woman.

Now that I had her in my arms, I couldn’t help but be glad I’d waited. I fought to push her dress down her hips, growling in frustration when it refused to go any further.

“Wait. You have to lift it,” she said, gasping against my mouth.

“No time,” I growled back, taking the fabric in both hands and tearing it.

She was wearing a cream-colored bit of lace that should have been fucking illegal on a woman with her body.

“Fuck,” I moaned as I stared at the sexy little scrap of lingerie.

I think it was called a teddy. It hugged her breasts, squishing them together, and I wanted to bury my face between the valley they created.

Her nipples were dusky and hard, begging for attention, so I gave it. I lowered my head, closing my mouth over one through the fabric, and I sucked.

“Liam,” she moaned my name, her fingers clutching at my hair.

Partnership, indeed.

Michaela was not idle while I sucked and lavished attention on her fantastic tits. She was unbuttoning my shirt, tearing the last few she couldn’t reach in her efforts to rid me of the thing.

I appreciated it, and I showed her by sucking harder. She gasped, pulling my hair again as I pressed my hand over the damp lace between her pale, thick thighs.

I could not wait to suck her there. But it would have to be later. After I fucked her first.

My cock was already leaking precum in my boxers, and I refused to spend myself in my shorts. Especially not on my wedding night.

I bit her nipple gently, earning me another gasping moan. But I needed more. And I needed more room to get what I wanted. So, I recaptured her lips with mine and picked her up with one hand on her cunt and the other on her ass.

Michaela’s hands clutched at me, and I grunted, telling her without words to trust me.

“Hold on. I won’t let you fall, Pretty Baby,” I growled against her mouth, loving the feel of her.

I kissed her neck next, savoring her lilac scented skin with every swipe of my tongue as I headed to our bedroom.

I dropped her on the bed, eyes going wide as she bounced on the firm mattress.

Fucking perfect.

“Open those legs,” I told her, cock aching painfully as she moved to obey.

Did I think my wife was too sweet?

She took orders well. Jealousy surged as I thought of who she might have looked at like that. Who else might have seen her with that smoldering desire in her midnight eyes?

I’d find out. And I’d take their fucking vision first.

Unaware of my dark thoughts my new bride stared at me with that half-lidded expression.

Her mouth opened, and she moaned as I shoved my boxers down, revealing the full extent of my desire for her.

She whimpered.

Fucking whimpered.

And I moaned, squeezing the base of my cock, cupping my balls.

“See something you like?” I asked, nostrils flaring.

She nodded. Her tongue snaked out, wetting her mouth, and my eyes went right to those pouty little lips. I pictured them stretched, wrapped around my girth and I grunted, savoring the image, tucking it away for later.

I moved towards the bed, pushing her legs wider to accommodate me as I knelt between her splayed thighs.

I palmed my dick, licking my lips watching Michaela’s wide hips flex instinctively, temptingly.

Right then, I knew we were suited. See, she was a liar, my wife. Just like me.

All decked out in ivory like a real princess. Looking perfect. Untouched. Pristine. But she was eyeing me like I was a cool drink of water on a hot summer day.

She wanted me, alright. I could see it right there, in the wet spot between her legs.

Michaela was no shocked virgin.

No simpering maiden.

No damsel in distress.

My Pretty Baby was a sultry little siren.

Her lust-glazed eyes were glued to me as I reached for her, grabbing that lacy confection where it was fastened between her big tits.

“This marriage starts now,” I growled, barely able to contain myself.

I tore the lace from her body, the sound echoing in the bedroom we’d be sharing from now on. And I fell on top of her, fusing my lips to hers.

I should have asked about her preference for protection. But I knew I was clean. The need I felt was so fucking savage, I couldn’t stop myself if I tried.

I flexed my hips, finding her dripping slit unerringly. Then I bullied my way inside. Thrusting hard and burying my dick balls deep inside her hot, wet sheath.

“So fucking tight,” I growled as she moaned and scratched at my shoulders.

I licked into her mouth, one hand closing around her throat and her eyes squeezed shut. But I wanted them open. I needed them on me while I fucked her.

“Look,” I command, scraping my teeth along her chin and neck, then lifting up so she could watch my body sinking into hers with every roll of my hips.

“You’re mine now, Sweetheart,” I whispered, biting her skin as I pounded inside her warm, soft flesh, harder and faster.

Michaela’s whimpers grew louder. Her nails scratched and her legs wrapped around me, like she was trying to get me deeper.

She twitched. Her breathing grew rough.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“You close? Tell me,” I demanded.

Her pussy squeezed, strangling my cock.

Michaela was panting. She clutched my hips with her small hands. I knew she was almost there.

“Tell me,” I repeated, reaching between us to slide my fingers over her tight, slick little clit.

Then her entire body convulsed around mine as pleasure rolled through her.

“I-I’m coming. Liam. Oh, Liam,” she moaned my name.

“Good girl. That’s right. I got you,” I said roughly, wrapping my arms around her body and squeezing her tighter as she chased her pleasure.

Something broke open inside of me as I took her in, watching greedily as a look of pure bliss washed over her soft features.

It was like years of waiting of forcing myself to be indifferent had been hidden behind an invisible dam, and that fucking thing just blew apart.

It shouldn’t have been like that.

I should have just fucked her and left it alone. But I couldn’t. I didn’t even want to.

“Again,” I grunted, letting go of her and rising to my knees.

“What? I can’t—” she tried to argue, but I knew she was wrong.

I rocked my hips, sliding my fingers over her swollen little nubbin.

“Yeah, you can. You will. Trust me,” I murmured, wanting her to do just that.

Pleasure built inside my balls, and I watched her hungrily, noting everything she liked. And I never stopped touching her. I kept on rubbing her clit as I lifted her legs onto my shoulders.

I turned my head, licking the smooth skin on her calf as I kept on fucking her. She squeezed my cock so good. Her tight little cunt stretched to accommodate me, and I told her what a good girl she was for taking all of me.

“Tell me how you feel,” I demanded, unable to get enough of this woman.

Her soft moans.

Her willing body.

That fucking lilac scent.

The way she tasted.

I wanted it all. I committed it all to memory.

She felt heavy. Important. And I wanted her to feel the same about me.

Fuck. I was fucked.

I wanted her to feel this claiming brand like I felt it.

And until she did, I needed to stamp myself all over her.

“Feels so good. Don’t stop. Please, Liam,” she moaned my name as her pussy tightened.

This time, I didn’t wait. This time, I fell right over the cliff with her.

My cock pulsed as I came, filling her up with my hot essence. It was like jumping off a cliff, but not into some vast unknown. At the bottom, the water was cold and beneath the waves were rocks. It was going to hurt like hell when I landed.

But I jumped anyway. I chased a kind of pleasure I’d never had before.

Only she could deliver it.

Only she could deliver me.

But the question was, would she? When all was said and done, would this soft woman offer me deliverance? The kind I’d never found with anyone, anywhere else.

Fuck.

Marrying Michaela might have saved my business, but I think it might have damned me as well.

If I wasn’t careful, I would lose myself, and that was something I couldn’t allow.