Page 65 of Bidding War

“With everything I am, I mean that, June. I’m not going anywhere.”

She tilts her mouth up to meet mine, and I hold her tighter to me, feeling her soft body against me. Each sensation is precious. When her tongue slips into my mouth, I groan. As her fingertips trail up the back of my neck, I am in ecstasy. I memorize every detail of our kiss, banking it for later.

When she pulls out of the kiss, it’s like the sun is blotted out from my sky. “Your father is?—"

“Not what I want to talk about right now.” I yank my leather jacket off and toss it behind me someplace before I hold her again, ravishing her mouth with my own. During our kiss, I kick off my boots. My hands skate down her back until I reach her ass, and there, I grab her to pull her against me. She moans and melts on me, forming herself onto my body perfectly. I pick her up from there, bracing her legs around my waist to carry her to her bedroom.

But she pulls back. “Here. Now.”

I nod once and set her down before untying her robe while I stare into her eyes. I feel like a kid on Christmas, unwrapping my present. No matter how many times I do this, it never gets old. She fumbles with my sweater, trying to take it off at the same time I’m working on her clothes, and we laugh, then trade assignments to make this faster.

Before I have my jeans off all the way, she’s on her knees and takes me into her mouth. I damn near lose my balance thanks to her hot, wet tongue on my shaft. I suck in air through tight teeth, making a hissing sound. This fucking woman is going to be the death of me, and I will welcome it with open arms.

But I need more.

I hoist her to her feet by her shoulders, and for a moment, I marvel at her naked body. She’s soft and curvy in every way I like, but most importantly, she’s June. She is the woman of my dreams in every way imaginable. Even now, I cannot believe that she’s mine or that she chooses me. What are the odds?

I can’t wait any longer. I pull her to me by the small of her back, pressing her supple skin to me. My cock wedges between her thighs at the apex, and I can feel how wet she is already. Instead of maneuvering her to enter, though, I grab her hips and move her back and forth over my cock, rubbing against her wet pussy. When I do, she shudders against me. She bites her lip and stares up at me. “Tease.”

“Never.”

Since we didn’t make it to her bedroom, I bend her over the back of the couch and swipe my hand up between her thighs from behind. She whimpers at my touch, angling herself at me for more. I tease, “You wanton thing.”

“Your fault. Entirely.”

My fingers are so fucking wet. I kneel behind her and bury my face against her pussy, drinking in everything she is until I brush against her clit with my chin and make her yelp my name. She rides back, working her hips up and down for more stimulation. God, I fucking love her for that. Love that she’s not shy about her pleasure-seeking.

No wife of mine should ever be shy about that.

I'd be tempted to propose if my mouth weren’t busy right now. She would hate me for proposing during sex. I’m sure of that. But I am on my knees for this woman, and nothing has ever felt so right. My body aches to fill hers, though. Precum coats the head of my cock, and I need to be inside of her like I need oxygen. But more than all of that, I need her to come.

I work my jaw, my tongue, my fingers. Anything to get her there. I crave her orgasm. When her thighs go tight, I know what’s coming, and I throw my arm over her ass to pin her in place. She erupts in my face, kicking and screaming in the best way possible. It’s not until her body goes slack that I let her go.

When I stand up, she carefully does the same and faces me. Her cheeks are rosy and sweaty, and she has never been more beautiful. I slant my mouth over hers, and we lose ourselves in the moment until she sits on the back of the couch and wraps her legs around me to pull me into her.

The second her pussy touches my cock, Anderson West is gone. There is only the animal I am.

I grab her ass and thrust into her in one shot, relishing the tight, wet warmth. Her nails drag down my chest, leaving bright red trails in my skin. Not blood, but marks all the same. Seems I’m meeting her animal, too.

I pick her up again, this time with her on my cock. With every step, I sink deeper into her body just like she has sunk into my heart. By the time we reach the front of her couch, she’s shaking again, and her pussy clenches against me. I lay her onto her back and fit inside, arching my back to reach her furthest depths. Her legs tighten around me and her back arches from the couch, body tense, as she snarls out, “Fuck, baby, yes!” I reach down for her clit to wring out every bit of her pleasure, and she shrieks like a final girl in one of her favorite movies as she comes on my cock.

I have to fight the pull to join her over the edge. I am not done with her yet.

Pumping into her, I lay down onto her squirming form to kiss and toy and nibble on all her pink parts. Lips, nipples, tongue. Let her dance on my cock while I do it. I will play her body like my favorite instrument because she is, and her screams are the best music in the world.

She digs her head back against the couch cushions so she can breathe, and it happens in a strangled gasp that ends with a throaty, “Oh, fuck!” Then she hooks her hand around my neck, pulling me down for her mouth and another intoxicating kiss that sends me spiraling into our love.

I grind into her and reach her G-spot with inches of my shaft on each thrust. I can tell when I hit it because her body locks up and her eyes flutter. This is what I want. Precisely this. June, helpless to the stunning pleasure in her body. I want to do whatever I can to make this happen again and again, and why is she moving differently?

June bites my lip, stealing my focus. In a breathy moan, she pants, “Want you to come!”

I lick the sweat from her lip. “You have to?—"

“I have,” she says with a giggle. “A lot. Baby, I want to feel you lose control.” With that, she wriggles from me and turns over. “Like this.”

Grabbing her ass, I bring her up onto her knees. “Spread your legs for me.”

She does so, and I’m beholden to the sight, losing my mind in the process.

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