Page 21 of Sweet Conviction

I groan and fist my hand tighter in her hair as her lips close around the head of my cock, her lips stretched obscenely around my girth.

"Fuck, baby. Just like that." I fight to hold still, to let her get used to having me in her mouth. But it's not fucking easy. Especially when she looks up at me with those amber eyes, holding my gaze as she takes me deeper, bobbing up and down on my cock.

A string of curses flies from my lips as she finds her rhythm, her confidence growing with each suck and swirl of her tongue. I buck my hips, unable to tear my gaze away from her, wrecked, in heaven. Goddamn. That mouth. This woman.

"Goddamn, Tempest," I rasp. "You're so fucking gorgeous with your mouth full of my cock. Are you trying to suck the soul right out of my body, baby?"

She bobs her head in a nod, her eyes dark as she takes more of me. A desperate, garbled noise vibrates in the back of her throat, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as I bump the back of her throat. It closes around me, and I fucking snap.

My hands tighten in her hair and I thrust forward once, twice, a third time, only pulling back when she gags around me.

"Too much?" I ask, my voice rough as I brush away the tears and saliva from her cheeks.

She shakes her head, her eyes blazing as she pants for breath. "More, Dalton. I want it all."

I roar in response, madness and pure fucking obsession crashing through me. She's ruining me, completely annihilating me.

I snatch her up off the floor, tossing her onto the bed. Before she can move or say a word, I'm on top of her, my body pressed to hers as I kiss the breath from her lungs.

Her dress tears beneath my hands, but I don't have it in me to care. I'm wild above her, a goddamn force of nature set free by the way she sucked me and then demanded more.

She sobs, writhing and arching beneath me—clawing and biting.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I groan, leaning back to take a good look at her once the dress is in pieces beside us. Every inch of her is golden brown and soft. Every roll, every dip, every mark is perfection. And it's all fucking mine. "Christ, baby. I want my lips everywhere. Want you to feel me everywhere, every goddamn minute of the day."

I drag my lips down the column of her throat, sucking and biting at her soft skin, leaving a trail of marks in my wake. She's mine now, my wife, and I want the whole fucking world to know it.

She whimpers and writhes beneath me as I work my way down her body, my hands sliding over every gorgeous curve, committing each dip and swell to memory.

I lave my tongue over the tops of her breasts, teasing myself with the taste of her skin.

"Please." She arches up, desperate for more, begging so sweetly.

Cupping one heavy breast, I draw her nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue before biting down.

"Dalton!" Her back bows off the bed. "Please…"

I smirk around her nipple before releasing it. "Please what, baby? Use your words and tell me what you need from me."

"Your mouth," she whimpers. "I need your mouth on me."

"Like this?" I press a soft kiss to the swell of her breast.

She whines, shaking her head wildly, her hands buried in my hair as she tries to push me down her body. "No. Lower."

"Tell me, Tempest. Where do you need my mouth?"

"I need your mouth on my pussy," she sobs. "Please, Dalton. I'm aching."

Fuck, I love hearing that word on her lips.Please.Begging so sweetly for me to do filthy shit to her.

I kiss a fiery trail down her body, stopping long enough to dip my tongue into her belly button…relishing the sweet little gasp she gives me. Her sweet, tangy scent has my mouth watering as I hover over her mound.

"Spread your legs for me, wife," I demand. "Let me see what belongs to me now."

She slowly slides them apart, flashing that perfect, bare, dripping pussy at me. I've never seen anything prettier. Never tasted anything sweeter, either.

I settle between her spread legs, draping them over my shoulders. "You've got a problem, Tempest." I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh. "You made this perfect little thing mine for life." I flick my gaze up to her. "Good luck keeping me out of it now, baby. I'll be right here morning, noon, and night, worshipping on my knees like a good husband should."

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