Page 47 of Scandalous Kingpin
I rolled my hips, rubbing myself against his thick erection. The friction drew a moan from my lips and his gaze darkened into stormy blues.
He dropped lower between my legs, dipping his head and licking me from entrance to clit.
“Fuck, I missed the way you taste.” His growl vibrated against me, and I was already fighting the imminent orgasm, wanting to hold on, not wanting it to end. He ran a rough hand down my leg, pulling my thigh over his shoulder, then pushed his tongue inside me. My eyes rolled back in my head as he worked me over. In and out. In and out.
It was like he knew just how much to give before pulling back. I grabbed a handful of his hair and moved my hips at the same time, trying to keep his attention where I needed it.
In my mindless haze, I ground my hips into his mouth. Sparks burned hotter, and then, suddenly, the pressure exploded. I came so hard my ears rang, immediately followed by a languid sensation pulling on my muscles.
The sound of a belt buckle registered through the fog. My eyes fluttered open to find his head still between my thighs but his gaze on me.
His hands traveled up my body, sending a tremble through me, making their way up my stomach, until his gentle yet unyielding grasp latched on to my throat, my body melting against his.
He titled my head with his thumb, and for a moment, I thought he’d kiss me. Instead, he nipped a line down my neck, pulling the skin between his teeth and lightly sucking. My heartbeat dropped like a weight between my legs.
He traced my lips next, his eyes dark pools and full of lust. I leaned up to kiss him, but before our lips could meet, he pushed the straps off my shoulders and tugged my wedding dress down my waist, exposing my bare breasts to him. He captured a nipplewith his mouth and a blinding light shot behind my eyes. He switched to my other breast and nipped at it—hard—only to ease the sting with his tongue.
The intensity of his touch licked at my skin, making me burn hotter than I’d ever thought possible. I was so far gone, this maddening lust swirling inside me, that I was ready to beg him to fuck me—kiss all but forgotten.
He grabbed on to my hips and lined his hardness to my soaked entrance, his thickness sliding in. He cursed in Italian, tightening his grip as he seemed to go completely still. In a far corner of my mind, I heard his hiss, then he thrust all the way in, his head thrown back and the tendons in his throat visible in the dim light.
He groaned.
I gasped.
Then, as if a beast had been unleashed, he started to fuck me, violently. Punishingly.
“Look at you taking my cock so good,” he purred, one hand leaving my hip and traveling back to my chest, my neck. “This ismyfucking pussy.”
His words filled my chest with heat, feeding the hot buzz in my veins. I screamed, my toes curling and my thighs quivering as I hooked them around his waist.
“You’re mine,” he snarled.
“All yours,” I cried.
He wrapped his fingers around my throat as he thrust into me, over and over again, every taut muscle sheathed under the material of his tux. Our heartbeats raced together as he fucked me, the sloppy wet sounds filling the church.
My body trembled as his pelvis ground against my clit, every fiber inside of me shuddering with the intensity. His hands were everywhere now—the back of my neck, sliding down to mybreasts, twisting my nipples, brutalizing them, gripping my hips to ram into me harder.
He shoved his fingers into my mouth as he rutted into me like a wild animal, watching me suck them greedily, gagging on them. He thrusted them to match the tempo of his frantic movements, and I was almost overwhelmed with how it felt. It was everything he’d promised; he wasn’t treating me like some fragile, virginal princess in her tower, he was making me feelgood.
I felt his hard cock everywhere. Then he cupped my jaw, his pace quickening, becoming rougher while our eyes locked. Always checking in on me, constantly making sure I was on the same page, andfuckwas I ever.
My vision blurred and I gasped, coming so hard I felt my mind drift from my body. The fire inside me burst, spreading a warm, tingling sensation throughout my body.
With a wrenching cry, I screamed, “Oh, God… Oh, God… Fuckkk.”
He drove into me one last time, spilling his hot cum deep inside me while my core spasmed around him, milking him for everything he was willing to give me.
I finally let go, my body melting onto the hard cold marble, sighing out a ragged “My husband” as Christian collapsed over my chest.
He ran a hand across my cheek, and kissed the corner of my lips as shock and warmth erupted in my chest.
Chapter Twenty-Two
PRIEST
Icould think of nothing but how good she felt, how smooth her skin was, how she’d tasted.
