Page 56 of The Syphon King

“Juliette,” he said, astonished when she took him to the back of her throat while roaming her fingers all over hisgloriousperfect body, moaning up a storm. “Baby,” he blasted around thick, hot breaths, his native language flying. The guttural words drove her insane as he pumped his cock and held her head tightly between those sexy huge hands. Shelovedhow big he was next to her. She’d suck him to an orgasm and make him fuck her. She didn’t care about waiting till the wedding night, they were already married as far as she was concerned. This wedding was dessert, but this here was the main dish she craved all her life.

He suddenly pulled himself from her mouth and dropped to his knees, kissing her. “What are you doing to me, wife?” he blasted in her mouth.

“Making you feel good,” she said, grabbing his cock in both hands between them. “I want you to fuck me, Kaj. Please.”

“Before our wedding?”

“Baby, I swear to God, I can’t marry you anyharderthan I already have,” she gasped, getting herself pushed to the floor. “Oh God, yes,” she whispered as he ripped his shirt off and she opened her legs wide for him. He lifted her ass in his strong hands, and she grabbed hold of his thick cock, sliding it along her slick folds. Heclenched his eyes shut as his mouth opened with guttural foreign words that sounded deliciously nasty.

“Kaj, oh God, Kaj,” she panted as the head entered her. “So big! Fuck me good husband, make me get it so good. Make me yours.”

“I’ll hurt you,” he strained, his fingers almost bruising as he resisted her pull.

“Fuckme, husband!” she pled with a half growl, desperate and out of her mind.

He shoved all the way to the glorious bottom of her and she didn’t hold back her scream, arching into his beautiful hard body. His hot mouth ravaged hers, the perfect wild storm she craved so hard, him out of control, his cock hammering deep and perfect.

His every breath filled with thick growls as his orgasm rose up to claim both of them. When he finally came, dear God he was a beautiful wild manundone.Undone alloverher. She suddenly had one of those powerful alligators between her legs, only this one was takingherdown and oh how shelovedevery pummeling second of it.

In the sweaty aftermath, her fingers continued in a clawing hunger over all his hard muscles.

“My beautiful wife,” he croaked in her ear. “Not what I had planned.”

“I loved it so much, Kaj,” she said, breathless. “I loveyouso much.”

He lifted up at her half-sobbed confession, his pretty native tongue flowing on her mouth between soft kisses. “It wasn’t what I planned, but there isno wayI could have planned such perfection.”

She wrapped him in her arms and legs tight, getting his groan and hot mouth on hers. “Did my wife justmakeher husband fuck her?”

“I’m not sorry,” she swore. “I need you so much, I’m not waiting another second. All my life I’ve been waiting, and now thisstupidwedding is just keeping you from me.”

His laugh filled her mouth. “Stupid wedding,” he murmured on her lips. “Very stupid if my wife needs me more than the breath in her lungs.”

She nodded, her hands on his hard ass, fingers digging as she thrust against him.

“Is my wife hungry for more?” he asked, his kiss getting hotter.

“So hungry,” she moaned as his hands moved over her body with a delicious, hard, pressure. “Make me Kaj,” she begged. “Take everything from me, all that I am.” She moved her arms above her head, silentlybegging him to make her his prey. “Bind me up and make me take all that you are.”

His groan came with his tongue stabbing into her mouth and his hand locking onto her wrists.

“Oh yes, yes,” she gasped as he stroked his cock all along her tender folds. “Fuck me so hard.”

He stormed her neck with his mouth, then nailed himself to the very bottom of her with his seething groan. Dizziness claimed her as his teeth scraped and his thrusts ripped her apart at every seem. She fought him, testing every inch of his dominance and power over her. He was utter and absolute. A thousand alphas. And he wasallhers but best of all she wasall his,tied up with nowhere to go and no inch to budge. She was wrangled so damn perfectly. Heart, soul and body. Thank. You. God.

He collapsed next to her, and she snuggled against him, smiling. “I still want to be your sacrifice on your altar.”

“Mmmm...this can be your wedding present, then.”

Excitement roared through her at hearing it. “How long will it take? Will you make me suffer all night? God you aresogood at wrangling me.”

His deep chuckle tickled her right on her clit, and she pressed herself into his hard leg.

“And you aresofun to wrangle,” he murmured, pulling her leg up higher, helping with more friction. She remembered he was new to getting and giving pleasure. She pulled his hand between her legs and showed him where to rub her.

“Right there,” she moaned.

He got up on his elbow, watching as he opened her wide. His gaze found hers and he stared deeply as he made her boil. “Yes,” she moaned, pumping into his touch and moving his fingers faster. “Finger me,” she whispered, pulling her knees back.

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