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Reagan

My eyes flutter open to find Jesse under the sheets, between my legs.

“Jesse.” I dig my fingers into his hair as he slowly kisses my clit.

He circles his tongue in perfect sweeps that have every nerve in my body tingling. His hum vibrates through my core, and when I pull back the sheet to get a better look, I notice he’s stroking himself while he wakes me up.

“Good morning, wife.” He swipes his tongue up my center and then looks up at me, grinning.

I’ll never get tired of him calling me that. If I thought his using the sweetheart nickname was an aphrodisiac, then wife is a next-level panty-dropping one.

“Good morning.” My thighs tighten on his head as he drives two fingers in. “Don’t stop.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He dives back between my legs, and pinpricks of stars fill the room .

This man makes the universe seem more tangible with how he touches me. Slow but intense. Rough and determined. Like he wants to eat me alive, and I want to let him.

His attention moves up as he slides another finger into me, and my cries fill the room.

The good thing about the clubhouse is the thick walls, and the fact that someone is always fucking somewhere, so no one thinks twice when they hear it.

I’m still in a sleepy haze, but it has Jesse more determined. Working me at every sensitive spot as my heart starts to race. And when he reaches up to pinch my nipple at the same time as his fingers curl, he sends me over the edge.

My body tingles and floats. His thick hair is threaded between my fingers, and I hold him where I need him as I ride out the waves.

My body shakes until I finally unclench my thighs and release him.

Jesse grins, trailing a path of kisses over my ribs, up the center of my chest between my breasts until he reaches my mouth.

I can taste myself on him, and it’s intoxicating.

He grins against my mouth. “Maybe I’ll wake you up like that every day.”

“Please do.”

He pulls back, leaning over to reach into a drawer in the nightstand. “I got you a present.”

“What you just did was enough of a present. ”

“Not even close.” He grins, pulling a small pouch out of the drawer.

“How many gifts are you going to give me? A necklace after the wedding… an orgasm first thing in the morning.”

“I’ll never be done giving you everything you could want or need.” He grins down at me from where he’s sitting back on his heels between my legs. “Besides, I’ll have just as much fun with this gift as you will.”

He pulls a small item out of the pouch, and my eyes widen. “Is that—”

I swallow hard, taking in the silver plug.

“Something that’s going to make you feel good.” Jesse winks. “Now turn over and get on your hands and knees.”

Excitement courses through me. Jesse knows I love it when he uses my vibrator on me, and he asked if there was anything else I might be interested in trying. I admitted to him I always wanted to explore all the different ways he could please me, and he is clearly more than happy to make that happen.

Flipping over, I do as I’m told. We’ve both been stripped of clothes since we came into this room last night after the quick wedding in the backyard of the clubhouse. We said we’d return to the party and never did, which means we’ll be having cake for breakfast if there’s any of it left.

“You’re so pretty when you let me defile you, Reagan.” Jesse runs his hand over the round curve of my hips, digging his fingers into the flesh and rocking my ass against his hard cock. “So beautiful.”

His calloused fingers trace my body, appreciating every curve .

Behind me, I hear him pop something, and I look to see him opening lube that must have also been in the pouch.

“This might be a little cold.” Jesse drips the cool liquid over me, and I shiver as it dribbles down my ass.

I’m burning up with every sensation.

Jesse tosses the bottle to the side and slowly rolls the plug up and down my center, driving it into my pussy first.

“So perfect, offering all your holes to your husband. Letting me play with you however I please. I’m going to fuck you until you leak with my cum, and you’re going to beg me to do it, aren’t you, wife?”

“Yes.” The word cuts off on a quick breath as he presses the plug against my tight hole, slowly working it in.

Jesse takes care of me in every way he can think of. By picking up my favorite dessert from the bakery after he’s done at the auto body shop, to building me a bookshelf in the living room for my growing collection. But the way he deliciously defiles me in bed might be my favorite.

He lines himself up, knowing what I need. Quelling that ache as he readies his cock and thrusts deep.

My husband claims me, body and soul.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He grunts, grabbing my ass with his free hand.

With the other, he adds more pressure to the plug, slowly fucking me and warming me up. My muscles are still waking up from being asleep, and I’m relaxed, taking him, even as he strikes me deep. I lower to my elbows to get leverage so I don’t fall over.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

I look over my shoulder, a sheen of sweat covering my forehead. His gaze is fixed on where we’re connected until his hips meet mine, and he looks up at me.

Blue eyes like the heart of a fire.

“It feels so good,” I tell him. “I want you to fuck me with it.”

His jaw ticks at me, cursing. Jesse likes playing with me in bed until I’m sweating, swearing, and cursing. It spurs him on.

I don’t take my eyes off him as he adds pressure, and then he’s slipping the toy past the tight hole, and my vision grows dark around the edges.

“Holy shit.” I bury my face in the pillow, trying to relax.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He rubs the back of my thighs to soothe me.

I nod my head. “Yes, it’s just—a lot. But good… fuck me. Please fuck me.”

His fingers dig into my thighs, and I can practically feel his grin as he thrusts his hips forward. With the toy adding pressure, I feel every inch of his thick cock sliding in and out. The overstimulation is more intense than anything I’ve experienced.

And when he flicks a switch that has the toy buzzing, I let out a feral scream as I shove my face into the pillow again.

“No hiding, Reagan. I want to hear my wife scream for me.” He thrusts deep. “I might not share the sight of you with my club, but they still need to know you’re mine. Let them hear you while you take my cock like a good little wife. ”

I meet his thrusts with the rock of my hips. Chasing my pleasure as my entire body sparks. With each deep movement, I scream for Jesse, and when he angles the toy, I can’t hold out any longer.

My arms shake as I collapse my forehead to the bed. His hands are all that hold my thighs in place as he fucks me relentlessly. And as I come, I pull him over that edge with me. He pulses, releasing with deep, intense thrusts.

I’m prickling. The slightest brush of his fingers down my spine feels like a match igniting on my skin.

Jesse pulls the toy out first, then slowly slips out of me. Only then do I collapse, and he pulls my back to his front, holding me in the bed.

My chest heaves with heavy breaths as I come down from the high, and Jesse holds me through it.

“Are you okay?” He kisses the back of my shoulder. “Not too much?”

I shake my head. “No, that was incredible. We should do it again.”

He chuckles. “Let’s shower and eat first.”

But he doesn’t pull away immediately. He hums with his nose buried in my hair. His hand is over mine on my stomach as he traces the diamond band he gave me yesterday at the ceremony.

“We’ll get up in a minute,” I say, closing my eyes, lingering in this moment with my husband.

“Thank you,” he whispers against the back of my head.

“For what?”

“For not listening when I told you to leave at the very beginning. ”

I smile, brushing my fingers over his wedding band. “Someone had to put you in your place, Jesse King.”

“Lord knows you were the only woman who could do it.” He hugs me tighter. “I love you, Reagan.”

“I love you too, Jesse.”

Every single part of him.