Page 80 of Bite Your Tongue

Around the front of the lighthouse, the moon shines through the windows, lighting the room up just enough for me to see a chair. Taking a few long strides toward it, I stop and set her down onto her feet.

Leaning my head forward, I cup her cheek before kissing her. Her mouth instantly melts against mine, and her lips greedily attack my own.

“Do you have panties on?” I murmur against her lips.

“Y-yes,” she whispers.

“Let’s change that then,” I say before kneeling down before her.

Reaching my hand under all the layers of her dress, I skim my fingertips up her legs, past her knees, and to her thighs. When I reach her heat, I brush my thumb across the fabric of her panties, already feeling them growing wetter.

Shoving the fabric to the side, I slide one finger and then another into her pussy, and right away, she whimpers.

“My wife is so fucking wet,” I say, pumping my fingers in and out of her a few more times. “Tell me what it is you need. You know I love when you’re honest with me.”

I finger-fuck her lightly, never giving her too much or working her too fast.

“I need you to fuck me, Ry,” she breathes out. “Please.”

Slowly, I remove my fingers from her and carefully peel her panties down her thighs and off of her legs. When they get almost to the floor, she puts her hand on my shoulder as she balances herself to take one side off at a time while I pulled them over her heels. After shoving them into my jacket pocket, I undo my pants and pull them, along with my briefs, down just enough for my cock to spring free. I’m rock hard already, simply from playing with her pussy with my fingers. My cock swells in anticipation, ready to feel her wrapped around me.

I sink down onto the seat and gaze up at her. “You’re going to have to sit on my dick, okay?” I rasp, taking her in. I’m still unsure how the hell I got this lucky. “Think you can do that?”

Licking her lips subtly, she nods.

“Good girl,” I mumble and lean forward to push her dress upward so that she can straddle my waist. “Climb aboard, beautiful. Show me how slutty my hot wife is when it comes to riding my cock.”

Her leg lifts, and she pushes the fabric of her dress away, making sure none of it is at risk of getting dirty … or covered in my seed, I’m sure. Little by little, she sinks down. It’s so quiet and dark in here, though I can see her beautiful face and the twinkle in her eyes.

Her pussy stretches around my swollen dick, and she hisses, biting down on her bottom lip.

“Take me inch by inch, baby. I’m yours. Forever.”

“Forever and always,” she whispers, dipping her nose down to mine just as she bottoms out and whimpers.

It’s just us and the moonlight shining through.

We’re family now. We promised in front of all of our loved ones to love each other—forever. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

“I was made for you,” I say, wrapping my arms around her body as she grinds harder on my cock. “That’s why we fit together like this.”

“I love you,” she chokes out.

Her pussy feels so good. And so tight. So warm. And so mine. For-fucking-ever.

“I love you,” I say before I kiss her.

As she rides my cock, taking every inch of me like she was created to do just that, I hold her tight and kiss her hard. I swear to fucking God, her soul slides into mine, and we become one. We may be two bodies, but it feels like one damn spirit. My head spins, and a tear spills from my eye because I’ve never felt so close to another person in my entire life.

I love her more today than I did yesterday. And something tells me I’ll love her even more tomorrow.

“Ah … Ry, it’s too much,” she cries out. “It feels too good. I need to come. Right now.”

She rocks back and forth, her pussy taking me so good and deep while it tightens around me, begging for every inch while she spins out of control and comes all over my dick. I bury my face into her neck.

“Coming inside of you,” I grunt, my entire body beginning to shudder. “That way, all night on our wedding night, you’ll be filled with your husband’s cum.” I bite her neck gently. “And then later, once it’s dripped out of you, I’ll just fill you up again.”

“Yes,” she whisper-growls before she bites down on the fabric of my jacket. “Ryder, please.”

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