Page 78 of Axton

I ran my fingers under the spaghetti straps of her gown, feeling nervous as hell but trying my hardest to hide it. “You wore this just so I would take it off, didn’t you?”

“Morgan bought it for my wedding night.” She whispered through her breaths.

“Were you hoping for a real wedding night, Belle?” I kissed down her neck.

“Yes.” She whispered.

“But it’s not our wedding night. I thought God’s blessing was important to you, and today was just paperwork.” I slid one spaghetti strap down her shoulder.

“God is always with us, Michael. He blessed us when he brought us together.”

I pressed my hardness against her ass, and she took a sharp breath. I watched in the reflection of the glass door as one breast was exposed and holy fuck what I saw was the most perfect breast I had ever seen. “Are you saying sex outside a spiritual marriage isn’t a sin?” I asked as I watched in the mirror as I slowly slid the other strap down her arm. My lips barely brushed against her soft skin as both of her breasts came into view.

“I don’t care anymore.” She whispered. She shut her eyes, and her head laid back into my shoulder.

I watched my hands trail over her soft shoulders then down her arms and my fingers spread out over her flat but surprisingly toned stomach. “Open your eyes and look at us in the window’s reflection, Belle.”

She lifted her head then her eyes slowly fluttered open. We both watched as my hands trailed down and her gown went with them, until it suddenly dropped to her feet. I took a sharp breathas my hands felt her velvet softness. “Wait…what? Belle, did you just shave for me?” Holy shit!

“Yes.” She whispered.

I shut my eyes for just a moment to beg my overly eager cock to settle down. I opened them just as my hand trailed between her legs. “You’re a bad girl for trying to tempt me. For such a good girl that’s so new to this world, you’re awfully naughty. Is that who you really are, Belle? Do you fantasize about these hands touching you?”

“Yes.” She breathed out and shut her eyes as I gently massaged her clit.

“Open your eyes and look at us, Belle.”

She did and I abandoned her clit then slowly teased her opening. “Is that who I married today, Belle? Is my wife a bad girl with filthy fantasies?”

I slid a finger inside her and she took a sharp breath.

“Answer me.” I ordered.

“Yes, that’s why I liked the darkness. They were always your hands in my dreams, and my lips kissed those dimples.” She let out a small moan as I gently massaged her inner walls. She was so damn wet and soft, she was like a dream come true. “I knew your touch before I ever met you.” She whispered and I bit my bottom lip. My free hand traveled up to her breast and my wedding band caught the light and glimmered, just as I pinched her nipple, and she took another sharp breath. Fuck she was going to make me blow my load again, just with her words. She knew my touch, and I was starting to believe it was her touch that I searched for when I could never find satisfaction.

I added another finger as I kissed down her neck. She moaned again and it sounded like an angel’s song. Her chest rose and fell when I began massaging that soft spot deep inside her front wall.

“Oh my God.” Her legs grew weak. I kept my eyes on our image as she leaned against me for strength.

I whispered in her ear. “You can be a bad girl all you want, but no matter how tempted I am, I will not sink my cock inside you until you are my wife in every way possible. Do you understand me?”

She was whimpering as I took her closer to her release.

“Why? It’s not a sin.” She whimpered as I sped my fingers up. “Please Michael, I’ve waited my whole life.”

I squeezed her breast, and it was far more than a handful. “Oh God.” She cried out. I slowed my moves just as I felt her barely tighten around my fingers, preventing the orgasm she wanted so badly.

“I already told you. When I claim your body, you will be my wife in every way. I will not hold back, and I will come deep inside you. Come what may, my child will be born to a marriage blessed by the creator that made us to be together. Is that what you want, Belle? Do you want my come deep inside you?”

“God yes, please.” She begged. I slowly started to increase the speed of my fingers again and by that point I could feel her hands shaking in need of her release.

I was testing her limits. “Ignore our reflection and look outside. Do you think anyone is watching us?”

“I don’t know.” She was growing heavier against me the closer I brought her to orgasm.

“You don’t care?”

The idea of being watched turned me on even more. Not only did I like being watched, I like watching others fuck.

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