Page 64 of Sunrise Malice

“Incredible,” he growls, pausing only to slide two fingers deep between my legs. I’m moaning now, completely lost in him. “You taste like fucking heaven, my sweet wife.” He licks me faster, sucking my clit, and I grab his hair tight, my core clenching down, unable to take it anymore.

I come hard against his mouth. He groans and chuckles as the orgasm rips me to shreds. Lights shine at the edges of my vision and my skin flushes as I collapse backwards, breathing hard.

“Fuck, baby, you really needed that, didn’t you?” He teases me, kissing up my body again. “But I’m not done with you.”

Now, right now, I have to say something. It’s now or never, and I’ve been dreading this moment since we got together. I never really thought I’d have to say anything, but right now?—

“Julien,” I gasp as he spreads my legs. I feel his cock teasing me, gliding up and down my swollen, sensitive lips. He wriggles his hips and I moan in bliss.

He kisses me. “Say that again.”

“Julien,” I whimper.

“Fuck, baby, I love it when you say that.” He kisses me deep and full.

“Julien!” I put my hands on his hips. “Hold on. Wait.”

He lets out a growl. “I don’t know how long I can keep myself from plunging inside of you, my sweet wife.”

“I’m a virgin.” The words spill out, no preamble, no explanation. He pulls back, but he doesn’t look outraged or disgusted like I thought he might. Instead, his expression absolutely smolders.

“Are you really?” he purrs.

“I should’ve said something sooner. I mean, I wanted to, I just never found the right time, and now?—”

“And now that I’m about to fuck you, my sweet wife, you couldn’t keep your secret any longer.” His smile drives me wild as he leans down and kisses me. “Then I was right before. I’d better be very, very gentle.”

“Shit,” I whisper as the tip of him presses against me.

And slowly, agonizingly, painfully, he slips himself inside. Inch by inch, I take him, my soaking pussy pulling him deeper and deeper, and it hurts and it feels good, and my back arches into him grinding my clit against his pelvis, and he whispers in my ear how good I look and how amazing I feel, and I’m so overwhelmed that I nearly come right then and there.

But he fills me to the brim, fills me more than I’ve ever been filled before. His lips find mine and I luxuriate in that kiss, letting myself linger on his taste, before he slowly begins to fuck me.

“Oh my god,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his hips.

“You were built for me, baby,” he whispers, his voice sultry and deep. “This pussy was mine the moment I saw you.”

“Yes,” I gasp as he licks a hard nipple and fucks me faster. “Please, Julien,please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging him for, but I need it, I need more and more and more, I needhimto keep going, to fill me to the brim, to drive my brain into a wild, molten frenzy.

He gives me what I want. He takes me, growling in my ear like a beast, fucks me faster until I’m caught on that perfect, excruciating precipice between bliss and pain, my body filled with hunger, his cock taking me and keeping me and making mehis, until I can’t handle it anymore.

I come on him. I come on my husband’s big dick, my back arching and pressing into him, my eyes rolling back and squeezing shut as flowers bloom across my vision. I come hard and it lasts forever, until I slowly drift back from whatever heaven he dragged me into, gasping for air and barely conscious.

His moans heighten, and I feel him stiffen and fill me. His orgasm is warm and exquisite between my legs, and we collapse onto the bed together, both of us covered in a slick sheen of sweat and breathing hard. His hands stay on my body like he can’t take them away, and I curl into him, into his massive, muscular frame, feeling like I’m floating.

“I lost my virginity,” I whisper, mostly to myself, mostly because it’s so strange and it should’ve happened a long time ago, and now it finally did.

“And how did you enjoy it?”

“I think…” I lift my head, grinning like an idiot. “I think I could do that again sometime.” He laughs and pulls me on top of him. I whimper as he kisses me. “Not right now though!”

“How many of your little checkboxes did we just mark off?” He cups my ass with both hands.

“One?” I say, leaning my head against his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat. “Maybe two? I’m not really sure.”

“We’ll have to try harder next time then.”

“Julien—”

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