Page 104 of Walkoff Wedding

There’s nothing in the world I love more than watching my wife chase her pleasure, those pouty pink lips parted, her eyes squeezed shut on the brink of an orgasm.

“Are you going to come for me, baby? Are you going to let me pump you full of my cum until it leaks out of you? Making you a mess?”

Her pussy clamps down around my cock as she throws her head back and cries out as her orgasm rocks through her. I feel her thighs tremble, and her nails making half-moons on my chest as she rides it out, writhing, grinding her clit against my pelvis.

“Come inside me, Grant, please.”

The breathless, raspy tone of her voice combined with the way her pussy’s contracting around me is all it takes. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips as I come, doing exactly as I promised, filling her with all of my cum.

My gaze drops to where I’m buried inside of her and I see her pretty pink little pussy stretched around me, our cum dripping out of her and coating my cock.

A surge of possessiveness courses through me at the sight.

Goddamn. I can’t believe that she’s mine, really fucking mine.

When the aftershocks of her orgasm have subsided, she sags against my chest, burying her face in my neck. Sated and boneless from riding my cock is one of my favorite versions of my wife.

Every version of her is my favorite.

“Is it… is sex always like this?” Addie whispers as she drags the tips of her fingers along my chest, making the shapes of stars along my skin.

Bringing my hand to her hair, I brush the damp strands out of her face and shake my head. “Nothing has ever been the way it is with you, Addie. I’ve never felt the way that I do about you… about anyone. It’s different because the way we feel about each other is real. It’s different because I love you.”

She lifts her head from my chest and peers up at me through her thick, dark lashes. “I love you too. Thank you for loving me… and for being my best friend.”

“Always ArtGirl. For better or worse.”

chapter twenty-nine

Addie

“I think you might be the best husband in the entire world.”

Grant’s lip twitches from the driver’s seat as he glances over at me. “You think, baby?”

“Okay, fine. You’re definitely the best,” I reply sweetly. “Who else would take their wife to get ice cream at almost midnight?”

To be fair, it’s entirely his fault that I’m up this late. I was nearly asleep when he climbed into bed and wrapped me up in his arms, pressing lingering kisses along the curve of my neck until I was breathless.

Not that I’m complaining, because I got two incredible orgasms out of it, per usual.

I’ve been craving pecan praline ice cream from my favorite ice cream parlor, and when I told Grant as we lay in bed, he immediately got dressed and said he was taking me, even though it was the middle of the night.

Add it to the very long list of reasons why I’m head over heels in love with this man.

I’ve never felt like a priority to… anyone. Until Grant.

With him, I feel worthy of love. Worthy of being put first. He makes me feel adored and cherished in ways that I never thought I would ever experience.

“If you ask for it, it’s yours, Addie,” he says as he reaches over the console and curves his large palm along the top of my thigh.

New turn-on unlocked? My husband holding my thigh as he drives. My gaze rakes along his handsome profile as my teeth rake over my bottom lip. The veiny, defined muscles of his arms flex subtly as he grips the wheel, and it’s entirely too hot.

“I love you,” I say with a smile. “Not just because you take me to get ice cream in the middle of the night, but… it definitely helps.”

He laughs. “I’m just glad that they’re open twenty-four hours, but then again, everything here is.”

Lucky me.

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