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“Give me those words, Wren. No words, no pleasure.”
“Yes, I’m yours.”
“And now I’m going to use my mouth on you until scream for me.” His hands were at the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants. “And as much as I like seeing you in my clothes, these have to go.”
CHAPTER FIVE
LOREN
Thesehadalwaysbeena favorite pair of pants for me. But now, shit, I was never going to be able to wash them again. Not if I wanted to wash away the sweetest smell of my new wife’s arousal. I’d wondered if she knew what she was doing as she’d rubbed her pussy up against my belly. I could feel the heat of her against me, and knowing how pliant and wet Wren had gotten just from a few kisses, my entire body ached to see what was under these sweats.
And now that I revealed a tiny, barely there black thong, followed by beautiful long legs, I wanted to taste every inch of her, but most of all, that place between her legs that was drawing me in like honey. I could practically taste her on my tongue.
Untouched. She was completely untouched. But for the first time since I’d agreed to this insane deal, there was nothing in my mind that was stopping me. No guilt. No shame.
I was going to claim what was mine. But not in the way she assumed. Or that her fucking family did. Tonight, I would show her what it would be like with me. I wanted to taste her cum on my tongue and know I was the first to ever do that.
Then tomorrow, if she was still here, if she hadn’t run, then I’d fill up that beautiful body with my cock and pray to God she got pregnant.
I leaned back, dropping the pants to the floor and then slowly easing her thong down her legs.
Suddenly it didn’t seem as important for her to fall pregnant immediately. Perhaps I would be able to enjoy her a little longer, then. My cock throbbed again from where I’d had to tuck it into my own waistband. It had been hard since the moment she walked in tonight.
Yanking two barstools closer, I put one on either side of my hips and slowly guided her feet to them. She was tall enough that it gave her leverage while still kept her ass perfectly poised on the edge of the counter.
A soft noise slipped from her pretty mouth as I moved there, pressing against her once more so that I could lean over her.
“Are you going to be a good girl and let me taste my new wife?” The word wife was still strange on my tongue, but I liked saying it like this. With possession and control. One of her thighs jumped at my side, making the side of my lips quirk.
“Yes, Loren.”
“Good girl,” I praised, letting my fingers drag up and down the long lines of her thighs as I pulled back.
“I’m going to taste you, princess.” I let my shoulders round until I could press a kiss at the top of her raised knee. For a moment, I felt the muscles in her legs leap again. I tightened my hold on her. “Don’t get shy now. Not when you have me so convinced you want this.”
“I do want this,” she said, but her voice was strained as her legs slowly relaxed and fell wider.
I wasn’t in the mood to argue with her again. I wanted to feel the sweetness of her on my tongue and taste the way I knew she’d cum into my mouth. And I wanted it now.
Pressing kisses to the satin inside of her thighs, I began to sample the flesh there. I could see her delicate pink folds, begging me for more attention. Never one to hold myself back, I dragged my mouth up her legs until I was hovering over her pussy. I knew she could feel my breath on her skin. I could see it in the way goosebumps flew across her skin, making the muscles in her belly jump.
I closed my eyes, suddenly assaulted by a vision of what she’d look like in this position in a few months. That lean belly would be round and swollen with my baby, her breasts heaving and sensitive.
I growled then looked at my arms around her thighs and set my tongue to work on tracing the line of her pussy lips as they beckoned me on.
“Oh God…” Wren’s voice had lost all of its whispery quality now. She was loud, her voice ringing out in surprise as I slipped my tongue up and down her core. I hummed deep in my throat as I savored her flavor on my tongue.
Sweet.
Innocent.
Mine.
Her hips were moving now, albeit awkwardly, but it was clear that she was looking for more contact and pressure. I smiled against her flesh, unwilling to give so readily. So instead, I gently pressed her down.
“Easy, Wren. Let me show you how.” I moved up, letting my mouth find the sweet little bud that was peeking out for me. With a soft lick, I waited for her response. For a second, nothing, so I licked her again, this time with more pressure and a small swirl into her lips below directly after.
A ragged shout from the woman under me made my lips curl in a smile. And then I proceeded to do it again and again. Letting my tongue gentle across her clit before diving deep and delving into the heat of her.
