Page 21 of His Savage Sweet

Chapter 10

Wulf

It was my goddamn wedding night and I’d lost control of the beast inside myself again. Anna deserved flowers and silk and softness, and instead I’d dragged her out of her wedding, ripped our clothes off, and fooked her up against the door.

But she wanted that, I reminded myself. Perhaps that just meant she was my perfect match, something I’d known all along.

Still holding her up, my forehead against her collarbone, I turned towards my bed. Our bed. The bed no other woman had ever been in; the bed I wanted her in for the rest of our lives.

She was still laughing when she landed and bounced a little on the mattress, but she quickly pulled herself up onto her hands and knees. She grinned at me over her shoulder, and wiggled her ass a little at me.

Oh, so that’s how ye want it? The Auld Furry Weasel was one of my favorite positions, because it made me feel fooking powerful.

I loved that she loved that too.

And I loved that she was still smiling; I loved that she took so much joy in the way we fooked. I wouldn’t ever get tired of that, I knew.

Grabbing her hips, I pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, and aligned my cock—still glistening from her juices—with her weeping opening. She shifted backwards with an erotic little groan, and I knew she wanted this as much as I did. Perhaps later I’d tease her, make her beg or make her wait on my pleasure. But tonight I wanted us on this journey together.

When I pushed into her she moaned again, and I joined her. Sweet holy fook that felt good.

Her inner muscles squeezed at me, tugging me closer to my orgasm. When I pulled out slightly, they grasped, as if desperate to have me back, and I was all too happy to oblige.

My first thrusts were calm, almost gentle, but it was a thigh clenching struggle. I wanted to pound her, but I also wanted her to enjoy our wedding night. I couldn’t do that if I let the beast loose.

It wasn’t until she began to rock, fooking my cock, that I realized the truth: she wanted me to take her hard. She didn’t mind if I acted like a beast; it actually heightened her enjoyment.

So I let loose; fooking her as hard as I had that night in the kitchen. Nae holding back, and nae regrets.

From her little gasps of pleasure each time my cock slammed against her core, I knew she was loving it too.

Her cunny began to quiver, I knew she was close.

I pressed down on her upper back, bending her against the pillows. Her free hand moved to reach down and play with her clitoris, and I loved that. I loved that she took as much pleasure in her body as I did, and I was so goddamn excited to explore that with her.

Later. I was panting now, trying to reign in my own pleasure. Later, when we do this again.

Because hell yes I’d be fooking her again tonight. It was my job as her beast to make sure she was fulfilled.

At that thought, I felt my ballocks tighten. I needed to spend that deep inside her, up against her womb, as soon as possible.

But I wanted her to come too. I couldn’t be selfish, not any longer. My wife’s pleasure was my responsibility.

With her fingers still frantically working her clit, and her muscles spasming around me, I knew it was almost time for her. So I did what any kind husband would do; I wiped my thumb through her pussy juices to get it nice and lubricated, then pushed it into her arsehole.

She stilled for just a moment, then moaned in pleasure and began to move frantically, riding my cock. It was only a few seconds later that her muscles began to pulse around me, and her panting turned to little groans as she began to orgasm.

That knowledge—and the sight of her riding my cock while my thumb was in her arsehole, all that gorgeous auburn hair spilling across my pillows—sent me over the edge too. I anchored myself against her with a grip on her hip, and began to pump frantically as I emptied what had to be the entire contents of my ballocks against her womb.

Sweet holy hell.

We rode the waves of pleasure together, panting in tandem and moaning in tune. She was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted, and now I knew she was my most perfect partner.

“I love ye.”

I leaned down to press a kiss on the center of her back. And as much as I wanted to stay inside her forever, I also wanted to hold her—and play with those magnificent tits. So I gently pulled out, and marveled at how stunning her cunny looked with my spend dripping from her.

Like the most delicious pastry ever made.

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