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He pulls me up and kisses me wildly, the taste of him all over my mouth. “Jesus Christ, Layken.” He shakes his head. “That was…you didn’t have to?—”

“I wanted to,” I interrupt him. Proud of myself I tell him, “And now that I’ve licked it, and sucked it, and swallowed it, it’s mine. For better or worse. Until death do us part.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Griffin so relieved and happy since I’ve known him. “Thank God.” Combing his hand through my hair, he lowers his head and captures my lips with his in a lazy but hungry kiss. He brings his hands behind my back and unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the floor, and then he’s lifting me and tossing me onto the bed.

I giggle as he stands at the foot of the mattress, stepping out of the pants I helped pull down, and glance down at his impressive cock happy to see it at the ready again so quickly.

A far cry from our wedding night.

“That’s right, Naughty,” he says, reaching over the bed and hooking his fingers into my leggings, yanking them off with one fell swoop. “When I said you wouldn’t need Mr. Rainbow tonight, I meant it.”

“Glad to hear it,” I tell him. “Because I want you to fuck me like I’m yours.”

I worry momentarily about the stitches in his wrist and am about to offer to be on top, but he answers my internal questions when he flips me over with ease and then spanks me before pulling my legs toward the edge of the bed.

“It would be my pleasure. On your knees, Naughty.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

GRIFFIN

Seeing her perky little ass in the air for me makes me feel like I’m the king of the goddamn world. My hand splayed between her shoulder blades, I push her chest to the mattress and slide my hands down her back and between her cheeks until I reach the glistening warmth between her legs. With two fingers I spread her open and stroke my tongue through her arousal, circling her clit as she whimpers in my hold.

“So, fucking sweet.” I lean over her body, my fingers delving inside her, and whisper in her ear all the things I plan to do to her. “Once I grab a condom I’m going to claim this tight cunt once and for all, Naughty.”

“No condom,” she says breathily. “I’m your wife, Griffin. I’m clean and I’ve been on the pill for years. No condom.”

“You’re sure?” I ask her a bit taken aback. I’ve never been bare inside a woman before. I’ve always been responsible.

“Yes. One hundred percent. I want to feel you. All of you.”

Fuck yes.

My dick just stiffened even more.

“In that case,” I murmur giving her ass a quick spank. “I’m going to claim this pussy fast and I’m going to claim it hard and then with my cum inside you, I will spend the rest of this goddamn night claiming every last inch of your precious sexy body.”

“Yes,” she hisses. “Please, Griffin, don’t make me wait any longer.”

“I’d hold on tight if I were you. This might be a little rough.”

She wiggles her pretty ass and I spank her one more time and then I line myself up at the entrance of her pussy and thrust inside her.

“Oh, my God!” she moans.

“Jesus,” I pant.

She’s so fucking tight.

Gripping me like a goddamn vise.

I give her a couple small thrusts, stretching her, feeling her, filling her, reveling in the pressured warmth against my veined cock.

“So, fucking good.”

She whines, grasping the sheets around her. “Griffin.”

“How does that feel, Naughty?”

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