Page 70 of The Accidental Wife

“Of course we’ll stay, Mrs Hoult.” She says before I could stop her, and my mother's face lights up like a Christmas tree.

“Oh, excellent! I’m so pleased.” She exclaims, kissing my cheek, and rushes off in a flurry. I look over at Shayla, smiling at me sheepishly.

“What did you do that for?” I groan and Shayla shrugs, biting her lip.

“What? Didn’t you see her face? She looked so sad when you said no, I couldn’t help it.” She claims with an adorable little pout. I pull her against me and gaze into her gorgeous green eyes.

“But I want to take you home.” I moan, leaning in to kiss her, and just as our lips touch, I get slapped on the back causing us to jump apart.

“Congrats my man!” I glare at my cousin Harry who grins at Shayla and me, wagging his brows.

“Thanks Harry.” I grit out through clenched teeth, and he chuckles and scampers off with whatever girl he rolled up with. “Come on,” I sigh, lacing my fingers with hers and pull her upstairs with me.

“Cole, where are we going?” She asks in a flurry, following me as I pull her along like an errant puppy. I tug her to my old bedroom, which my mother had prepared for us for the night, and close the door before I press her into it all in one motion. Shayla gasps and looks up at me as I place my hands on either side of her caging her in.

“Alone at last,” I murmur, staring at her lips, which she licks alluringly.

“Cole, I am not sleeping with you in your parents house. Especially with all these people roaming around the place,” Shayla mumbles, watching me closely as I inch closer to her lips.

“Shayla, I was more than happy to take you home, but you went and accepted my mother’s invitation for a sleepover.” I remind her, licking my lips as I stare into her eyes. “There is only one person I give a shit about right now, and she’s standing right in front of me looking delectable, and I’m hungry baby.” I burr huskily, brushing my nose over hers.

“What if someone hears us?” She whispers back.

“It’s our post-wedding night. It would be weird if we didn’t have sex,” I say, and she chuckles a little and moans when I dip my head and kiss her collarbone.

“Cole, this is so bad.” She breathes while I slowly run my tongue up her throat, my fingers find the straps to her dress, and I slide them down her shoulders.

“Then let’s be bad, baby, let’s be really bad.” I moan, nipping at her ear gently, my fingers gliding the straps down her arms. “I’ve been picturing the moment I get to slip you out of this dress all night, visualising the silk just gliding down your beautiful body,” I step away from her a little, and she opens her eyes and looks at me. “Do it,” I whisper.

Shayla swallows hard and pushes herself off the door, licks her lip a little before she bites her bottom lip, and slides her arms out of the straps to her dress. My eyes eagerly watch her as she reaches back and slides the zipper down to her dress. I inhale a sharp breath when the dress glides down her body and pools around her feet. There she stood in nothing but her heels.Fuck! When did she take off her underwear?

All the blood from my brain rushes to my cock as I stood, taking her in inch by inch. “Fuck,” I growl and walk over to her. I curl my fingers at her neck and pull her mouth to mine hungrily.

I lift her up into my arms and slam her hard against the door. Shayla moans and kisses me back just as fervently. I feel her fingers unbuttoning my shirt while we continue to kiss, and I walk her back toward the bed. In the end, she got frustrated with the buttons and tore it open with a groan. Shayla pulls my shirt off my shoulders while our tongues continue to duel heatedly. I tilt my head back when Shayla kisses down my throat, stopping to suck and bite at my pulse point hard enough to leave a mark.

I lay her down on the bed, and she leans up on her elbows, looking at me through her lashes while I take my shirt off. She lifts her foot, still in her heels, and presses it to my chest, stopping me as I was about to crawl over her. She sits up and scoots closer to me.

Our eyes locked, she reaches up, unbuckles my belt, and tugs it off, tossing it aside before brushing her finger up the length of my cock tantalizingly slow. I hiss and close my eyes, tilting my head back when my cock aches under her touch. Such a simple motion, but it sent shockwaves of pleasure pulsing through me. “Shayla.” I moan, biting my lip as she continues to touch me teasingly.

I watch her closely while she unbuttons my trousers and tugs my zipper down before she leans in and licks up my stomach, her tongue trailing along the outline of my abs. “Oh, baby.” I brush my fingers along the nape of her neck, and she slides my trousers down my legs, her nails raking up the back of my thighs, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body.

“This right here…” She breathes, brushing her fingers along the abdominal V-line muscle, also known as the Adonis belt. “Make’s me go stupid.” She finishes, leaning in tracing the lines with her tongue. I make a mental note to walk around shirtless more often.

