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He nods, silently encouraging me when I wrap my pre-cum soaked hand around his length and begin to stroke him. I swear the words are in my mind like a never ending whisper.“There you go baby, don’t stop.” “Fuck, I love it when you touch me.” “I love you, Raven baby.”
I pull away just for a moment. I have to look at him. My heart aches for it. Brown brows furrowed together, autumnal eyes full of lust and desire for me, lips wet with our saliva. Jonas Anderson-Monroe is a beautiful, beautiful man. And he’s all mine. His thumb runs over my cheek as his fingers continue their swift attack on my clit, coaxing out more of my arousal.
My lips part, I’m about to call out his name but he uses that strong, wide tongue of his to lick my bottom lip and dips into my mouth. I can’t help myself. I climb over him, straddle those herculean thighs of his and he leans all the way back, allowing me to take what I need from him as long as I don’t let go of his lips, his tongue- because that’s what Jonas asks of me- to love his love.
And I do.
I’m crazy, ravenous,desperatefor his love.
I position him at my dripping entrance and withhold my groan as I feel the slight burn of the crown of his mushroom tip stretching me. His arm wraps around my waist. One hand holds me close; the other goes to the buttons on my loose sweater and begins to unfasten them just enough, then unclasps the front of my bra. His lips waste no time in latching onto one nipple, curling his tongue around it as I fully seat myself on him.
His eyes find mine as I slowly begin undulating my hips. He pulls away, cupping my chin, pushing his thumb into my mouth, only to withdraw it, and put it on the top of my thigh, gripping tight. He watches me, devouring me in a different kind of way- meadow eyes searing into me. He smiles up at me- a demigod to his goddess on the night of their wedding.
My hips rock harder, taking him deeper, finding the rhythm between our souls, wild in my haste, to find each other on that crest so we can fall together. It only makes Jonas smirk.
His hands roam all over me, touching everywhere. His large, deft fingers expertly pluck and pinch my hardened nipples until he sits up to kiss me again, nodding when I flutter around him. “There you go baby. You want to come on your husband’s cock? You love your husband so much, don’t you?” He whispers, looking into my eyes, but begging for my soul.
I nod, running my fingers to the back of his skull, pulling on the brown locks there.
“But you need me, don’t you? Hmm? My sick… little.. slut needs her husband to make her come, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” I hiss, his words sending shivers all over, making me tingle from crown to toes.
I feel the blanket that was curtaining us fall off my shoulders as he leans back again and I follow, my back arching in the process. His hands move to my ass and spread me open, no doubt Maverick and Damon are awake now and watching us as he plays with my ass, reaching down to wet his finger in no doubt the mess I’m leaving on his balls and then massaging it into my asshole, pushing a finger into me then two.
I gasp when the head of his dick drags so fucking slowly against my G. my hips stutter in their momentum.
“Oh fuck, baby. There you go… I love that… mmmhmm… That’s it baby. Oh, god yes.”
My hips move, searching for that sensation, the one he’s all too aware of. Jonas encourages me, more praises leave his perfect lips. His hips jerk up to meet my downs but not roughly, still letting me search for it.
“Mmmm baby, I love the way you use me. Take your time. I love the way your pussy feels around me. Sofucking warm… so wet… so tight…. God, yes, that’s perfect.Fuuuuccckk…”
“I love-”
He shuts me up with a kiss. “Not yet, baby. Keep going. I’m desperate to watch my wife come for her husband.”
I kiss his cheeks, his lips, his tongue, his chin. “But I love you… so much…”
He groans as I move steadier, rolling my hips, feeling the fattest part of him drag of that spot over and over. I gasp, my pussy squeezing every time and his tongue goes back to my nipples, teeth nipping. “Jonas!”
“I know, baby. Keep doing that. I’m so close. I swear to god, you’re fucking… everything. All the good things. I love you. Ah, Christ. Please, please don’t stop. Take it from me, Raven baby. FUCK. YES.”
I stiffen with a cry, sitting straight up, practically tearing his hair from his scalp as I clench so tightly around him I tremble, muttering how much I love him as wave after wave crashes around me. I can feel his throbs inside of me. Every single one meets the pulsating of my inner walls and it sends me into another small, fragmented ripple of madness.
I slump over him as his fingers slowly withdraw from my ass only for me to be filled by a wiggling tongue. I gasp with a giggle and feel Jonas’ softening dick begin to harden again as he chuckles, too. I hear the familiarclickof a bottle and soon I’m being gently impaled and hauled to Damon’s chest.
“You are such a good wife, Amourette. Do you know how well you please your husbands?” He pulls back and thrusts into me harder. Deeper. Over and over again until his hips are flush against mine. I gasp, but he lifts me off of Jonas’ cock and sits in my seat, gripping under my thighs to keep me spread open.
Jonas’ falls to his knees before me, hands running up my torso to pluck at my nipples as he cleans up our mess. I cry outhis name. My thighs tremble when he rolls his tongue over my sensitive clit.
Damon lets go of my thigh to push Jonas’ head deeper into my pussy. “All of it, pup. Make sure she’s pristine for her professor.”
I moan when Jonas shoves his tongue into me, moving in Damon’s slow, but brutal thrusts. “Fuck! Daddy!”
“I know, Little Bird… but it’s our wedding night. You are now legally ours- to fuck, breed, love,” he grunts when Jonas cups his sac, “and we must fulfill our husbandly duties.”
Fuck yeah, about time.
