Page 71 of Keeping What He Wants

She smiled. “I’m the boss.”

He laughed. “Yes. You’re the fucking boss. Shit.” He pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her. “And I’m your fucking slave.”

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Ryker woke with his head pressed against Ella’s breast. He smiled and pushed up from her, dragging his tongue along her stiff nipple. She shifted and pulled the blanket higher, nearly covering her head. He laughed and left her alone, heading to the bathroom.

He didn’t know what to think about actually getting married. Hell, he’d never wanted that in his life. Women had wanted him to commit to them over the years, and he couldn’t run away fast enough. Now he had the woman he loved more than anything permanently branded on his ring finger, and he was happy. For the first time in a very long time, Ryker found himself completely happy.

He leaned against the doorjamb, staring at his sleeping beauty’s bare ass. She’d even got him to give up any dominance over her. He pushed away from the door and crawled in their bed. Ryker moved so that he fit perfectly against her back.

“I love you,” he whispered in her ear. He slipped his hand along her thigh. “Wake up and love me.”

She groaned as he lifted her leg to drape over his. “I need sleep.”

“I need you.”

He reached between them and angled his cock to her pussy. He pushed in, plunging deep into her warmth. The angle made her feel tighter. Ryker pulled her to him, kissing the soft spot behind her ear that made her melt. Ella brought his to her breast.

“It’s technically not our wedding night anymore,” she said breathlessly.

“I know.” His fingers trailed down her stomach. “It’s our honeymoon.”

He thrust into her, continuing to kiss and lick her neck. She tasted so sweet. Ella reached behind her and cupped his head as his fingers found her clit.

“That’s right, Ryker. Slow and sweet is over. Fuck me like you mean it.”

He sat up and pulled her over with her ass up. He smacked it and smiled when she yelped. He drove her into the mattress with the power of his strokes, gripping her hips as he fucked her. He needed it too. Harsh breathing filled the silence as he took her. Ella’s sexy noises turned him on unlike anything else. She lay before him, clutching the headboard as he shoved her legs farther apart. She dropped her head forward, her fingers turning white as she took her pleasure, her body shaking with the release. He claimed her. Made her his.

And she was. She always had been.

“You’re mine.” He smacked her ass. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“Damn right you are.” He pulled her away from the headboard and turned her so that she lay on her back looking up at him. “You’re mine.”

She reached for his cock and brought it to her opening. “This is yours too. Only yours. Fuck me like you want.”

He spread her thighs as wide as they’d go before shoving into her again. Ella sank back against the mattress, her hands fisting the rumpled sheets. Each of his thrusts pushed her across the bed. He watched as she clutched her breasts, pinching and rubbing her nipples.

“You’re mine, Ella. Only mine.”

He watched her come again before taking his own pleasure. He fell on her, loving the softness of her body. Sweat coated their skin, and the room smelled of their musky combined fragrance. Ryker was completely content while she ran her fingers through his hair. When her stomach growled, he laughed.

“What do you want to eat?” He snuggled against her, kissing her neck. She was covered in beard burn, and he couldn’t help but like the sight.

“Country breakfast?”

“For someone that basically lives off oatmeal?” He kissed her cheek and sat up.

“I don’t live off oatmeal. I eat a muffin when I get to work too.”

“Oh, the calories!” He rolled his eyes.

“Take care of your wife.”

“Country breakfast coming right up.” Ryker grabbed his phone from the dresser. “Anything else?”

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