Page 107 of Bad Little Bride

I forget all about my imperfect skin as he continues to explore it, my mind melting until all that’s left is Enzo.

He kisses my neck and I turn my face to the side slightly, where he instantly gives me what I didn’t know I was asking for.

Those lips, only this time his kiss is different. It’s long, languid strokes, like a massage for my mouth, and I moan long and low into his.

He pulls away slightly, his forehead pressing to mine before sliding down and resting on my shoulder. “You’re beautiful. Every bit of you,” he whispers.

A low moan leaves me, and Enzo reaches between us. A moment later, he’s at my entrance, his cock thick and so fucking warm against me.

I face forward, leaning my forearms on the railing as I bow my back some more, pushing my hips backward and forcing his swollen, mushroom tip inside me.

“Greedy for my cock, Little Bride?” he teases, pulling out only to give me back what I stole, teasing me with that glorious stretch of the head of his cock, only to leave me empty in the next moment.

A whimper escapes and I almost get embarrassed by the needy sound I’m not sure I’ve ever made for another man, but then he moans his approval.

“Yes,” he rasps. “Weep for me with that mouth, just like your pussy is.” His cock disappears, his fingers taking its place and sliding through my wet folds, driving his point home figuratively, and then literally when he shoves two fingers deep inside me.

I clench around him, and he hums, his other hand locked tight against my left hip.

“You need me, don’t you? Need me inside you? Need me to make you come?”

His words send a wave of heat licking across my spine and I shake, my nipples as hard as diamonds and aching to be touched. Sucked. Fucked.

“Enzo.”

“Right here,” he murmurs, the warmth of him back between my legs, slowly rubbing up and down my heat, the head of his dick gliding along my clit and making my muscles clench. “Is my wife ready to take her husband’s cock?”

“Fuck.” The tremble in my voice is obvious to my own ears. Clenching my eyes closed, I let everything go, just like he asked.

It’s just me and him and nothing else.

“Yes,” I admit, arching impossibly deeper, thrusting my ass against him in a desperate plea. “Make me ache.”

“Make you ache what?” His cock finds my entrance again, pushing in slowly, and a shuttered gasp escapes.

I push back, but he holds my hips still and repeats himself.

“Make you ache…what?” This time, his words are a silky command.

“Husband.” I find his eyes over my shoulder, tongue rolling over my bottom lip at the sight of him.

He looks like a man possessed, crazed. His body is clenched, his torso and pecs straining, his muscles convulsed like he just did an hour of straight core work. His veins are popping, and his eyes have gone black. He looks like the devil, and I want him to possess me.

I bite into my lower lip to keep from moaning at the simple sight of him, and then I give him what he wants. “Make me ache,husband.”

He stares at me for a long silent moment, his fingertips digging further into my skin as he slowly starts to push his way inside me. I start to turn around but then he freezes, his head shaking slowly. “I don’t think so, wife. You will look me in the eye the first time I slide into this perfect pussy of yours.” Hepushes another inch in, and his lids start to flutter, his teeth clenching together. “Or should I say mine.” He groans, long and loud, and then he’s all the way in.

My lips part on a gasp, and I clench around him instantly, the stretch a sweet, burning one.

Enzo’s head falls back, his Adam’s apple strong and proud, my lips on his neck staring back at me, and I have this sudden urge to kiss him there again. To bite him. To make him hiss in pleasurable pain. But then he starts pumping, his face a beautiful, dark angel of pure pleasure, and I fall into it with him. I face forward, staring out at the lake, sucking in the fresh air and the freedom of this moment.

He fucks me against the railing, the sounds loud and raw, a heavy slap, a slick, slippery slide of his cock inside me. My head falls to my chest, and he drives his hips harder.

“You’re so tight, and you only keep squeezing me more. Your pussy is magic. Magic and mine and mmm,” he groans. “I can’t take it. Can’t believe I haven’t had you in every way fucking possible. I’m going to now. All over. Every-fucking-where. God, I’m going to ruin you like you ruin me.” He tips his hips, pressing his palm to the center of my back. “You’re going to crave me. Need me.” His thrusts are hard hits of flesh on flesh now, and I start to quake, my limbs shaking and threatening to give out as he fucks me raw. Senseless. I’m going to come.

He grips my hair, gently tugging as a way to silently call me up, and I go eagerly. My back is now flush with his sweaty chest, and I moan at the feeling, propping my foot up on the banister to give him better access between my legs.

He takes my ear in his mouth, scraping his teeth across the sensitive flesh before sucking on the space beneath it. “But best of all, my sweet, perfect little bride.” His hips jerk up, his free hand closing over my clit for a sharp pinch. “You’re going to fuckinglove me.”

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