Page 63 of His Wild Seduction

The heels of her feet dug into my back, and I moaned against her sweet cunt.

She clutched at my hair, pulling the strands I usually cut by now, but left longer because I knew she liked to pull them.

Christ.

I was obsessed with this woman. I was even changing my haircutting habits for her.

But it was worth it.

To have Meredith ride my face with total abandon?

Yeah. It was definitely fucking worth it.

“That’s my Good Girl,” I growled against her slick lips.

She was like ambrosia to me.

All cocoa butter warmth and spicy need.

My delicious Little Red.

Big Bad Wolf had a new meaning for me now. If Meredith was my Little Red and I was the Big Bad Wolf, it only made sense I would eat her.

And keep on eating her.

Swallow her whole.

Fuck. Yes. Mine. More.

Her arousal was still dripping down my chin, and I wanted more.

I couldn’t get enough. Would never get enough of her. And that was the truth.

I would never be satisfied when it came to Meredith.

I would always want more.

And that was perfectly fine with me. I had a lifetime to work on satisfying my hunger.

I stood up with my hands on her ass, making sure she didn’t slide off as I walked us to our bedroom.

“Husband! I’m too heavy!”

I frowned and swatted her on her sweet ass before I fell backwards on the bed.

“Don’t you fucking move, Baby,” I told her, making sure she stayed right where I wanted her.

Her dress was up around her waist, and her legs were open.

“I’ll suffocate you,” she said, exasperated and maybe embarrassed.

But I just shook my head.

This was exactly what I wanted. My Little Red, hair loose and tangled, sitting on my face.

“Take your dress off,” I commanded, holding her by the thighs so she couldn’t wiggle away.

Meredith inhaled shakily, then pulled the stretchy fabric up and over her body. I’d already gotten rid of her panties, so she only wore a nude bra.

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