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I plunder her mouth, sucking lewdly on her tongue, chasing the flavor of us. She kisses back lazily, brain still foggy and limbs heavy from the force of her orgasms. I groan into her mouth, one hand fisting in her hair, the other palming the fleshy globe of her ass.
“You’re so fucking pretty. It makes my goddamn chest hurt,” I rasp against her lips, giving her hair a sharp tug.
I reach down, scooping up more of the cum dripping from her swollen folds. Thick rivulets paint her inner thighs mixingwith her slick arousal until everything is coated in our depravity.
“Look at the mess you made, hellfire,” I rumble, holding up my coated fingers for her inspection. “This pussy creamed so fucking hard, practically gushed a river all over my cock and balls. Such a filthy girl for your husband, aren’t you?”
She mewls quietly as I maneuver her onto my lap, thighs splayed wide over my own. My cock, still half-hard and sticky with our releases, nestles against her swollen lips. “I could feast on this pretty pussy for hours, suck down every drop of cum and cream until you’re nothing but a shaking, sobbing mess.”
I watch with a smug grin as awareness seeps back into those fucked-out amber eyes. She blinks up at me, a dazed sort of satisfaction on her face that makes my cock twitch against her thigh.
“Thought I lost you there for a minute. Fucked you so good your eyes rolled back in your pretty little head.”
She scoffs weakly, swatting at my chest. “Don’t get too cocky, psycho.”
I bark out a laugh, giving her ass a sharp smack that makes her yelp and glare at me. “Funny, from where I’m sitting, your cunt is still clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled again. This greedy pussy can’t get enough of me pounding it into submission.”
I punctuate my words by rolling my hips, grinding my half-hard cock through the slick mess between us. Reagan bites back a moan, but I can feel her body reacting, a telling shudder rippling through her.
“Goddamn, you’re insatiable,” she breathes, squirming in my lap. The motion makes my shaft slide between her swollen folds, coating me in a fresh wave of arousal. “We just fuckednot even five minutes ago and you’re already raring to go again? What are you, the fucking Energizer Bunny of dick?”
“Mm, what can I say? I’ve got the stamina of a goddamn racehorse when it comes to ruining this pussy,” I growl, nipping at her jaw. “And can you blame me?”
“You’re the devil,” Reagan mutters, but she’s arching into my touch as I skim my hands up her sides, cupping the heavy weight of her tits.
“And you’re the goddamn queen of the underworld, hellfire,” I murmur against her skin, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. She tilts her head back with a quiet moan, baring more of that creamy flesh for my greedy mouth.
“Okay Hades, cum is coating the top of my socks, so at least let me take them off.” I laugh at the absurdity of it. We did fucking make a mess.
“I’m so fucking proud to call you my wife,” I rasp, capturing her lips in a filthy kiss. I tangle my fingers in her wild mane of hair, tugging just hard enough to make her gasp into my mouth. “Never thought I’d find a woman who could keep up with me, match me depravity for depravity. But here you are, taking everything I give you and then turning the tables on me.”
I scoop Reagan’s body up in my arms, holding her close against my chest as I carry her out of the room. Her head lolls against my shoulder, eyes fluttering closed in exhaustion. I can’t help but smirk, feeling a possessive sort of pride at how thoroughly wrecked she is.
My wife, my perfect fucking match in every way.
Chapter 26
Reagan
My fingers are already moving across Penn’s smooth, sculpted chest as I awaken. I’ll never admit this to him because I don’t need his ego any bigger than it already is, but I love to trace the ink covering him. It’s calming and sometimes my night terrors have me in this half-awakened state all night.
His skin is warm, and I hear the contented sigh leave his lips as I flatten my palm and stroke down his toned abs. His skin seems golden in the midday light, but I know better than anyone that this man is anything but angelic. I’m sore from last night, but in the most decadent of ways. I hum my approval as I play back how he took me last night. My thighs are sticky with his cum because even after showering together, Penn was back inside me before my back hit the mattress. I lost count of how many times he made me cum on his fingers, mouth and cock and how many times I woke up to him already inside me, groaning against my throat as he lost himself inside me.
I don’t even want to think about the whiskey bottle either.God, the way he draws every lewd act out of me as if he’s a composer of filth and debauchery.
Penn’s fingers gently trace the curve of my hand, lingering on the cool metal of the wedding ring still on my finger. He’s focused, looking at the piece of jewelry as if it’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen in his life. I used to think he looked at it as a symbol of control, of the way he’d forced me to do what he wanted. I’m not so sure now, not that he’d give me a straight answer if I asked him, and maybe it’s wishful thinking on my part. This isn’t a fairytale. He pushes the ring up toward my knuckle and rubs his thumb over the tiny indents that gravity and the metal teeth left on my skin. Soothing the pain he’s caused, but unwilling to undo the bind I didn’t agree to.
Our eyes meet, and I can’t help but smile. “It’s a shame you’re going to have to cut this to get it off when…” I trail off, annoyed at myself that I even brought it up. He can’t expect me to wear his wedding ring after we’re divorced, after our little agreement is over. I have to admit, though, that I’m a little sad it’ll have to be destroyed to get it off. It’s probably better that way, though. I know myself and I’d definitely slip it back on when I missed him, and that’s not healthy for my sanity. Not that anything in my life is at this point, either.
“Maybe I’ll cut your finger off. It is a pretty ring,” he replies, his hazel eyes twinkling with playfulness. Despite the banter, I sense something deeper hidden beneath his gaze.
“I wish I could say I knew you were kidding.” I glare at him, but it just makes him grin wider. Penn Blackwood is definitely the type to dangle my finger from his rearview mirror and not bat an eyelash. Or maybe it would become the keychain for his bike key. There’s something in the way he’s looking at me right now that “What are you scheming?” I ask,allowing my curiosity to get the better of me. Penn is always a puzzle, a deliciously dangerous one that I can’t resist trying to solve. I’m delusional enough to think I’m the only one who can.
He smirks, bringing my hand up to his mouth to brush his lips across my skin in a way that is so gentle it sends chills all over my entire body. “I was just thinking about how well this ring suits you. Almost like I had it specifically made for your hand and that it should never come off.”
My cheeks flush at the unexpected compliment, and I try to hide my vulnerability behind a snarky retort. “You think so? It’s a shame it doesn’t come with a matching set of handcuffs.”
“Who says it doesn’t?” Penn counters, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I laugh but can’t shake the feeling that there’s more on his mind.
