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Jolynn’s heart dropped to her feet at the sound of a motorboat. Dear God that was him. She ran to the mirror and checked herself, adjusting her breasts in the black lace bra and making sure the slutty black dress was straight in all the right places. She turned and checked her butt one more time. Yep, still there. Still fine. She sucked in a slow breath and released it.

Enduring an entire party with him but not with him had been torment. He didn’t touch her in public, but he had managed to get her alone at one point. And still, he didn’t touch her but he did tell her why at least.

If I touch you, I’ll rip your clothes off and not stop until you’re completely mine. Can I meet you tonight at your place?

Holy mudpies, yes. Yes, you can meet me at my place. And he’d dressed like a… like a what? Not in a suit but a long black leather coat and black outlaw hat with ass-kicking boots. It transformed him. From drop dead scary gorgeous to… melt my bones times two gorgeous !

On the pier, she waved as he made his way toward her, the clonk of his boots echoing in her body that trembled like a fall leaf. It was chilly so she could blame the cold. He gave zero smiles as she held her breath, bracing for what she knew was coming judging by the air ahead of him rippling with a boiling hot purpose.

“Hi,” she gasped when he made it to her.

He scooped her off her feet, bringing her shocked squeal as he carried her toward the house, cradled in his arms, delicious earthy cologne masturbating her privates.

“Which way is your bedroom,” he said when they entered the door and shut it.

“That way,” she pointed.

He made his way to it and opened it. He deposited her on the bed and turned for the door, shutting and locking it. With his back to her, he removed his coat and hung it on the door hook right over her robe while her eyes took in his thick body packed perfectly in all black. He removed his hat next and hung it then turned, his hands on his belt.

“Stay just like that,” he said, opening his belt then pulling his black thermal shirt out of his pants and right over his head. He tossed it, she wasn’t sure where while her eyes gobbled up the intricate tattoos covering his chest. And what a chest. And torso. He was surprisingly cut, his muscles all sharp and well used . He removed his boots next then returned to his pants while her mouth hung open. Black satin came into view, filling her gaze and filthy mind. What. A. King. His pants went all the way down, but her eyes stayed on the massive mountain pushing against the shiny ebony.

Have. Effing. Mercy. On. Me.

He hooked his thumbs in the top band of the underwear and her heart boomed as he slowly lowered just the front as if he knew it was all she cared about. She couldn’t stop her gasp when a massive, inked limb came into view that he lifted in his hand and aimed right at her.

“Do you remember what I said about your pleasure?”

She couldn’t remember anything while watching his thick, inked fingers slide along his cock, his other hand barely moving on his balls. She nodded anyway because all he’d told her about anything, she’d obeyed. “I’m going to let you pick one thing. After that, it’ll be everything I want and exactly how I want it. Yes?”

She nodded and gulped, then squeaked out her, “Yes,” as his cock got larger with every step he took for her.

“What does my angel want for her gift?”

Oh. God.

It took her ten whole seconds to climb her eyes up his body and finally fall headlong into his inferno gaze .

He reached and stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “You can have anything your heart desires . Or your pussy .”

She was about to faint. The lust that dripped from that one very private word had her absolutely speechless and without ability to think.

“Would you like me to pick for you, angel?” His thumb moved over her lip, drawing way too many gasps if she was going to remain conscious.

Him pick. She managed a nod because there was no way she was about to vocalize anything sexual.

His fingers stroked under her jaw as if measuring. They all tightened as his mouth lowered for hers then stopped inches before touchdown. “Let me taste you .”

Yes. That required little ability. Or so she thought. He started with mapping out every inch of her lips with the tip of his tongue, causing her breaths to shake as she clutched the bedcovers in desperate fists, her nipples and clit pulsing with every slow moaning stroke he made. His fingers squeezed her jaw open for the passage of his tongue. Every graze of his lips on hers as he flicked and teased her tongue brought desperation to her moans. And oh God, the eager thickening of his hot breaths as he licked said he was toying with his prey. Prey he fully intended to kill. And she could hardly stand the wait !

Her mouth flew open with a cry when his finger moved over her nipple, bringing a bolt of heat between her legs. Her cries didn’t stop as he methodically brought them to hard, sensitive points while a sadistic greed filled his moans. The clamp on her jaw tightened another notch as he finally moved in for the devour, pushing her mouth open with his for the plundering of her life. Oh God. She had never been kissed like this. His mouth moved every which way on hers, locking hard and tight as his tongue licked angrily at hers, his breaths nothing but hot groans pushing into her lungs while he captured her nipple between furious fingers until she was literally crying out with need.

He suddenly straightened and she sat there drunk on desire, her mouth open and throbbing and tingling as he stared down at her, his own chest heaving, eyes molten as he gently pressed a hand against her chest and eased her onto her back. She stared at the ceiling as he lifted one leg and removed her high heel, placing her foot on the bed. He did the same to the other, placing that foot way too far from the other and yet not far enough.

