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“Tate, put me down!” Brea laughs while brushing her hands over my ass.
“No,” I snarl and bite her exposed thigh. She yelps but wiggles until we reach our floor. I make no move to put her down and don’t hesitate to head straight for our bedroom. I toss her on the mattress and rush to discard my clothes. Garments fly in every direction as Brea settles herself on her back, spreading her legs wide for me.
“Jesus, wife, are you trying to fucking kill me?” Her pussy contracts as I speak. Wearing no panties leaves her exposed for me, and I’m more than ready to make her wholly mine.
“Tate…” The whine in her voice nearly sends me over the edge. “I’m ovulating.” My entire body freezes. She knows how much I’ve been dying to knock her sexy ass up, and she’s just given me permission.
“Spread ‘em wide and lift ‘em up, wife.” Her teeth dig into her plump bottom lip as she complies. My eyes are glued to her weeping cunt as I grab behind her knees and push forward, while I kneel on the bed. “Fucking beautiful.” The words are meant for myself, but she whimpers, and I love the sound of it. I can’t get enough.
My knees hit her ass, and I can feel the heat of her pussy as my dick bounces above her soaked lips. “You look delicious.” So much so that I have to wipe my mouth to check for drool.
“Yet, you haven’t even had a tiny little taste, husband.” My eyes snap to hers. “Oooo, somebody likes that,” she taunts. I’ve turned beastly as I grunt. “Husband, would you please, please, please, properly make me yours. Turn me into Tate Kelly Weston’s wife.”
I snap. Lining my dick up with her pussy, I slam home, covering her screaming mouth with mine. I’m incapable of controlling how my hips whip back and forth as she claws my shoulders and back, pulling me closer, while attempting to push me away.
Trying hard not to rip her stunning dress, I rut her like a bull. Fucking, fucking harder. Stroking deeper. Groaning when she finally loosens up enough that I can move without hurting her.
“T.K., oh god, oh, oh, oh, right there,” Brea moans wildly, arching her back as I pin her legs up by her shoulders. “Husband, that feels so good. It burns, but then there’s this pulsing that feels incredible. Tate, please.”
“Tell me what you need, pup. Tell me what my perfect wife needs.” Nipping at her throat, I suck on the flesh and leave a giant bruise for the world to see that she’s been claimed.
“To come. Please stop playing and make me come.” Our eyes meet, and her desperation calls to my soul because I feel it too.
“You ready for me to fill that virgin womb with my sweet cream?”
She nods and drops her head back as her neck strains. Her body is desperate for the pleasure only I can provide.
Gripping a chunk of her hair, I yank hard, so she arches back. My other hand wedges between our bodies, and I massage her clit until she shivers and wriggles under me. Unable to restrain myself, the hammering of my hips grows more fervent, slamming in hard and dragging out slow.
Sweat coats her chest as I observe her. Leaning forward, I lick her up, wishing I had taken the time to remove her dress because I’d love to be sucking on her tits while filling her womb up with my cum.
I don’t stop the movement, switching from massaging to pinching her clit when she finally stiffens and screams out a release that constricts her pussy around my dick, and I have to fight to remain inside her.
“Fuck, wife, you know how to treat a dick well.”
I groan when her orgasm triggers the start of my own. Pulling back slightly, at first, I force my way through her clamped walls and plant myself as tightly to her womb as possible before bellowing out my release.
Closing my eyes, I drop my head into her throat and wait for the effects to wear off while nearly blacking out from the pleasure.Jesus fucking Christ,I’ve never felt such gratification before. Never come so hard that my body spasms and I lose consciousness. But that’s my wife, my Brea, she does that to me. And it’ll only get better from here on out.
Chapter 24
Brea
“Mmmm.” The moan breaks free as my new husband's hands roam my breasts, squeezing and massaging the tender globes as we relax in the jetted tub. Warm water loosens my aching, unused muscles as candlelight flickers from the counters. “That feels divine.”
“So do you,” T.K. whispers in my ear, nibbling on the lobe. I bite my lip and reach behind my back to grip his painful erection, stroking it gently with the same pressure as his hands on my tits. “Tighter,” he grunts.
Twisting out of his embrace, I turn on my knees to face him. He spreads his legs, bubbles gurgling from the spurts of water, and he reclines in the tub, placing his hands on either side with a fierce grip.
“I haven’t had a proper taste yet.”
His hips shift and lift out of the water so he’s fully exposed. “He’s all yours, pup.” The slick grin on his face is filled with anticipation and eagerness.
“How long until you have to leave?”
The team isn’t making any exceptions for T.K. today regarding their rule for traveling together unless there’s an illness. I don’t mind; it makes our time together all the sweeter.
“We’ve got two hours before I have to be out the door.” And he’s being generous.
