Page 45 of Burn Bag

Sighing, I rolled over and closed my eyes. It didn’t matter. The rest of the marriage would come soon enough.

“Bradley.”

Her voice lured me from sleep, that seductive siren’s voice that made me wish I was on my knees right now worshiping her. Fuck, she was so gorgeous. I peeled my eyes open and grinned at my new wife. Staring down at me with big green eyes, I couldn’t help but think I was the luckiest fucking guy in the world.

“It wasn’t supposed to be you,” I whispered, still fighting off sleep.

“Well, thanks for that,” she huffed.

I shook my head slowly, unable to believe I ended up with such a beautiful woman at random. “No, what I mean is, you’re not what I chose.”

“Again,” she rolled her eyes, “very flattering.”

“You know what I mean. You’re fucking gorgeous. How is it possible you haven’t already been snatched up by some other guy?”

She smiled brightly at me, her blonde locks falling in a curtain infront of her face. I sat up on my elbow, brushing them back so I could see those gorgeous eyes.

“You really think I’m gorgeous?”

That coquettish smile nearly did me in. Why the fuck was I waiting? We were married—sort of—and she had a ring on her finger. There was absolutely no reason why I shouldn’t go for it.

I sat up, and tentatively leaned in. Maybe I was fucking crazy, but this whole thing had been fucked up from the start. Why would I decide to make better decisions now?

My lips slammed against hers and she gasped as I took her by surprise, immediately opening for me. “Fuck, I can’t wait,” I murmured against her lips.

“Then don’t.” Her hands immediately went to my shirt, tugging it over my head, but I was already skimming my fingers over her soft skin, brushing her breasts as I felt her nipples press against my chest.

“I need you,” she murmured.

Just a single brush of her hand over my cock was all it took to make me hard. I started wiggling out of my pants just as she batted at my cock playfully.

Chuckling, I undressed faster. “Give me a second.”

“I need it now,” she purred. Then her hand latched onto my cock and I hissed in a breath at her death grip.

“Careful with the goods.”

“What fun would that be?”

I frowned just as her nails dug into my cock, instantly deflating it as pain seared through my whole body unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

“What the fuck?” I shouted, screaming it over and over again.

“Bradley!” Daphne shouted, shaking my shoulders.

My eyes popped open, but the pain didn’t end. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

“Me?” she shrieked.

Another sharp pain sliced into me and I cried out, flinging the covers off just in time to see a little white fur ball latched onto mynow soft cock. Agony shot through me as I grabbed the cat and tried to yank him off, only succeeding in him digging in harder.

“Oh my God!” Daphne screamed, reaching for the cat.

“Get it off me!”

She finally scruffed him and pulled him away from me, but relief was too far away. I could only hold my pitiful cock and pray the little bastard hadn’t torn it to shreds.

“I’m never having sex again,” I muttered, rolling to my side.

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