Page 74 of Walkoff Wedding

“Fuck, baby,” I murmur gruffly. “You’re already a mess for me.”

Her eyes fly open, holding mine as she drags her bottom lip between her teeth to hold back a moan. Finally touching her, feeling her wet heat soaking my fingers, seeing the evidence of her desire on every inch of her face is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

I’m enthralled by her.

Enthralled by my wife.

I sweep my thumb over her swollen little clit once, watching as her knuckles turn white with her tight grip on the chair. She tosses her head back, and the softest, neediest fucking moan tumbles from her parted lips.

A sound I’ll never forget as long as I fucking live.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

She nods rapidly, her throat working as she whispers raggedly, “Yes-s.”

Chuckling, I rub tight circles on her clit, a slow, languid rhythm. I’m in no hurry—I could stay here all fucking day, watching her like this. I could spend all day making her wet for me.

I’m desperate for a taste of her, so I pull my fingers from her clit and bring them to my mouth. As she lifts her head, her gaze snapping to mine, I close my lips around my fingers, sucking the taste of her off them.

Goddamnit, she tastes just the way I imagined she would. Musky and sweet like strawberries. Like the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

Her bright blue eyes are wide with surprise as she watches me. I bring my fingers back to her pussy, only this time, I circle her entrance, discovering that she’s even more fucking soaked.

“Does it turn you on knowing that I’m fucking obsessed with the way you taste? Because you’re so wet for me, baby. Does it turn you on to know that if we weren’t in this library where anyone could walk in, I’d lay you out on this table and eat your pussy until you were dripping down my chin and then lick up every drop?”

My favorite pink stains her cheeks, trailing down her neck, and she nods.

“Good, because once you let me taste you there with my tongue, I’m going to do it every fucking chance I get.”

I get another little whimper in response, so I slowly push one finger inside, her pussy clamping down around it. Holy fucking shit, she’s so goddamn tight. I can barely get my finger in despite how wet she is.

“Oh god.” She moans hoarsely. “Grant. That… I?—”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Her gaze snaps to mine, and she shakes her head emphatically, “No. No… please don’t.”

I swallow roughly, praying I don’t come in my pants like a fucking teenager from touching her for the first time. I slide my finger deeper, gently hooking it up and easily finding her G-spot.

She grips the chair even tighter and inhales sharply, the tip of her tongue dragging along her bottom lip as I start to stroke her there.

“Have you ever come like this?” I ask, my brows furrowing. When she looks up at me with confusion, I skim my finger along her G-spot again. “Come with something inside you. With your fingers or a toy?”

“N-no. I… I’ve never been able to make myself… finish that way either.”

Fuck. I’m going to be the first time she’s ever come from penetration.

Using my free hand, I grasp her by the nape, pulling her to me, my finger still buried deep in her needy pussy, and close my mouth over hers, kissing her like a man possessed.

Maybe I am.

Knowing I’m the only one to ever touch her this way has an epic surge of possessiveness overtaking me until I can’t even fucking think straight. All I can focus on is her tight little pussy clenching around my finger, sucking me in deeper, and the taste of her still lingering on my tongue as I kiss her.

I withdraw my finger and slide it back in, once, then twice, her pussy weeping for me each time, soaking my hand more with each thrust.

She’s moaning against my mouth louder now, her hips writhing as she reaches for me, her fingers digging into my abs.

I pull back, peering down at her. “I need you to be quiet for me, baby. I know it’s hard, but I don’t want anyone to see what’s mine. No one gets to see my wife soaking my fingers. No one else sees this sweet little pussy.”

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