Page 27 of Southpaw Slots

“Are you ready, Arianna?”

Nodding, I whisper, “Yes. I’m ready.”

Taking a deep inhale through his nose, he looks down between us and lines up. “O-okay. I am, too.”

He coats his dick by easing the tip through my wetness, and each time it hits my clit, a whimpered wail seeps through my partially closed mouth. Wanton. That’s what I am. So when he stares into my eyes and presses himself into me, I’m taken with him to some place of pure pleasure. The sensation only heightens when he slides himself slowly inside me.

Full, whole, and stretched is what I feel, but there’s no pain at all when he breaks through my barrier.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, it didn’t hurt at all!” I say with surprise.

Tapping the end of my nose with his lips, he holds in place for me. “Please say you can feel me. ’Cause I don’t think I can take it if you can’t.”

I drag my fingers through his perfecthair, smiling up at him. “Big, huge, thick… That’s what I feel like you are.”

His head raises as he smiles broadly. “Fuck, you know how to do good dirty talk. Excellent, Mrs. Donovan.” As if he’s surprised by using the name as much as me, his face drops into a seriousness that I’ve only seen here in this room tonight. His hips pull back slightly, then gently push toward me with a lift at the end. Squeezing my eyes shut, I relish the quake of satisfaction that ripples through my body. As he ends his thrust, he whispers, “Mrs. Donovan.”

The words patch up some desperate cavity I didn’t even know my heart had. Soothing comfort surrounds me and when I open my eyes, they meet his, which are half lidded and filled with heat. His gaze won’t leave my face. He drags his cock arduously back out and in again. “Mrs. Donovan…my wife.”

A smile breaks across my face, the words only increasing the tingles deep within my core. “My husband.”

“Yeah, that’s me.” His body stills completely as if he’s a statue. When I open my mouth to ask what’s wrong, he shifts his eyes to the headboard and says, “Shh! Shh!”

“What?” I whisper.

“I’m gonna fucking come already. Fuck! Just wait…” With a heavy sigh, he sits back on his knees and grips the end of his dick tightly. He refuses to look at me. “Shit! You make me wanna come too fast. It’s been too long without good pussy.” Sticking his tongue at the corner of his lips, he waits a moment, then takes a deep breath. When he pauses, I casually dip my fingers to my clit, but his brow furrows as he slaps my hand away, then gets back into position. Gently, he eases back inside me. “Okay. I’m good now.”

Once he settles in, I curl my legs around him, my heels snagging the bottom of his ass to embrace him tighter. Leaning down, he kisses me with such tenderness, tears form in my eyes. When he backs up again, he picks up the speed of his pace and wipes the wetness from my cheeks with his thumbs. “Me, too,” he says as he sticks one of the coated digits between his lips. “I feel it, too, empress.”

That makes me choke up and smile, a little laugh almost escaping my lungs as he plunges deeper. Between breathy pants on my mouth and tiny kisses on my face, he works me into a heated frenzy and, before I realize, I feel like I may climax. Gripping his back, my nails dig in at the same time my hips find his rhythm, meeting him with every entry. We’re in sync, our bodies one, moving together. Like playing. We’re playing together and it’s fun, soothing, and safe.

My husband is making love to me.

Ripping through my spine, the orgasm rocks my entire body, from my shaking thighs to my arched back and my wide-open mouth, gaping with a scream that cuts through the perfumed air in the room. Asa buries his head into my neck and lets out some groaning crylike he’s releasing all the pain he’s ever had into my skin, heating it with the fire of his burnt past.

His arms surround my chest so tight, my lungs can barely expand as he heaves his wet breaths onto my collarbone. The pulses of my pussy and his cock inside me synchronize as we fall together. When he lets go, a cool breeze filters between us as he lifts onto his elbows and investigates my face. After a moment, he takes his time to speak clearly.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Then he collapses back into me.

EIGHT

ASA

Waking up with her in my arms is something I never knew would be a desperate need until it happened. I don’t think I can sleep apart from her now. I didn’t have nightmares and, from the way she quietly snuggled in my arms, I don’t think she did either. My dick is raging hard from having her soft ass pressed against it, her floral scent vined around my brain like wisteria.

Kissing her bare shoulder, I whisper into her ear. “Empress? You awake?”

She moans a soft reply.

I press myself between her thighs, stroking my cock between her folds gently for a moment. “You sore?” After the first time, we kept going for a few more, and I worry that she’s going to tell me she can’t. But I need it. I have to be inside her.

Her hair tickles my nose when she half turns her head toward me. “No.”

“No? As in no,don’tor no?—”

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