Page 3 of The Wrong Husband

He kissed me. His taste mixed with mine and my hips surged, trying to find surcease.

"Shh, Em, this is your first time, baby. We go slow. We take our time." He dropped a gentle kiss on my mouth and trailed his hand over my torso.

He squeezed my breasts again and then suckled a nipple into his mouth. That warm suction made me all but come off the bed.

"Damian," I cried out. This was so amazing. How did I not know how incredible this could feel?

"I know, sweetheart. I know." He stroked my nipples with his tongue, nibbled on them until I was thrumming with pleasure and agony.

He cupped a breast with one hand and moved the other between my legs, watching me. His gray eyes intense, focused.

"You're so wet, Em. All for me?"

"Yeah," I laughed jerkily, "Don't see anyone else here."

"And no one else will see this," he growled. "Okay?"

"Okay." I didn't want anyone but Damian. If he wanted us to be exclusive, we would be. I mean, we were married and all that. As soon as that thought invaded my mind, it took over. Oh God, what had I done. I had married Damian Archer. Of all the dumb things to—.

"Em, honey, stay with me," he crooned as he stroked my labia. "Come back to me."

His voice was like a magician's, and I relaxed, loosened.

He slid one, then two fingers inside me. "I'm going to take care of you. Don't worry about a thing.”

I nodded. I had no idea what that meant.

"You trust me?"

"Yes," I whispered. I did with everything I was.

"Good girl." He kissed me again, ferocious this time. Our tongue clashed like we were both hungry—and I didn't even know hunger like this existed. I was holding onto him, my hands all over his back, his hips.

"It's going to be so fucking good between us," he crooned. "But I need you to stay still. Can you do that?"

I nodded. I'd do anything.

"No moving. Or I'll lose control."

He slid down my body, watching me the whole while. And then he parted my pussy with a hand and inserted two, then three fingers inside me. He began to pump and as he did, he explored my cunt.

I moaned. I couldn't stay still.

"Em, you want to come, love?"

"Yes," I gasped.

"Then no moving."

I licked my lips and he smiled at me. "You're so beautiful, baby. You're doing so well."

I sobbed because his fingers curled inside me, feeling me up, claiming parts of me that had never been touched before. I was dissolving and my hips wouldn't stay still.

"I can't."

"I know, love. I know." He kept looking at me and his eyes were as aroused and excited as I felt—and they pushed me further into sweet delirium.

"I want to take your pussy, your mouth, your ass…all of you. I want you so full of me and my cum that every time you walk, you'll feel me."

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