Page 76 of Pucking Strong (Jacksonville Rays #4)

But then he’s pulling away. The loss of his weight feels like a physical tearing of part of me. “What are you doing?” I can’t conceal the hint of panic in my tone.

“Not finished,” he grunts. “Got too distracted. Wanted us to come at the same time.” He crawls back between my legs, offering me a satisfied smile, but I’m suddenly self-conscious. I can feel his cum leaking out of me.

“It’s okay,” I mutter, shifting away. “Teddy, I’m fine.”

“You will be fine,” he says in that teasing tone.

“Once you’ve choked me with your cum.” Then he reaches a hand low and presses two fingers back inside me.

I gasp at feeling so full again. At the same time, he wraps his other hand around my hard shaft and pulls down my foreskin, lapping at the head of my cock like it’s his favorite lollipop.

It’s obscene, almost comical. It makes me smile.

I tuck an arm behind my head and watch him, luxuriating in the feel of his fingers inside me, his mouth around me. “You’re far too happy with my cock in your mouth,” I say on a groan.

He just grins. Pulling his dripping fingers from my ass, he wipes a streak of his cum down the length of my shaft.

I stare at it, watching as he licks it up.

My breath catches as he does it again. He moans, as if the taste of his cum is the sweetest ambrosia.

My cock hardens as I reach for him. “I want to taste it too.”

His gaze heats as he slicks his fingers over my sticky asshole. “I made such a mess of you, baby. Will you try something for me?”

I sit up on my elbows. “What?”

He slips his two fingers back up inside me and parts them in a V. “Squeeze for me.”

I squeeze, gasping again as I feel more of his release leak out of me.

“Fuck.” The heat in his tone has my every nerve ending sparking. “Look at you.” His gaze lifts to mine and I see the passion there, the love and adoration. “We said we wouldn’t stop until you were dripping with me.”

“Jag ?r din,” I say on a breath, meaning every word. It sounds strange to me in English. In Swedish, it just makes sense, like the sky being blue or ice being cold. I’m Teddy’s now. Cherished, claimed. I think I’ve been his for far longer than I knew.

He smiles again, slipping his fingers from inside me. “That’s right, baby. You’re all mine. Min perfect man.” He smears his cum-slicked fingers across my lips, chasing the action with a kiss. “How do you say ‘perfect’ in Swedish?”

I grin, holding him to me. “It’s ‘perfekt.’”

He blinks, leaning away. “Wait, really?”

I nod and he sighs with relief. “God, I’ll finally get one right on the first try.

” He steals my laugh with another kiss. Then I groan into his mouth as he fists my cock tight, stroking me hard and fast. His tongue flicks with mine.

I taste his release, mingled with the soft tang of the lube.

“Come for me,” he begs. “God, baby, come all over me. Make me drip too. So fucking perfect.”

I cry out, my hips pressing up into the furious stroking of his hand.

“I’m yours,” he pants against my lips. “Show ’em, baby. Show ’em how you claim your man—fuck,” he shouts on a laugh, rocking back and angling my cock up as I come. It spurts from my tip, landing on his abs. He doesn’t stop stroking me and I just keep coming.

“Oh god,” I cry, rocking into each stroke of his hand.

“Yes,” he praises. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Ducking down, he catches the last of my release in his mouth, sucking my tip until I’m begging him to stop. I finally lie back, breathless and boneless, completely wrung out.

There’s a satisfied smile on his face as he rubs my release into his skin.

In the light from the bathroom, I catch the glint of gold on his finger.

His wedding ring. I didn’t even put it there.

He slipped it on himself while we were sitting in Poppy’s office.

In that moment, he wore an expression like he was attending his own funeral.

No ring. No kiss, No family in attendance.

Teddy is always so worried about what others want and need.

He worries for Karro, for his sisters. But what about what he needs?

I know now how much he loves weddings. He and Karro watch reruns of Say Yes to the Dress: Atlanta by the hour.

What did our rushed wedding truly cost him?

I’ve never stopped to consider what he needs to make it right, to put it in the past, so we can all look to our future.

Grabbing his wrist, I pull him to me, sucking two of his fingers in my mouth, tasting my release against his skin.

He watches, his gaze still smoldering. Then I roll to the side, taking him with me.

We’re a tangle of limbs as our sweat-slicked bodies twist in the sheets of our marriage bed.

Gone is the hesitation I’ve felt these long weeks.

Now I want to pull him closer in the night, want him to wake with his cock in my mouth.

He is my husband, and this is our bed. I mean to please him in it.

Once I have him on his side, I sling a leg over his hip, wincing slightly at the new stretch and burn from where I’ve been used.

“Was that good for you?” he whispers. “You liked it?”

I brush my finger down the tip of his nose, doing my best to memorize the pattern of freckling on his cheeks, as I nod. “Give me a minute to catch my breath, and we’ll do it again.”

His eyes go wide as he laughs and leans away. “Oh god, what have I unleashed?”

I smile, rolling with him until he’s pinned under me. Each moment with Teddy is a gift, and I intend to take none of them for granted. I kiss my way down his chest. “I think I’ve got the idea of it now. You just lie back, mitt hj?rta. Leave the rest to me.”