Page 175 of Mess With Me

“So, husband.” Sasha says now. She’s done her little happy sigh, and now she’s grinning wickedly at me as she reaches behind her back to unzip her dress. “Where shall we christen this marriage?”

“How’s right here?” I ask, taking over and pulling the zipper down.

“We could make it more fun.” She steps neatly out of the dress.

“Goddamn,” I say, sucking in a breath as I take in my stunning wife. She’s wearing a strapless black lace bra and panty set, along with garters and thigh-high pantyhose.

She turns around and flashes me her ass, most of which is bare under the cut of those underwear.

I growl, reaching for her, but she jumps out of the way.

“No way. You have to catch me first.” She kicks off her heels. “Wherever you do, that’s where you can take me.”

I shake my head. “You won’t make it two—”

She sprints, feinting left.

But I’m right, of course. She doesn’t make it even one second, because I catch her easily, spinning her around. “Something you maybe didn’t know about me, sweetheart,” I say as I throw her over my shoulder. “Is that I’m faster than I look.”

She squeals as I stalk around the house; louder when I give her ass a smack.

But she’s laughing so hard I can tell she’s having trouble breathing. Or is that because she’s upside down? “Oh my God, you brute, put me down!”

“Hmm,” I say, peering down the hallway at my choices. None of the furniture is in place yet—the apartment we were staying in until we found this place was fully furnished.

We’ve been sleeping on an air mattress in the main bedroom. “This’ll do,” I say.

I swing her off my shoulder and toss her onto the mattress, where she bounces very fucking appealingly.

“Hey!” she cries.

But I shrug out of my shirt, then pull my belt out of my pants with a swift snapping sound.

“Oh God,” she says, her eyes falling to half-mast. “That sound.”

I drop the belt on the ground with a clunk, then jump on the bed beside her.

This, of course, makes her go flying, and she shrieks, legs kicking in the air. I have to jump under her to catch her in time.

She beats me on the chest, laughing. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“You look a lot like you do trying to shove me into swimming holes.”

“How dare you?” She knocks her little fists against my chest some more, but she’s laughing, looking more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her.

“You done?” I ask.

I don’t wait for her to answer. I flip her onto her back, pinning her arms over her head. “That’s enough goofing off,” I say. “I’m hungry.”

Sasha laughs hard, but it’s gone a moment later when I let her go, pulling her panties aside and taking her with my tongue.

I don’t make her wait. I bring her straight to her first orgasm, and then I don’t wait either. I pull myself out of my shorts and slide into her wet, still-clenching center, making her open her mouth and do a little gasping moan.

“That’s my girl,” I groan into her ear as I thrust myself into her. She wraps her legs around me, giving everything to me.

“Griffin,” she breathes in my ear right as I’m teetering on the edge.

“Yes?”

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