Page 70 of His to Take

When he turned back, he strode over to me in two long strides and pulled me against his massive chest.

“I wanted to tear it off you,” he said. His expression was feral, and my heart was palpitating in my chest.

He kissed me, his experienced hands knowing exactly how to undo every clasp of my bustier in no time at all. In seconds, my upper half was bare, and my overly sensitive and erect nipples were exposed for him to see. He remained fully clothed, which made me feel so much more vulnerable.

Boldly, I grasped his chin and tried to kiss him, but he reached around and smacked my bottom hard.

“No, not tonight, little girl. You will let me take control,” he warned.

“Or else what? You’ll spank me?”

My heart pounded even faster. I licked my lips and glanced up to see his eyes sparkling with dark amusement. His smile seemed dangerous, like he had something else in mind that I couldn’t even begin to guess at. My pussy tightened immediately. He didn’t answer and knelt beside me to remove one shoe, followed by the other. Standing there in nothing more than a lacy pair of panties, I shivered. His fingertips glanced against the side of my hip.

“It’s time, sassy wife. Climb up on the bed and lie down on your back for me,” he directed. I went to take hold of my panties, but he stayed my hand and shook his head. “Not yet. When I’m ready to bare that soaking wet little pussy, I’ll take them down myself.”

My mouth went dry.

I blushed red as I obeyed his command, lying back and watching as he slowly stripped off his suit. He didn’t rush to disrobe, instead taking his time and teasing me with the unveiling of the hard lines of his chest and abs. He toed off his shoes, and I held my breath momentarily when he unbuckled his belt. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks and slid them down his muscular legs, followed by his underwear. Ryker was finally naked before me.

As soon as his enormous, hard cock bobbed free, I was more than ready to open my legs so that he could sink inside me.

He didn’t do that though. At least not right away.

He climbed up onto the bed alongside me, him completely naked and me wearing nothing more than a pair of panties. Gently, he kissed me, his lips sweet and supple. I returned his kiss eagerly,pressing up against him with impatient desire. He pushed me back down.

“Do you need me to punish you on our wedding night, my bride?” he murmured.

I blushed hard.

“No, sir,” I whispered.

“Then be a good girl for me,” he warned.

“Ryker,” I breathed his name like a prayer. “Please, make love to me.”

“In time. Not just yet,” he growled his response, and my body shook with need. His hands caressed my shoulders and my arms, trailing downward and following them with soft kisses. He worshipped my bare breasts with his mouth, taking his time to suckle each nipple until I cried out with desire. His tongue slipped over the tip of each one and I bit my lip, shuddering as pleasure blossomed across my chest and settled deep into my core.

“Siirrrrr,” I stretched the word out.

He kissed down my belly, following the curves and lines of my waist and hips and I couldn’t stop my legs from opening wider, desperately wanting to coax him between them. Each kiss was gentle and sweet, and it spoke to the romantic ideal that I’d kept cloistered away, hidden in my heart all my life. Until now. Until him.

When he finally reached for my panties, I was panting with need. Kneeling next to me, he edged them down ever so slowly, baring my pussy inch by interminable inch until he finally freed them from my legs. Inexplicably shy all of a sudden, my wantonnessof mere moments ago forgotten, I pressed my thighs together. He grabbed my knees, digging his fingertips into my flesh, and roughly spread them apart, shifting to kneel between my legs.

I gasped and shot my eyes up at him, only to see his stormy gaze meet mine for a brief moment before he looked straight down between my legs.

I blushed red, knowing what he would see.

I reached for him, hoping to kiss him and pull him down against me. He grasped my wrists and pinned them over my head. He kissed me himself, gradually lowering his body until it was only just pressing against mine.

The hard line of his cock was blazing hot against my thigh.

When I tried again to rush him by lifting my hips, he lifted his body, reached down, and slapped my inner thigh. It stung more than I expected. Knowing I was treading on thin ice, I finally gave in and submitted my body to his total control. With my hands pinned, I couldn’t do much but lie there as he had his way with me.

It was even more intoxicating than I thought it would be.

I was absolutely drenched by the time his cock brushed against my pussy. It was even hotter than I expected, and I cried out, but he didn’t rush the next part either.

He took his time, dragging the length of his cock against my bare wet pussy, up and down my soaked slit, so that it teased my clit. He kissed me and I rocked my hips against him. My body writhed beneath him, moving of its own accord now. His fingers tightened around my wrists, and he pulled his pelvis back, finally lining up the head of his cock with my entrance.

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