Page 102 of Burn Bag

“Not anymore. You’re my husband.”

“Well, I think the gigantic step of getting married is enough for one year. We really don’t need to add a baby to the mix.”

“I’m on birth control, and I’m super good at taking it. Like, I never miss a day.”

“Never?”

She thought about it, then opened her mouth and sighed. “Well, the day I was hungover was the one day. But that never happens. Speaking of…”

“Condoms?”

“No, sex. We haven’t…”

“Well, I was attacked by a cat. It sort of killed the mood.”

“I figured, but…you know, technically, we haven’t consummated the marriage.”

“I’m well aware,” I answered, my voice low and gravelly. Fuck, I was going to get hard in the grocery store. “I have my reasons.”

“Reasons like…”

I glanced around, catching the old lady just a few feet away, listening curiously. “I hardly think the grocery store is the place to discuss this.”

“Right,” she said breathlessly, pushing away from me, blushing brightly. “We should probably finish shopping.”

“Yes. Food. It’s good for eating and cooking.”

“Eating and cooking is good,” she repeated. “We should definitely do that.”

“Right.”

I swallowed hard, wishing I was anywhere other than in the middle of the grocery store. But I was, and I had to tame my cock before everyone around me knew exactly what I was thinking of doing to my wife.

“Home. We should probably go home.”

I shovedher through the front door, my tongue already fucking her mouth as I tore the clothes from her body. As soon as her shirt was over her head, I grabbed her by the ass and hauled her up into my arms, kicking the door shut as I stormed for the stairs. Fuck, I needed to be inside this woman.

“It’s been too long,” I mumbled, brushing my lips across her collarbone.

“Since you had sex?” she gasped, gripping my hair in her hands as she brought my lips to hers.

I stumbled up the stairs, barely keeping us upright as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. I made it double-time and kicked the door shut behind me, tossing us both on the bed as my hands got to work on her shirt.

“Since I last tasted you,” I answered. My teeth grasped onto her bra and tugged as my fingers worked the back side. I couldn’t wait to get those tits in my mouth.

The latch came undone seconds later and her breasts were free. Tossing the bra aside, I sucked her nipple in my mouth, groaning as she gripped my hair and tugged hard. Fuck, I was going to come in my jeans if I didn’t slow this down.

But I couldn’t stop the runaway train we were on. I needed to be inside her, to feel her pussy wrapped around me, strangling my cock. Spinning us, I propped her over my legs and worked her pants off while I switched to her other breast, circling her nipple with my tongue before sucking on it.

“So fucking beautiful.” My hands slid over the smooth skin of her ass that filled my hands just right. Every inch of her was so fucking perfect. It took way too fucking long to rid her of her pants, but as she straddled my thighs and rubbed her pussy against my dick, I realized something very important.

In just seconds, I would be sheathed inside my wife. This was a first for both of us, and it was going to be fucking amazing.

“Bradley,” she whispered, her lips brushing across my neck. “Don’t stop. I need you.”

She ground herself against me again, and this time, there was no stopping me. I shucked my jeans, balancing her precariously above me, then stroked my cock as she slowly tore herself from my body just long enough to look down at my straining erection.

A laugh burst from her lips as she tossed back her head, instantly deflating my ego. “Oh, thank God!”

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