Page 94 of Mr. Wicked

There were no exceptions to that rule.

“You’re going to be my husband, Grayson.” She allowed those words to settle between us. “In case you don’t remember, it was stated in our contract that a form of birth control was required. Laura even requested a letter from my doctor to prove he’d inserted an IUD, which he’d done well over a year ago, but she wanted reassurance that it was in place, secure, and working properly. Maybe she’d manifested this situation, I don’t know, but I really see no reason to use a condom.”

Her husband.

Those were the words I’d concentrated on.

A title that weighed a thousand fucking pounds.

I couldn’t let that thought get too far. I needed it to bounce right off me or I’d leave this room.

And I wasn’t sure I’d ever come back.

She sat up, mimicking my position, even though her kneel wasn’t as high as mine. Her arms rested on my shoulders, and she pulled our bodies together. “It’s fine. Stop thinking about it, or worrying, or whatever you’re doing.” She gave me her lips, followed by a smooth swirl of her tongue.

I didn’t know if it was her words or the feel of her body or her kiss, but she easily convinced me. “All right.”

The moment she heard my approval, she fisted my cock and began to pump. “I don’t know how, but I almost forgot how big and perfect this is.”

I needed that touch.

The warmth from her hand, the speed, friction—all of it pulling me right out of my thoughts.

“Fuck yes,” I hissed.

“Yeah? Good. Now fuck me, Grayson.”

That demand.

So needy. Passionate. Sexy as hell.

I held her face, keeping her close, taking more of her mouth before I turned her around. While she faced the headboard, I placed her hands on top of it, securing them around the wooden edge, and I feathered my palms down her back to her ass. “You need to hold on.”

It was a warning.

One she shouldn’t take lightly.

Because for as long as I’d thought about eating her pussy, I’d also thought about doing this. That want had caused a burning desire to build inside me. I wasn’t sure I could control the power of my strokes now that I was finally getting the chance to have her again.

I aligned her just right and positioned myself behind her, rubbing my hands over her ass, circling her cheeks. With each rotation, my cock got closer to her pussy.

A test.

A challenge, to see how long I could hold off until I thrust inside her.

But as soon as my tip swiped her wetness, I couldn’t wait.

Neither could she.

Her moans were getting louder, the need amplifying within both of us, and once I was poking at her entrance, the slickness covering me, I fucking lost it.

“I can’t fucking wait to have you.” I gave myself just the smallest amount of her. It took only an inch before I knew this was going to be different from anything I’d ever had. “Fuck me, you feel so good.”

Taking another inch, she bounced over my crown.

It was just the slightest movement, but it was enough for the heat to envelop me, the temperature catching me completely off guard. “Goddamn it,” I growled. My head fell back, my mouth open. Without any protection, I could feel everything, and it was the most intense sensation. But her warmth wasn’t the only thing that shocked the hell out of me, causing me to groan, “You’re so tight.”

“More.” She was begging now. “Give me more, Grayson.”

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