Page 57 of Patch's Bride
I pull the blanket off the back of the couch and wrap it around her shoulders. Then I sit beside her and pull her into a loose hug. When she leans into me, I hold her a little tighter against my chest.
I finally answer her question. “I think you were just unfortunate to have a horrible man for a stepfather. If you think about it, he’s at the root of all this mess. Vincent and Lynch never would have known your name if Robert Jefferies hadn’t tried to exploit you the way he did.”
“Maybe you’re right,” she murmurs.
I give her a kiss on the top of her head. “It’s nothing you did or didn’t do, darlin’. I promise you that.”
For a long while, we don’t speak.
Then she shifts closer to me. When she looks up, her eyes are clearer. “Thanks again for saving me.”
I smile at her. “Keeping you safe is my job as your husband, and it’s an honor. I won’t be taking any chances with you in the future.”
Finally, I get a genuine smile. “You’re a good man, and I’m lucky to be your wife.”
I dip my head and give her a chaste kiss on the lips. When I pull back, she cups my face and kisses me back. Her kisses are sweet, and my stupid cock can’t seem to get it through his head that now is not the time for sex. I slide one hand down as inconspicuously as possible and adjust myself.
When I look back up at Beth, she tells me, “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight. I want you to remind me what’s good in the world and make me forget about the Diggers.”
“Are you sure about that?” I ask.
“Yes.” She places her hand on my chest, right over my heart. Her expression is so open and loving that it’s hard to say no to her. Oh, who am I fucking kidding? I’d do anything for this woman.
“Alright then. If you change your mind at any point, all you have to do is let me know.”
I lift her in my arms again and carry her to the bedroom. When we lie down, there’s no rush. I press my lips to her forehead, then her cheek, then her shoulder. She sighs, clearly loving the gentle approach.
She moves closer, and I keep my hands on her back. I let her guide what comes next.
I’m not surprised when she climbs on top of me. It makes sense—she might not want to be under my big body with all the scrapes and scratches still healing on her body.
I’m more than thrilled to have her ride my cock. I slap my chest and say, “I want you on my face. I need to taste you, and you need an orgasm to make sure you’re ready to take my thick cock.”
She grins down at me. “You like talking dirty, don’t you.”
“Talking about cocks is not dirty talk. If I said that I wanted lick your pussy until she came all over my face and then watch your pretty breasts bouncing while you ride my cock, that might come close.”
Her hands come up to cup her breasts, and she asks, “You really like my breasts? They aren’t to small?”
“Fuck no. They’re the perfect size for your body.” Reaching up to slide my hands under hers, I give them a gentle squeeze before toying with her nipples until they turn into taut little points. “I love your breasts. They’re one of my favorite things in the whole world. Now move up so I can feast on your pretty pussy.”
I have to encourage her with both hands, but she eventually moves into place. When she does, I dive into her folds with my tongue, exploring the feel and taste of her all over again. Every time I lick her, it feels like the first time. Once she’s a hot squirming mess, I suck on her clit until she comes shouting my name. I’d like to say we stopped at that point so she could rest but that would be a gigantic lie.
I ease her down onto my cock until she’s taken every inch of me. Then she just sits there, proudly staring down at me. When I don’t respond, she gestures to where our bodies are joined, “See what I did?”
I grin up at her, because she’s really adorable when she’s playful like this in bed. “I see and I feel it too, princess. You did a good job of taking my thick cock.”
“You always say thick. Why?”
“Because I feel compelled to remind you of all my good qualities, so you’ll feel like you got a better deal than you did by marrying me.”
She shifts he hips, pulling out and then bearing back down, causing hot sparks of pleasure to spark up my cock. “You’re the one I always wanted. So, don’t think you have to impress me to get me to stay. Fifty pounds of dynamite couldn’t blast me out of your life.”
I can’t help but laugh, even as she picks up the pace, driving me wild. Beth has got to be one of the strongest, most resilientwomen I’ve ever met. She rides me hard, chasing her own pleasure. She looks beautiful when she’s on top of me. I wrap my hands around her waist and steady her as she picks up speed. In no time at all, she’s coming all over my cock. I pull her down one last time on my cock and spew deep inside her. She collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around her.
We stay tangled in each other’s warm embrace. I pull the blankets higher and press my mouth to her temple.
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