She clenched her eyes tight as he moved her dress slowly up, working the material past her ass and to her waist. His huge hands rested on her knees now tightly closed, fingers sliding silkily along the locked gesture. Soon, every hot tip focused where they’d glued themselves shut as he mercilessly opened them. He took his time, like he had with his kiss, each second bringing another inch and more gasps.

“Put your hands behind your lower back,” he ordered softly. “Right at the top of your succulent ass.” She had never been so horny in her life as she obeyed him, cries straining before he even touched her. “Very good my angel,” he praised hotly, his hands moving from her knees down her inner thighs now flat against the bed. “You want my fingers touching you right here?” Four fingers grazed over her now wide-open pussy, still covered in black lace. The bolt of desire rocked her world.

“Vex!”

A guttural moan came with his, “Sweet fucking angel.” His other hand stroked over the same path while his first felt along her ass against the bed. “Do you know how often I’ve dreamed about seeing this? My hands all over my pussy?”

She panted and latched her fingers together as her hips writhed from the hard pleasure pulsing in her clit as he got more aggressive with his second premeditated kill. He was going to slaughter her. And every fiber of her body quaked with that guarantee.

“Oh my God,” she panted when he closed her legs and latched his fingers onto her panties.

“You mean ‘Oh my King’ ,” he corrected softly, the panties pausing halfway down. “You fucking wreck me. ”

“Vex,” she worried when those random threatening growls came with his every breath while she worried over his reaction to her most intimate part. She didn’t do anything drastic, but she did trim a little.

The panties were yanked off and her knees hit the bed in a single, rough move. “Oh my God,” she shot out, fearing she might combust or come on the spot somehow.

Again, his hands slowly slid along her inner thighs. There was nothing silky about his touch. It was hard and possessive as it felt everything beneath her skin. At the juncture of her thighs, he pounced without warning, his mouth pressing against her privates, fingers digging angrily in her ass as his tongue fought with vicious growls to get to the bottom of her pussy. His nose dueled with her clit as he French-kissed her just like he’d done her mouth.

“Oh my God, oh God!” she cried, straining to open wider, so desperate to hold on to his head. “I’m coming Vex! I’m coming!”

Her butt suddenly hit the bed when he released her. “Like hell you are,” he gasped, rising like a predator to his full, terrifying height. “You come when the head of my cock is banging the fuck out of that tight little pussy . Take off that fucking dress.”

He paced next to the bed as she scrambled to obey, watching her with a furious look as she did. She finished and returned to her same pose, putting her hands behind her again. Her heart tried to launch from her chest at the ravenous way he eyed her heaving chest. Her sharp cry flew when his huge hands put her breasts in a death grip as he devoured one then the other, teeth scratching and tugging, tongue lapping, lips sucking hickies everywhere they went. Oh God poured from her as she opened her legs, fighting to reach him with her aching clit!

The freak storm ended the same way it began—instantly. Now her hips were in that death grip and being yanked off the bed. “Tell me how long you’ve dreamed of this,” he ordered, his eyes so hard on her as the tip of his cock moved along her slit.

“Always!” she panted, gripping the covers beneath her back now as the huge head stretched her near virgin opening.

“Did you imagine this ?”

He moved so very slowly into her, every centimeter bringing a stinging pinch.

“Or… did you imagine this…”

He sheathed his cock in one powerful thrust, the pain and pleasure bowing her off the bed with hot sparks of ecstasy arcing through her mind then body.

“Such a wickedly sweet pussy you’ve haunted me with, Angel,” he accused, those warning rumbles back as his fingers prepared for the real onslaught .

Her body trembled with her whimpers, every cell screaming do it. Dear God, do it, fuck me to pieces.

“Let me see you touch your sweet cunt.”

She worked her right hand out from behind her, drunkenly gazing into his eyes as she rubbed her clit.

He watched her fingers swirl over the tight ache, his cock pulsing several times deep inside her, pinching at the walls of her pussy as his angry fingers dug deeper into her hips. “Look at my nasty little wife, rubbing her sweet cunt.” The praise was one thousand percent accusation promising punishment. “Is it fucking hot, Angel?” he asked, eyes glistening with a power that rippled from his cock through her body.

“So hot,” she gasped, hurrying her swirls, and drawing that massive orgasm closer to her.

“I’m going to let you come, sweet Angel,” he shuddered, watching her fingers, barely tugging on her hips, and creating the perfect friction. “And right when it’s so fucking good, I’m going to tear into this tight pussy.”

“Vex!” she gasped, his threat bringing her orgasm racing up to her fingers.

“Yeah, baby? Your sweet pussy is coming? I feel it, so fucking tight on my cock.”

“VEX! ”

He pumped the head of his cock gently against her core as her orgasm barreled in and bowed and thrashed her about.

“ Now , Angel,” he warned with a growl, falling on top of her.

