Page 46 of Yours, Now and Always
He adds another finger and reaches deep, hitting the exact right spot. When his thumb finds my clit at the same time and circles slowly, my knees nearly give out.
“Twenty-four hours, Amelia,” he says roughly. “And the whole damn world will finally know that I’m your husband.”
And just like that, he flips a switch in my brain.
It’s his possessive tone. His need that knows no bounds when it comes to me. And it’s that he wants nothing more than for everyone to know we’re married. It all tips me over the edge. Not into orgasm territory; into I-fucking-need-his-dick-inside-me-right-now territory.
“Off,” I gasp, grabbing at his jeans button. “We need these offnow.”
Gage doesn’t hesitate. He reaches for his jeans as I shove mine down like I’ll die if I don’t feel him inside meright now. He’s looking at me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted in his entire life, and that look only makes me more desperate for him.
“I hope you locked the door,” I say, every nerve in my body lit, every part of me his. “Because I’m not stopping for anyone.”
He groans like I’ve broken something loose in him.
Then we’re naked and he’s pushing me against the wall. Spinning me to face it, he grips my hip with one hand while helines himself up with the other and demands, “You want your husband’s cock, Princess? Want me to fuck this sweet pussy and leave you filthy for the afternoon?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “God, yes.”
It only takes one long, perfect thrust inside me and the world disappears.
The checklist. The plans. The voices downstairs.
Gone.
All I know is Gage.
“You feel that?” he growls. “That’s my cock owning every inch of you.”
I curl my fingers against the wall and moan.
“Say it,” he demands, his grasp of my hips tightening possessively. “Say who this pussy belongs to.”
“You,” I gasp. “Fuck, Gage . . .you.”
“That’s right.” He fucks me harder, deeper, every thrust claiming more of me. “Your husband’s cock. Your husband’s cum. Your husband’s fucking name on your lips.”
His fingers find my clit, rubbing it exactly how he knows I need, and it doesn’t take long before I come. Body clenching, voice gone, everything in me breaking apart around the feel of him.
He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow.
“I’m not done,” he grinds out, still pumping inside me. “My ten minutes aren’t up, and I’m spending every second inside you. And—” he keeps circling my clit with wicked skill “—I want you to come again. Show me what’s mine.”
I’m a panting mess. My body completely his, and almost unable to take more of his touch.
“Gage,” I whimper. “Ohgod. . .”
I orgasm again. Heat rushing up my spine, thighs shaking, body unraveling as he keeps fucking me.
“Look at you,” he groans. “Falling apart on my cock like you were made for it.”
I moan something that’s not even a word, and heloses it.
His rhythm turns ragged. Desperate. His hands grip harder, his breath hot against my skin.
“You’re gonna take it,” he growls. “Every drop of me. I want this pussy filled and leaking when you walk back downstairs.”
And oh my god,yes.
