Page 87 of Bad Little Bride

My hands slide along the backs of her thighs until I’m cupping her ass in the curve of my palm. I squeeze and she clenches in my hands.

“Fuck, I want to turn you around, see my hand on you and the difference in our skin tones. See how perfect they look together, but I’ll save that for another time.”

“Presumptuous, are we?”

My chuckle is dark, and when I pull my hands from her ass, I yank the dress with it, leaving it to pool around her waist. “Yes. We are.”

I shove her hips to the wall, reveling in the little mewl of approval that leaves her. My hands slide forward, fingersfollowing the point of her hips down her panty line, and when I’m met with moisture in the center, my chest rumbles.

“I knew it,” I rasp. “Knew you were wet for me. Tell me, did it turn you on to hear your husband fuck himself knowing he was staring at you while he did it?”

“Obviously,” she sasses, thighs rubbing together.

“Mmm. Yes.” My thumbs stretch out, sliding over the wet spot. “Obviously.”

“Shit,” she pants, my pretty little thing starved for more.

I want her famished, but not for this. For me.

But I’ll settle for this tonight.

Taking my time, I slip my fingers into her underwear, my knuckles sliding up and down her slick pussy until they’re coated in her arousal, and then I sweep back up, circling her clit once. Twice.

She bucks her hips and my lips curve. “So fucking responsive. I can’t imagine what you’ll be like when I’m inside you.”

“You’ll never know.”

“I’d kill to.”

“Bet you would.”

“Easiest way to make a million,” I mumble, and lean in, taking the tip of my tongue and every ounce of restraint I have to tease her, slowly flicking her clit. It’s the barest of touches, the tiniest tease for us both, yet she sucks in a sharp breath the same moment my eyes clash closed, unable to handle the first taste of my sweet pussy. Because it is mine.

I need more, so I take it, tongue lapping at her clit, folding and rolling in rapid succession, reveling in the way her thighs clench. A soft sound has my eyes snapping open, and I watch as her nails scrape along the glass at her back, needing to dig into something but refusing to allow that something to be me.

We can’t have that, now can we?

Trailing my fingers down her leg, I grip her beneath the knee, hauling her leg up and settling it along my shoulder, my other hand shooting up to grip her hip in case she loses her footing, but she needs no help. She has balance for days, my beautiful ballerina, and I can’t fucking wait to see what she can do with it.

I hook her panties once more, pushing them to the side, and this time, when I lean in, I don’t hold back. I fucking devour her, eating her pussy like it’s my last meal and goddamn, it would be my final request if I was given one.

I suck and tug at her clit, rolling it between my lips, teeth folding behind them for added pressure, and she moans long and loud, her back bowing slightly.

“You taste so good.” I lick along her slit, swallowing what she gives me, and blow warm air over her clit. “Sweet and earthy and made for me.” I take it in my mouth once more, my hands roaming her thighs, sliding up and clenching her ass in my hands. She pushes into the touch, and finally, those hips start rolling. It’s not messy or uncontrolled. No, it’s a deep, fluid motion. A routine she’s creating right here, right now. Just for me. “That’s right. Dance on my tongue.”

“Pretty sure he wasn’t talking in this scene of the book,” she pants.

“Mmm,” I hum with a smile. “Him no, but that little voice in her head said she really fucking wished he would have, and by the sounds you’re making and the way you move every time I speak…you do too.”

I want her on my lap, dancing on my dick until I’m delirious.

My hand slides around, slipping between her legs from behind, and she groans, pushing her ass back and creating a damn near backward C with the arch of her back.

She’s begging me to do more. Take more.

So I do, I press the knuckle of my pointer finger to her taut little hole, probing not entering, but the moment she feels the pressure, her whole body quakes.

That’s what pushes her over the edge, and she does what she’s been wanting to do since the second I hit my knees.

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