Page 10 of Cuffing His Bride

“Sure,” he says. His deep voice sends a tingle down my spine.

“Do you have a preference?” I ask, opening and closing kitchen drawers so I have something to do with my shaky hands. “I have water, soda, maybe some beer …”

Hunter leans into my back and crowds me against the kitchen counter and all his looming presence does is make me more excited for what’s to come. I can feel his hardness pressing into me already.

“We could also skip that,” he whispers against my ear, his warm breath against my skin sending shivers down my back. “Move on to what we really came here for.”

I let out a low groan when he pushes my hair to the side and leans down to brush his lips against the crook of my neck. Suddenly, a thought seizes my mind. We barely know each other. I’m about give myself to this man, but I feel like I know nothing about him. What’s his favorite color? What are his favorite pizza toppings? Wait, does he even like pizza? If he doesn’t, then—

“Kitten,” he whispers, and I melt against him. His touch soothes me, reminds me that trivial things don’t really matter. “Your heart is racing so fast. If you don’t want—”

I press my lips over his before he can finish his statement. I want him, and he wants me. His touch feelsright. It’s all the reassurance I need to make this decision.

Hunter snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him, deepening the kiss. Even though he’s so big, he’s always so gentle. Even when he’s getting rough, he always touches me with reverence. I feel special, desired in his arms.

“Fuck baby,” he grunts against my lips. He snakes his hands around the backs of my thighs and lifts me up onto the kitchen counter. I whine into the kiss.

“What is it?” he growls.

“I want to feel you. Take this off.”

Hunter smirks at me as he steps away and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular chest. I can’t help staring at the expanse of bare skin.

“Seen enough?” Hunter asks. My cheeks flush as he steps forward. As my fingers run over the muscles of his chest, he tugs at the straps of my dress, drawing them down my shoulders.

“So beautiful,” he whispers against my skin, before tugging off my bra and caressing my bare breasts. “You’re so fucking perfect, kitten.”

I cry out when he dips his head and takes one nipple into his mouth. The ache between my legs grows when he gently bites down on the bud before using his wet tongue to ease the sting. My head rolls back as he moves to the other.

“I want you, baby,” he whispers, his lips a soft caress against my skin.

“I want you too.”

“Good, because I don’t intend to stop,” he says, as he lifts me to carry me to the bedroom. He kisses me all the way there, not stopping even to lower me to the bed. My legs part automatically as he starts kissing down my body. I’m already craving the feeling of his heavy tongue against my wetness again.

“Fuck Kitten, you’re soaked,” he whispers gruffly, as he brushes his lips against my thigh. “So hot and desperate for me.”

His voice is teasing but I can read in his eyes how desperate he is for this. He wants me just as much as I want him. I cry out when he finally lowers his lips to my aching pussy, my back arching at the heat that shoots up my body. He runs his tongue over my sex before suckling gently at the clit. The grip on my thigh tightens when I begin thrashing in ecstasy, sobbing out his name as my body threatens to explode.

“Hunter, please—”

My legs begin to shake as I climax. I explode against his mouth. My body shakes as tremors pass through and every inch of it tingles as the orgasm subsides. It’s still not enough. I feel empty. I need more. I needhim.

As if he can tell what I’m thinking, Hunter pulls away and sits back on his ankles, his eyes on me as he starts unbuttoning his jeans. He pushes them down, revealing his hot, hard cock. My mouth waters at the thought of what that’ll feel like inside me.

He leans in to kiss me as he stretches his body out over mine. “Are you ready for me?”

“I am,” I reply, without hesitation. I want to give him this.

I feel his fingers between my thigh, teasing my clit. I whine when he withdraws his fingers, but he replaces them with the head of his cock. I dig my fingers into his arm when I feel his cock breach my tight entrance. For a moment, panic overtakes me. He’s so big, I’m almost concerned he somehow won’t fit but, he keeps pushing inside me. The stretch goes from aching to pleasureful in an instant, and soon, he’s sheathed within me fully.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he groans. “I’m afraid this won’t be as good for you as I want it to be, I don’t think I’m going to last.”

He drops a hand to my clit and starts rubbing it gently, just as he starts thrusting into me, his hips slamming into mine.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he grunts as he drags his flesh against mine. “Wanted you as soon as I first saw you.”

His words have me clenching hard around his cock and we both groan at the sensation. My eyes close as I push into his touches, moving my hips back into his as they thrust. Suddenly, his hands fall to my hips, and he pulls them up, deepening his angle and maximizing his power. The bed starts to shake, battering the wall as he fucks himself into me. For a moment, I wonder if the bed is going to give out under his force, but it doesn’t.

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