“God damn, baby.” I moan. I was at my wit's end. I was going to implode if I didn’t have her soon. While Shayla’s mouth was on my stomach, her fingers slide into the elastic of my boxers, and she tugs them off, pulling back to look at my cock spring free from its confines, all nine inches throbbing and aching to be inside her.

I kick my boxers and trousers to the side watch as Shayla’s eyes glide over my dick, licking her lips eagerly. It’s all yours for the taking, baby. I gasp when she wraps her fingers around my cock; her eyes lift to mine, watching my reaction while she strokes me slow and steady. “Fuck, Shayla.” I groan, biting my lip hard when she wraps her lips around the crown and sucks gently.

My head went dizzy. I curl my fingers around the base of her ponytail and moan throatily when she slides my cock deeper into her mouth. “Ah, baby.” I pant heavily, thrusting my hips as she continues to suck me rhythmically. I felt that all too familiar stir, and I wasn’t about to blow it all in her mouth. Oh no. “Shayla, stop baby, stop, you’ll make me come.” I pant, looking down into her eyes. Shayla moans in response and gives me one last hard suck before she releases me. I growl, wrap my fingers around her throat, and pin her down on the bed.

“Naughty girl.” I breathe, leaning down I bruise her lips with another passionate kiss. Shayla moans when I flick my tongue over hers and suck. I gather her arms and pin them over her head, lacing our fingers together as I rock my hips against hers, brushing my cock against her wet pussy lips. As much as I was dying to bury myself balls deep inside her, I didn’t want to rush. I’m going to taste every inch of her first.

I let my hands explore her body while my mouth finds a hardened rosy nipple. I suck it a little and smile when she hisses, arching up against my mouth, silently pleading for more. I love it when she does that. I mimic the same on the other nipple, and she bites her lip hard, whimpering when I tug it gently between my teeth. My wandering hands find themselves at her pussy. I brush my fingers through the slit and watch in delight as she cries out when my thumb flicks the bundle of nerves just at the top. Mm, my mouth waters at the thought of tasting her again.

“Uhh, Cole...” I push her legs apart and settle myself between them. Using my fingers, I spread her pussy lips apart, exposing her clit. I smile excitedly, oh baby I’m about to turn your world upside down. I brush the tip of my index finger over her nub gently, and her thighs quiver. I play with her clit teasingly, flicking, brushing, and pinching gently. “Cole, please, uhh fuck.”

“Please, what baby, tell me what you want?” I drawl, “Is it this…” I whisper, brushing the tip of my tongue over her clit with the barest of pressure, and she fists the bed covers, her hips rocking up.

“Mmm, yes, more.” She whimpers breathless. I grin and flick my tongue over her clit again and again with soft kittenish licks. Shayla thrusts her hips up again, yearning for more contact than I was giving her, wordlessly telling me what she needs. I could keep teasing her, but my patience was wearing thin.

I finally give in and suck her clit into my mouth hard, and she bites her lip to keep from screaming. “Fuuuuuck.” She groans, grinding her hips up against my mouth as my tongue flicks over her clit quicker. Her breathing becomes laboured, and her clit pulses under my tongue, and I know she’s close, so I slide my finger inside her and rub her g-spot. I moan against her while sucking her clit, and she climaxes with a shudder, her pussy clamps my fingers and clenches with every delicious spasm of her orgasm. With a breathless whimper, she collapses onto the bed while I drink up her honey.

I place little kisses on her stomach, her breasts while I slowly crawl up over her. She peels her eyes open, still panting, she curls her fingers at my neck and pulls me down for a deep and hungry kiss. “Mm, Cole, I need you, please baby.” She pleads breathily, brushing her lips over mine. Oh Jesus, the way she called me baby had my heart racing.

“Oh baby, I need you too so fucking bad,” I whisper, kissing her softly before I pull away and pick up my trousers and pull out a condom from my wallet and roll it on. Shayla pulls me back down and kisses me avidly. After dreaming about this moment for so long, I finally push myself into her slowly, savouring every sensation as I feed myself deeper into her hot, insanely tight pussy.

We moan in harmony as I start to thrust slow and steadily into her. Shayla wraps her legs around me and rocks her hips up, meeting my thrusts. I made love to her as I had been longing to for so long, and doing it sober was even more spectacular. I made sure every kiss, every moan, every sensation was burned into my memory.

Shayla Hart has well and truly left her mark on my soul.

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