Page 64 of The Wrong Husband (The Davenports #6)

Connor

"No apologies." I allow myself a smirk. "Not even for what I’m going to do to you."

She barely has time to register my words, when I scoop her up in my arms.

Surprise widens her eyes. Lust stains her cheeks. She looks at me in a way that tells me she knows what I want to do to her and that she welcomes it. Damn, if that doesn’t turn my groin to granite.

I head out of her kitchen down the hallway and into the bedroom. I walk over to the bed, then pause. "Are you okay if?—"

"Yes." She nods. "I want you to show me how much I belong to you. I want you to wipe away all the memories that hold me back. I want you to make me yours again."

A possessiveness squeezes my soul and turns my stomach into a writhing mass of need. My heart booms in my chest. My blood pounds in my ears.

"Say it." I set my jaw. "Tell me what I want to hear."

"I… I want you to fuck me on this bed."

Barely are the words out, when I drop her on the mattress. She bounces once, then shoves the hair that’s fallen into her eyes out of her face.

"On your hands and knees," I snap.

"Wh-a-a-t?" Her eyes bug out.

"You heard me." I narrow my gaze on her. "Don’t make me repeat myself."

She swallows, then slowly turns over. I grab her waist and pull her close, until her feet are at the edge of the bed.

When I flatten my palm on the middle of her back and push down, she gasps, but obligingly slides down, so her cheek is pressed into the mattress and her butt is extended up in the air.

I keep a hold of her waist, and cup her arse cheek through the skirt of her dress.

She shudders but otherwise stays still.

"Good girl." I squeeze her butt.

A breathless moan spills from her lips, revealing how turned on she is.

"If I touch your pussy, will I find you wet and needy for your husband’s cock?"

She nods.

"Too bad, you’re going to have to wait until I’m done with you."

"What are you—" She gasps as I flip up the skirt of her dress. And when I grab hold of her panties and tear them off, a full body shudder grips her.

"Connor," she whines.

"Stay still," I order.

Instantly, she freezes, toes tucked in as she grasps hold of the mattress.

"This is going to hurt." I bring my hand down on her butt. The crack of my palm connecting with the smooth skin of her behind has her entire body jolting. She cries out and grabs hold of the blanket with white-skinned knuckles.

"Count the slaps," I growl.

"One," she says in a breathless voice. Then groans when I follow up with a slap to her other butt cheek.

"Two," she whimpers.

I slap the first again.

"Three," she says on a rush.

And the next. I alternate between her arse cheeks.

Her voice follows each hit of my palm on her behind.

She counts until I reach twenty. When her voice breaks, I stop with my palm on her heated skin.

I massage the curve of her behind. Another moan spills from her lips.

I lower my hand, admiring my palm prints on the creamy expanse.

"So fucking gorgeous."

Her knees threaten to give way at my praise. I squeeze her hip and hold her up. And when I trail my fingers down the cleavage bisecting her rump to the valley between her pussy lips, she almost topples over.

"You’re so wet, your cum is trickling down your inner thigh."

She tries to pull her legs together in response, but I squeeze each of her outer thighs and stop her. And when I bend and lick down her melting slit, she cries out in surprise. "Connor, it’s…too much."

"Good." I lick up her pussy lips, then pull them apart and curl my tongue around her swollen clit.

"Connor, ohmigod," she pleads.

I stuff my tongue inside her trembling slit.

She makes a huffing sound. I massage her reddened backside then eat her out.

I slurp on her pussy, lick up the cum drenching her inner thighs, all the time holding her open at my mercy.

She writhes and tries to pull away. With my tongue still pushed into her tight slit, I slap her cunt.

A long, low sound emerges from her lips, and she orgasms.

Her back curves, and her body shudders as she climaxes.

When the aftershocks ripple up her spine, I lean over her. I grip her chin, so she’s forced to look up at me.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You," she says without hesitation.

"Who does your pussy belong to?"

"You."

I curl her long strands of hair around my hand and tug.

She whimpers. Goosebumps pop on the back of her neck.

"Who do you trust more than anyone in this world?" Perhaps, it’s wrong of me to ask this question. But she’s my wife.

My soul mate. My other half. I want…need her to come to me first, when…

If she needs anything. "Answer me, Fever. "

"You," she moans. "You. Connor. I trust you more than I trust myself."

"Good answer."

I use her hair as leverage to maneuver her up on her knees.

It causes her scalp to hurt. It causes her to feel the twinges all the way down her spine and to her cunt.

It causes her to lower yet another barrier as she finds herself at my mercy.

Releasing my hold on her hair, I pull her dress up.

She automatically raises her arms, and I pull it off.

Then I relieve her of her bra, so she’s naked.

With only her glorious hair cascading down her back, I make short work of my clothes and my shoes, leaving her in her heels.

Then I urge her to bend over again. Another trembling undulates up her spine. And when I grasp her hips and fit my cock against her slit, a full body shudder grips her. "I’m going to fuck you now."

I thrust into her. Her entire body jolts. She throws her head back and pants, mouth open, eyes closed, ecstasy on her features.

Seeing the pleasure I bring her makes my dick swell even more, pushing against the walls of her channel.

Her warm, snug pussy clamps around my cock, and when she squeezes down with her inner muscles, it’s my turn to groan.

She’s so fucking tight. So wet. So, everything.

Despite the fact that I’ve already been inside her, I need to give her time to adjust to my size again.

I set my jaw, plant my feet on the floor, and stop myself from ramming into her.

When I feel her relax, I pull out until I’m balanced at the entrance to her gorgeous slit, then in one smooth move, I impale her.

My balls slap against her pussy, and I brush up against the entrance to her cervix.

She whimpers and shudders and slaps her hand into the mattress.

The way her entire body shudders, and her hips undulate, and her arms tremble like they’re barely able to hold up her weight, I know she’s close.

I reach down to where we’re connected, and scooping up her cum, I smear it around her forbidden entrance.

She shivers, curves her back, and I slide further inside of her. "You take me so beautifully, baby."

I work my finger inside her forbidden hole, and she mewls. "Connor," she says on a breathy cry.

"Hearing my name from your lips is the most beautiful sound in the entire world," I praise her.

I work my finger in and out of her, then add another. She shudders again. Sweat glistens on her skin.

"That’s it." I squeeze her fleshy rump, and she begins to pant.

"OMG, I think, I’m going to come."

I spank her butt. "Not without me."

I pull out of her and plunge inside with enough force that the entire bed jolts. Once more, I hit that spot inside of her, again and again. I pick up my pace until she tries to pull away, trying to escape the orgasm that’s about to break over her.

That’s when I pull out completely and replace my fingers with my cock at her puckered hole. A tilt of my hips, and I punch through the ring of muscle at the entrance.

She cries out. Her arms go out from under her. She pushes her cheek into the mattress and pleads, "Let me come, please."

In answer, I plunge into her again bottoming out inside of her. A lusty cry emerges from her.

I set a punishing rhythm. Thrusting into her with enough force for my balls to slap against her pussy.

"You hit the anterior fornix erogenous zone?—"

Slap.

"—the pleasure point located between the cervix and the bladder," she chokes out.

Slap.

"It is one of five deep vaginal erogenous zonesthat research associates with the female orgasm."

"Good to know." I pick up my pace even more, making sure she can feel every millimeter of my extended cock, then reach around to rub on her clit.

"Connor," she yells. "Connor please?—"

I lean over her and growl in her ear, "Come."