Page 89 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

“Baby,” he groaned.

“Thank you for the most perfect wedding, Mr. Jensen.”

“You did most of it, Mrs. Jensen.”

“But you took over when I couldn’t finish it. I mean it, Clint. It was everything I had ever dreamed of and more.”

“I’m glad.” He gave her a soft smile. Then he sat up and deposited her on her feet. “Now, turn around so we can get this dress off. I want to see my baby.”

She grinned. And there he was. Her bossy man. Her protective Daddy. Her husband.

His handsdamn near shook as he undid the ties of her corset. Christ, whoever made this dress must be having a laugh, thinking about how hard it was going to be to get the bride out of it.

Eventually, he had it loose enough that it slid to the floor. Now all she was dressed in was a pair of panties. He turned her with light pressure on her hips.

“No bra?”

She shook her head. “No need with the corset.”

“Damn, baby.” He leaned in and took one perfect, pink nipple into his mouth, suckling on it.

She let out a small gasp, her hands moving to his head to hold him there.

He let her nipple slide free then moved to the other breast. His hands reached around and grasped hold of her ass, massaging the firm cheeks.

“Oh. Yes. Clint.”

He loved the husky note of pleasure in her voice. Knowing that he had done that to her.

It was just plain hot.

He slid a finger over her panties. They were soaked through. His baby needed him.

“Move back, baby, and take off those panties.”

She took two steps back and drew her panties down her legs, throwing them to one side.

“Turn around,” he commanded. He needed to be in control. Lucky for him, that was what she needed as well.

She turned slowly, showing him every inch of her beautiful body. When she made a full circle, he gave her a smile. “Perfect.”

A light blush tinted her cheeks.

He stood then pointed to the bed. “Sit there.”

She gave him a curious look before sitting on the mattress. He turned, spreading her legs wide before he knelt. Her pussy was right there.

Plump. Pink. Sweet.

“Lie back,” he told her. “I want to eat my wife out.”

She gave a visible shiver that just pushed his arousal higher. His body flooded with heat. He stood abruptly and she looked up at him with wide eyes. He drew off the waistcoat and shirt.

“Too hot,” he said gruffly.

Lying back on the bed, she stared up at him with hunger in her eyes. “This is my first time watching my husband undress.”

He grinned as he reached for his pants, undoing them and pulling them down. “Is it any different?”

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