The rapid, hammer of his cock did just what she knew it would. Utterly devastated. She held her breath when the screams came with every strike against her core, his passion’s power crippling her down to her soul.

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Vex pulled his wife on top of him when he’d given his bride every drop of his wedding vow. And with it went his rage at the Bat Fiend. His curse was now the greatest gift he’d ever known much less received. He likely would never have tapped into the sexual feast hiding in his royally arrogant bones without it. There was no doubt in his mind those sexual obsessions belonged expressly to him, not Nitro. He’d feared he was being overtaken with another man’s sexual diseases. Hardly. This disease had his name written all over it. He saw that now and eagerly owned it. He still had reservations that it was too much for her. Nitro said he’d figured out his cravings were a direct answer to her deepest desires. She wanted the insanity he demolished her with. The difference was he had healing saliva. Vex didn’t .

He stroked his hands over his wife’s limp body, the hard race of her heart against his chest the first confirmation of life. “Are you okay, Angel?” he whispered. “Did I kill you?”

“Mmmmm no,” she murmured. “But you did demolish your cute vagina.”

His chuckle burst from him as a million watts of joy bubbled in his blood at hearing the tease.

“And maybe a fractured pelvis.”

He wrapped his arms around her, then his legs. “I have my very own Angel,” he murmured, pressing his face in her silky curls. “Can you believe that?”

“That’s nice,” she mumbled. “I’d like to meet her someday.”

She raised her head, and he pulled her to his lips, kissing her. He leaned up more, already addicted to feeling her mouth with his. “I love your lips,” he said, sucking her lower one. “And your pussy . And your breasts surpassed my wildest fantasies.”

She smiled. “You expected….?”

“Not perfection,” he said to which she snorted.

“They are not perfect.” She lay her head back on his chest. “Soooo, when do we make it official?”

He smiled, capturing her ass in his hands, and squeezing. “We just did.”

“I mean… tell the fam. ”

“The fam,” he said. “Whenever you want to, Angel.”

“Are we gonna like… do a thing with it?”

“A thing… what does this mean in Jolynn language?”

“Like a kind of… I don’t know. Thing. Don’t you do things for marriages where you come from?” Her head popped up with a sharp breath. “Where are you from? Please say you’re German. I put money on that.”

He laughed rolling her onto her back and kissing her. “How much did you bet?”

“Five bucks!”

“Then you’re five bucks…”

“Richer?”

“Indeed.”

Her squeal of excitement got him instantly hard, and he moved her against his insatiable Jolynn appetite, getting her shocked gasp and “Oh dear.”

He chuckled at the worry in her tone. “I will resist for at least a day. After that, I’m seeing my Bat friend for healing potions.”

“Ohhhh, you like… know him?”

“I do. I told you about our little biting scheme.”

“Yes, and I thought you hated him.”

“I did.”

She smiled, stroking her fingers over his head. “I’ve been wanting to do this. Do you shave or just not grow hair?”

He went back to kissing her. “I just not grow hair.”

“By choice?”

“By a rare solar event and my brother Zodak.” He snaked his tongue around hers. “I was standing too close to him when he lost control, and we had to protect him.”

“That’s terrible,” she said with a moan that made him smile.

“Horrible.”

“Except…” She stroked his head with all her fingers, raking her nails and bringing a wave of hunger. “I really love it.”

“I love your fucking nails on it.”

“Mmmm… maybe next time you’ll let me use them when you’re…”

He lifted his head. “When I’m what?”

“You know.”

He shook his head. “No clue.”

She laughed. “I’m not a dirty talker.”

“I suggest you learn. Say it.”

“Noooo,” she whined with furrowed brows. “Angels don’t say that!”

“Mine does. Say it. When I eat your pussy.”

“Yes! That! ”

He laughed at the pink in her cheeks, watching her go serious. “What’s that look?”

“I just… want to thank you.”

He brought her fingers to his mouth and kissed them. “For what, Angel?” He watched her eyes fill with tears before she closed them and turned her head. He gently turned it back and kissed her. “Whatever it is, you’re welcome. Anytime.”

She chuckled, sniffling. “Thank you for… picking me. And loving me.”

It was his turn to chuckle. “Thank Rosavelt. Her little spirit brought us together.”

She clasped his face and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him with a hunger that brought a rumble in his chest. “We can shower. And then I can have my gift you gave me earlier that you had to pick for me because I couldn’t think while seeing you naked for the first time.”

He lowered his head, laughing in her shoulder.

“What! It’s true.”

“What does my Angel want?” His laughter returned at seeing she’d not be able to voice it. “Please say you want to suck my cock.”

Her eyes popped open with a big smile. “Yes!”

“Fuck,” he murmured, kissing her softly.

“We can shower together.”

“I’ll let you if you sit your sweet pussy on my mouth and use your nails on my scalp.”

“Oh my swamp stars,” she squealed, covering her eyes with a hand. “Deal!”