Page 44 of Swamp Kings 1

He pumped the head of his cock gently against her core as her orgasm barreled in and bowed and thrashed her about.

“Now, Angel,” he warned with a growl, falling on top of her.

The rapid, hammer of his cock did just what she knew it would. Utterly devastated. She held her breath when the screams came with every strike against her core, his passion’s power crippling her down to her soul.

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Vex pulled his wife on top of him when he’d given his bride every drop of his wedding vow. And with it went his rage at the Bat Fiend. His curse was now the greatest gift he’d ever known much less received. He likely would never have tapped into the sexual feast hiding in his royally arrogant bones without it. There was no doubt in his mind those sexual obsessions belonged expressly to him, not Nitro. He’d feared he was being overtaken with another man’s sexual diseases. Hardly. This disease hadhisname written all over it. He saw that now and eagerly owned it. He still had reservations that it was too much for her. Nitro said he’d figured out his cravings were a direct answer to her deepest desires. She wanted the insanity he demolished her with. The difference was he had healing saliva. Vex didn’t.

He stroked his hands over his wife’s limp body, the hard race of her heart against his chest the first confirmation of life. “Are you okay, Angel?” he whispered. “Did I kill you?”

“Mmmmm no,” she murmured. “But you did demolish your cute vagina.”

His chuckle burst from him as a million watts of joy bubbled in his blood at hearing the tease.

“And maybe a fractured pelvis.”

He wrapped his arms around her, then his legs. “I have my very own Angel,” he murmured, pressing his face in her silky curls. “Can you believe that?”

“That’s nice,” she mumbled. “I’d like to meet her someday.”

She raised her head, and he pulled her to his lips, kissing her. He leaned up more, already addicted to feeling her mouth with his. “I love your lips,” he said, sucking her lower one. “And yourpussy. And your breasts surpassed my wildest fantasies.”

She smiled. “You expected….?”

“Not perfection,” he said to which she snorted.

“They are not perfect.” She lay her head back on his chest. “Soooo, when do we make it official?”

He smiled, capturing her ass in his hands, and squeezing. “We just did.”

“I mean… tell the fam.”

“The fam,” he said. “Whenever you want to, Angel.”

“Are we gonna like… do a thing with it?”

“A thing… what does this mean in Jolynn language?”

“Like a kind of… I don’t know. Thing. Don’t you do things for marriages where you come from?” Her head popped up with a sharp breath. “Whereareyou from? Please say you’re German. I putmoneyon that.”

He laughed rolling her onto her back and kissing her. “How much did you bet?”

“Five bucks!”

“Then you’re five bucks…”

“Richer?”

“Indeed.”

Her squeal of excitement got him instantly hard, and he moved her against his insatiable Jolynn appetite, getting her shocked gasp and “Oh dear.”

He chuckled at the worry in her tone. “I will resist for at least a day. After that, I’m seeing my Bat friend for healing potions.”

“Ohhhh, you like…knowhim?”

“I do. I told you about our little biting scheme.”

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