Page 42 of Malicious Wedding

I kiss her throat as my hands move up her body, pushing her top above her breasts. I groan at the sight of her lovely, soft skin. I kiss the top of her chest, pull up her bra, lick her nipples and suck them hard, making her gasp, her back arching against me.

She’s grinding, moaning, gyrating.

“Perfect,” I whisper, praising. “Lovely girl. God, Ash, you are so much more than I ever could’ve dreamed. Look at these little pink nipples. Look at how hard they are for me. Listen to your moans. You still despise me right now, don’t you? And yet you can’t help yourself. That’s what I love about you the most. This skin, those lips, fuck, I think I’ve lost my mind and found myself in heaven. I always believed I’d end up burning for what I’ve done, but I’d gladly accept that hell if it means spending one brief but perfect life with you.”

“Carson,” she moans when I drop down to my knees. In supplication to her beauty. In prayer to her perfection. I unbutton her jeans, a holy act of devotion. “Carson,” she gasps as I pull them down. Enraptured, Blissful.

Each new inch of skin is a revelation. It’s a new truth about my life and the world. All this flesh, all this lovely sex, and it’s all mine.

She’s in black panties, shivering.

I kiss her inner thigh, suck her, lick her, tasting the salt of her sweat and smelling the sweet, lovely musk of her pussy as I get closer and closer. Fuck, she’s dripping, glistening in the afternoon light. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard before in my life.

My pulse races, pounding into my ears, singing her name.Ash, Ash, Ash. Beneath my skin, there’s only my wife.

But I don’t want to fuck her.

No, I need something better.

“You deserve this,” I growl as I kiss over her panties. I lick and suck before shoving them aside. “Beautiful girl. I want to kneel before you my whole life. I want to worship you. Sing your praises. Dedicate myself to your mystery.” I lick her skin, her folds, the tip of my tongue tightening as I find her clit. I lap it up, purring. “This is my new faith. I can spend my life worshipping you, my angel, my obsession. My lovely Ash. Your taste, your moans. I want to study you, find out every little detail of your perfect little pussy, find out what makes you quiver, makes you scream. I want to watch you come, again and again, because you have no clue how much I delight in making you feel good.” I suck her, licking faster, and slide a finger deep inside.

She’s tight and warm, honey and perfection.

“Fuck, Carson,” she gasps, shuddering. “You’re absolutely fuckinginsaneright now.”

“You like it.” I slide my finger in deeper, curling, teasing her as I keep licking her clit. “You love how badly I want you. I’m the most devout husband you’ll ever find. You’re my guiding star, you’re my new goddess. I don’t care how many rules I’m breaking, all I care about is you.”

“Fuck,” she moans, the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life. “You’re scaring the shit out of me, you know that?”

“I don’t care.” I keep going, faster, listening to the sounds of her body, to the lovely noise of her wet pussy. I brush my stubble against her, wanting her to soak into me, wanting every inch of her so badly it’s like a compulsion. “I need you to come for me, Ash. Come for me, my wife, my angel.” Faster, sucking and licking, fucking her with my finger. Her hips writhe, grinding into my face.

“Carson,” she moans, tone dipping low. “Oh my god, Carson.”

And finally, finally, yes, fuckingfinally,her sweet taste floods my mouth as her whole body tenses, twitching, and she comes in a propulsive gasp, her fingers digging painfully into my hair, her hips grinding into my tongue. It’s perfection, it’s nirvana, it’s filling every need and every gap in my life all at once, in one flash of beautiful pleasure.

I don’t stop until she’s leaning back against the tree, breathing hard. Sweat drips down her forehead. I stand, licking my finger clean, and step back.

She’s flushed pink. Her mouth’s hanging open. Her breasts rise and fall. Her nipples are still hard. Her hair’s askew, her pants are around her knees.

And she looks like heaven.

I hold that for a moment before closing in on her again and pulling her into my arms. She’s limp, pliable, and hugs me back.

“You’re terrifying,” she whispers. But she’s grinning.

“Good.” I kiss her lips, wanting her to taste herself on my tongue. “You don’t know the half of it yet, my angel.”

“You keep calling me that.”

“Because that’s what you are to me. Something perfect.”

“Crazy. You are absolutely insane.”

“Tell me you don’t like it.”

She groans, buries her face in my chest, and lets me hug her tight.

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