Page 52 of Malicious Wedding

“You’re tired,” I say. “You were out there doing something hard, weren’t you? Something you hated.”

“For you.” His voice is husky. “Ash. My angel.”

I stroke faster. “For me. I like that. I like when you call me your angel, too.”

“Angel.” He moans, low and masculine, the most sexual sound I’ve ever heard in my life. “You don’t know what you do to me. You have no idea what this feels like.”

“I hope it feels good.” Faster, rubbing the tip of his cock, stroking him. I bite his shoulder, kissing him, licking him. Tasting his skin, drinking in his moans.

“Ash, fuck,” he moans. “I can’t hold back.”

“Good. Come in my hand. Come for me, husband.”

That throws him over the edge. I sink my teeth into him hard as he finishes in thick spurts, groaning like a monster, his fingers digging into the tile wall.

When he’s done, he turns to face me, breathing hard, eyes burning.

I bring my hand to my mouth—and I taste his cum.

He stares in shock.

It’s salty. Warm. Like him.

And the moment I take it into my mouth, I can tell I fucked up.

“Carson,” I say, taking a step back. I rinse the rest off. “You’re looking at me funny.”

“You ate it.”

“I tasted it. What’s the big deal?”

“You tasted my cum.”

“So what? I was curious?” I blink rapidly. His cock’s getting hard again. “Carson.”

“Angel.” He grabs my hair, pinning me to the wall.

Suddenly, he’s not tired anymore.

“What are you—”

But my protests are drowned by his kiss.

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Ash

“This isn’t how I expected tonight to go,” I admit as he spreads my legs, licking my inner thigh, kissing up to my dripping wet pussy. I moan, eyes squeezed shut, my fingers lacing into his hair.

“Are you complaining, my angel?”

“Only a little bit. I really wanted some good rest tonight. I do have a long day of work tomorrow and—fuck.” I’m silenced as he slides two fingers deep inside and sucks hard on my sensitive clit. “You could be gentle, you bastard.”

“I could be,” he agrees, fucking me faster with those big fingers. He licks, tip of his tongue hardened. “But I enjoy your moans too much to go easy on you.”

I gasp, digging my fingers into his hair. He scrapes his stubble across my pussy, finger-fucking me deep, as pleasure explodes down my spine. I arch my back, groaning for him, as his tongue laps me up, his mouth eats me.

I feel as though I’m being devoured by some ancient, starving beast.

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