Page 32 of Vengeful Reign

She moans and sighs, “Jack.” Slowly her hand glides over her right breast. Damn, my future wife is getting off in her sleep to thoughts of me. It would be much better if I took her straight there myself.

I take off my shirt and slide onto the bed. My fingers gently lift her top a little higher until her nipple is in my view. “Tell me you want me suck on your perfect tits,” I whisper.

“Yes,” she moans in her slumber. My mouth lazily captures her nipple, sucking softly, and then she wakes up, trying to push me off her, but I just release her nipple and smile. “Oh my God. What are you doing?”

“What you asked for. Now relax and let me finish what you started.” I tip my head back and nip on her breast. “Fuck, you’re so responsive. I can’t wait until I’m buried between your thighs.”

“Jack, what if…” she asks, losing her train of thought as my hand slips under her pajama shorts. I cup her ass and give it a rough squeeze.

“Don’t worry. I just checked on him. It’s only six. Let me please you,” I commanded. She needs to learn to submit to me for her own good. She nods. “Good girl. Time to get what you deserve and so desperately need.” My hand moves around to her soaking wet pussy. She’s covered in a light dusting of hair. I wonder if it matches her hair color, but I’ll see in just a minute because even if she comes on my fingers, I’m not going to be done yet. I want her to soak my face before John wakes up.

She fidgets nervously. “Relax, or I will have to spank you.”

“You’re all talk, Mr. MacNamara.”

“No, baby. I’m just trying to keep quiet for John’s sake. Our mansion at home is much larger. He won’t hear you scream as you get the spanking you deserve.” I lick the underside of her breast, and her head falls back. “You are going to cream all over my fingers after I turn your ass red. Then I’m going to fuck you until you remember that I’m in charge.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Keep challenging me,” I growl, and I bite down on her nipple. “I’m about to forget you’re a virgin and tear through that hole.” She clenches around my finger, enticed by getting railed, but I can’t do it and then have to stop because John wakes up. “If I wasn’t afraid of being interrupted, I would.”

“You’re a tease.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Wait until you defy me.” I pump my finger into her perfect, wet hole, watching her body learn what she likes.

“Jack,” she whispers.

“Tell me—are you going to be a good girl and come on my fingers like you should have years ago?”

“I…can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” I take her lips with mine, kissing her tenderly as I add a second finger, and my beautiful fiancée comes undone, soaking my fingers with her first of many orgasms for me. Bringing them to my mouth, I lick my digits and suck the glistening fuckers clean.

Her head is flat on the pillow as she tries to get herself under control, but I’m nowhere near done. I want another. It was too fast, and I only got a taste of her, a tiny sample. I need a feast.

“That was sweet, but where do you think you’re going?”

“I should check on John.”

“He’s fine. It’s only you and me in the house, and the house is locked up. He’s still asleep, so stop trying to hide from me. Don’t be embarrassed, because I’m so fucking turned on by your blush. The way you come is so sexy, but I want to see you do it again. I want to feel it, taste it as you do.” With my hand on her chest, I nudge her back onto the pillow.

“You’re wicked, Mr. MacNamara.” Grabbing the cotton material, I pull her bottoms off her ass and down her slender legs. Fuck, her curls are a shade lighter than the hair on her head, and I’m somehow even more turned on. I part her thighs.

She attempts to close them, but I slam them wide open. “Keep them open for me unless I tell you otherwise.” She gasps, but that sexy blush deepens. “That’s right. You like being told what to do by me, and that’s fine when it’s only me.” I press my thumb to the bottom of her slit and then swipe my tongue along it.

“Oh shit, wow.” I eat her like I’m starving because I am. Fuck, I’m pissed that I’ve missed out on her cunt all these years. She should have been mine, tied to me, lying in my bed every night, getting her pussy tongued down. That jackass she was dating was so lucky he didn’t fuck her because I’d kill him.

I dip my finger into her hole, stretching her out because I need to get her prepared for me. There’s no way she will be today, though, because I’m too damn big for her virgin little cunt.

“Jack, Jack,” she cries out, fisting my hair, running her hands up and down my neck and over my shoulders.

She clamps her hand over her mouth as she screams my name so loud that we both worry she’s woken John up, but thankfully he doesn’t stir more than a little movement in his bed. I pull back and swipe at my light beard. As much as I’d like to spend all morning giving her orgasms, I need to check on John.

“I’m going to wash up and check on John.”

“I’ll do it,” I tell her. I head into the bathroom and wash my hands and face. When I get out, I slip on my shirt, but she’s already out of the bedroom. I open the door, and John’s in her arms. She’s only wearing my button-down dress shirt, and she looks sexy as fuck in it.

“Time for breakfast, and then we’re going to head to the airport.”

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