Page 70 of Keeping What He Wants

He pressed his finger to her lips. “Right now, you’re going to get naked and I’m going to get naked. No more talking.”

He pressed her back against the mattress. Her eyes fluttered shut as he kissed every inch of her while peeling the last remaining clothing off her body. He spread her legs and dipped his head to lick her smooth pussy, teasing her clit mercilessly. She clutched at his short hair, suddenly missing the longer locks. He’d gotten a haircut for the wedding and Ella loved it, even though he’d lost some of his rugged appeal.

He started to undo the buttons on his shirt. Ella watched as he pushed the small white beads through the holes, revealing his tanned and very tattooed chest. Inch by inch, he revealed more skin that made her mouth water. Her sexy husband was gorgeous and tempting.

“I love you. In some ways, I think I always have.”

He tossed his shirt to the ground and fumbled with the zipper of his pants. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Smiling at him, she watched as he undressed, shifting so he could pull his pants off his legs. He rarely wore underwear and had opted not to under his wedding attire. She chuckled at him, loving how right the moment felt.

“You tired?” he asked.

“No.” She yawned and grinned. “How’d you know?”

“You’re not mauling me.”

“Soft and sweet tonight.”

He crawled over her, moving between her legs. “No wild, kinky sex on our wedding night?”

She rubbed his toned back. “I’m saving that for the honeymoon.”

His mouth found hers as the tip of his cock parted her wet folds. Ella pressed her lips to his chest, kissing the area right above his heart. He cupped the side of her head and leaned down to kiss her. She needed the closeness. While nothing had really changed between them with the wedding, she found herself more connected to him. She figured he liked that she had his name now too. That she wore his ring and was officially his. And if she were really honest with herself, she wanted to be.

He pushed inside her with one smooth stroke. Ryker nipped at her lower lip and tugged, sloppily kissing her as he thrust into her body. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back, sliding down his slick skin as she kissed him back. The longer she was with Ryker, the more she realized that in those moment, she’d never get him close enough. He fit her so perfectly.

She dropped her head back, closing her eyes as his cock repeatedly filled her pussy. Ella had been nervous about their wedding night: she’d been fretting over everything and questioned halfway through the reception if she’d have the stamina to actually get to this point. It filled her mind that she’d fall asleep halfway through, and Ryker would be pissed off at her.

He scraped his teeth along her exposed neck, and Ella moaned. He squeezed her breast, pushing harder and deeper into her.

“Come for me,” he whispered. He propped himself above her on one arm, staring down at her as he reached between them. He rocked into her as his fingers played with her clit, giving her that push she needed.

“You’re gorgeous, baby.” Ryker leaned down and nipped at her lips. “So fucking beautiful. Come on my cock. Squeeze me while you take your pleasure.”

Ella clutched his head, forcing her breast into his mouth. He groaned as her pussy tightened around him, his fingers slick with her moisture. When she finally let him go, he smiled at her.

“I could watch you come all day.” He kissed her. “Damn beautiful sight.”

“Why didn’t you come?”

“Because I want to draw it out.” He withdrew from her and rolled to his back. “We only get one wedding night. Come here and ride me.”

Instead, Ella sat up and moved between his legs. “We may be married, but you’re not the boss of me.”

She leaned forward and tightened her lips around his cock, taking as much as she could into her mouth until he touched the back of her throat. He smoothed her hair aside and tightened his fingers in it, tugging lightly as she bobbed along his cock. There were very few things that Ryker loved more than her, but she was pretty sure her mouth on him was one of them.

“If you think you’re going to make me come like that…” She slipped her finger between his cheeks. Ryker sucked in a shaky breath. “I thought we weren’t doing kinky sex tonight?”

She pulled her mouth away from him, rubbing his tight little hole. “I can make you come. Don’t ever underestimate me on that. Besides, didn’t you say you wanted to be my love slave? Slaves don’t dominate. They’re compliant and agreeable.”

He shook his head. “Fuck it.”

“I intend to.”

His chuckle turned into a groan as she licked his balls, using one hand to stroke his cock and the other to rub his hole. Ryker clutched the sheets beneath him, tugging as he writhed. Ella chuckled to herself when he gave up, the harsh groan something between pleasure and pain. Warm jets of semen sprinkled his abdomen and drizzled on her hand. Ella pushed up from him and leaned down to lap up the little dots.

“You’re going to fucking kill me on the first night.”

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