Page 32 of Desperate Measures

I dropped her on the bed, eyes going wide as she bounced on the firm mattress.

Fucking perfect.

“Open those legs,” I told her, cock aching painfully as she moved to obey.

Did I think my wife was too sweet?

She took orders well. Jealousy surged as I thought of who she might have looked at like that. Who else might have seen her with that smoldering desire in her midnight eyes?

I’d find out. And I’d take their fucking vision first.

Unaware of my dark thoughts my new bride stared at me with that half-lidded expression.

Her mouth opened, and she moaned as I shoved my boxers down, revealing the full extent of my desire for her.

She whimpered.

Fucking whimpered.

And I moaned, squeezing the base of my cock, cupping my balls.

“See something you like?” I asked, nostrils flaring.

She nodded. Her tongue snaked out, wetting her mouth, and my eyes went right to those pouty little lips. I pictured them stretched, wrapped around my girth and I grunted, savoring the image, tucking it away for later.

I moved towards the bed, pushing her legs wider to accommodate me as I knelt between her splayed thighs.

I palmed my dick, licking my lips watching Michaela’s wide hips flex instinctively, temptingly.

Right then, I knew we were suited. See, she was a liar, my wife. Just like me.

All decked out in ivory like a real princess. Looking perfect. Untouched. Pristine. But she was eyeing me like I was a cool drink of water on a hot summer day.

She wanted me, alright. I could see it right there, in the wet spot between her legs.

Michaela was no shocked virgin.

No simpering maiden.

No damsel in distress.

My Pretty Baby was a sultry little siren.

Her lust-glazed eyes were glued to me as I reached for her, grabbing that lacy confection where it was fastened between her big tits.

“This marriage starts now,” I growled, barely able to contain myself.

I tore the lace from her body, the sound echoing in the bedroom we’d be sharing from now on. And I fell on top of her, fusing my lips to hers.

I should have asked about her preference for protection. But I knew I was clean. The need I felt was so fucking savage, I couldn’t stop myself if I tried.

I flexed my hips, finding her dripping slit unerringly. Then I bullied my way inside. Thrusting hard and burying my dick balls deep inside her hot, wet sheath.

“So fucking tight,” I growled as she moaned and scratched at my shoulders.

I licked into her mouth, one hand closing around her throat and her eyes squeezed shut. But I wanted them open. I needed them on me while I fucked her.

“Look,” I command, scraping my teeth along her chin and neck, then lifting up so she could watch my body sinking into hers with every roll of my hips.

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