Page 9 of Run Game
She forces out an exhale. “First of all, this is a one-time thing. After tonight, we go to the courthouse, get the annulment, and this never happens again. No strings, no emotions…just sex. Got it?” she says, putting a hand on her hip. “And secondly, nobody can know. Not your teammates. Not Mads. This needs to stay between us.”
“What?” I ask. “Why?”
“Because,” she says. “If they found out that I dropped my guard for even a second, they'll be on me like flies on shit. They'll be trying to get us to stay together so we fit in their cute little friend group. That can’t happen.”
I want to ask her if it would be so bad for us to stay married, but I don't want to push my luck here. Instead, I make sure she’s finished before I give her my counteroffer.
“Fine,” I agree. “I’ll go along with your stupid rules. But I have one of my own.” She lifts a defiant eyebrow but lets me continue. “While we’re married, you’re mine. I’ll kiss you how I want. I’ll fuck you how I want. And you drop that bratty little attitude and let me show you what it’s like to have me as your husband.”
I stand silently while she considers my stipulation, hoping I didn’t just blow this whole thing to shreds. After what seems like forever, she finally gives me her answer. “Fine,” she sighs. “It’s only until morning anyway.”
“Fuck yeah,” is all I can manage before I crash my lipsto hers. Just like the first kiss, this one is explosive as I bring my hands around and lift her by the ass. She immediately wraps her legs around my waist, shamelessly rubbing herself on my very rapidly hardening erection. Fuck, she feels good. Even with all these layers between us.
Dia moans into my mouth as I lick at her tongue like a madman. I’ve never felt this frenzied with a woman before. It’s like I can’t get enough of her taste. She tastes like my fuckingwife. The thought makes me even harder as I start walking us in the direction of a bedroom, hopefully. I probably should’ve looked around when we got in here, but honestly, that was the last thing on my mind. I don’t remove my lips from hers as I move throughout the suite. I can’t. I feel like I might die if I do.
We reach the hallway, but my throbbing cock is telling me it needs more. Immediately. I press Dia against the nearest wall, grinding into her as I move my lips down her jaw and to her neck. She moans as I thrust my hips into her covered core. “That feel good, baby?” I say into her soft skin. “I’m so fucking hard for you, I can barely see straight.”
“Bed,” she pants. “Get me to a bed.”
I chuckle as I reluctantly pull us from the wall, searching for the nearest door. When I reach it, I swing it open to find a bathroom. “Fuck.”
I keep going until I reach the next one, which is thankfully a bedroom. I don’t bother turning on the lights since the curtains are wide open and the bright lights from the city are illuminating the room. I’ll make sure to have them on next time so I can see her face while I make her come.
Dropping her onto the bed, I reach down and quickly rip her underwear from her body. I can smell her arousalimmediately. “Jesus fucking Christ, Wifey. I need to taste you,” I say with a heavy sigh. I make my way down her body, pulling the top of her wedding dress down before taking a nipple into my mouth. The moan that comes out of her spurs me on as I reach up, pinching the other one between my fingers.
“Dalton,oh my God,” she breathes.
I smile against her skin. “That’s a good fucking girl, baby. Say my name.”
All I get is another moan as I continue my descent. Her whole body is quivering with anticipation as I finally settle between her legs, pushing her short, fluffy dress up to her stomach. I can see her arousal leaking from her as I press my nose to her cunt and inhale her scent. She smells so good; I could fucking come in my pants right here.
“Are you going to eat it? Or should I just take care of myself?” she spits. Seems like she’s already forgotten our conversation from a few minutes ago. My hand begins to itch with the need to refresh her memory.
I sit up on the bed, pulling her with me. She makes a cute little growling noise, obviously angry with the change of plans I’m making. “Dalton, what the f?—”
“Get over my knee,” I order.
She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, okay,” she replies, sarcasm dripping from her tone.
I grab her wrist, pulling her body over my lap, right where I want her. Her mouth is saying this isn’t what she wants, but the fact that there’s absolutely no resistance as I lay her on her stomach with her ass in the air tells me that I know what she needs right now.
“We had rules, Dia. And you’re not following them. There are consequences for that bratty attitude you agreed to drop while my ring is on your finger,” I scold. “I’mgiving you five swats to start. I want you to count them. If it’s too much, tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”
She says nothing, but I can feel her breathing as it quickens, her chest heaving against the bed.
“Okay?” I ask again.
“Yes,” she breathes. And I honestly can’t believe she’s letting me do this.
Before she has a chance to change her mind, I fist the bottom of her dress with one hand, bunching it above her heart-shaped ass before I rear the other back, landing a firm slap to her left cheek. She yelps in surprise but lets out a quiet moan when I rub my palm gently over the red mark that’s already decorating her flawless skin.
“One.”
“Good girl,” I say before giving her another, and another. She counts them all out, moaning as I soothe them with careful fingers until we reach the last one, where I pull her back up and kiss her lips gently. “Now, are you ready to stop being a brat so I can make you feel good? I’m starving.”
“Mmhmm,” she hums, voice shaking from either nerves or adrenaline. Either way, I’m going to take that all away right now.
I help her to her back, settling down between her thighs again. This time, I take mercy on her when I see that she’s swollen and dripping for me, pressing my tongue to her clit, and dragging it down to collect the wetness. She tastes even better than she smells. I don’t know how I’ll ever let her go after this. She grips my hair with both hands as I push my tongue into her, thrusting it in and out. “You’re so fucking wet,” I mumble as I move up to flick her sensitive bundle of nerves. I don’t stop as I reach down and free myself of my pants and boxers, continuing to give her everything I havewhile I do. I only stop momentarily to pull my shirt over my head, leaving me completely naked before her.
