Page 61 of Crave

“Please.” She looked over her shoulders, her eyes deep and dark enough to drown in. “Please, I need both from you tonight. I’ll be good, I promise…”

“All right. I’ll start with your greedy little cunt. I know how important it is to you to be proper.”

She snorted, but her breathless laugh was cut off when I grabbed a handful of her hair. It tumbled in dark disarray over her bronze shoulders, making a tempting contrast with her unzipped dress.

I sank into her inviting pussy. She was so wet, so hot and excited, she took me easily from behind in a single thrust.

“Patrick,” she moaned. “Oh God.”

“You want me to fuck you like I did our first time? Now that you’re my wife?”

She cried out, and her hips bucked eagerly. Our first time had been intense, aggressive, even angry on Christina’s part. Complicated, with so much wanting underneath.

I pushed her face into the bed, reveling in the rush of power. I held still so I wouldn’t come too soon.

Suddenly, she jerked against my grasp, trying to free herself. It felt genuine, not playful.

“Evergreen,” she gritted into the pillow. Our safe word.

Startled, I let her go.

“It’s not like the first time.” She twisted her head to look up at me. “It’s absolutely nothing like the first time. Because I love you now.”

I froze. Couldn’t speak. Because the force of my feelings for her hit me like a tidal wave.

My hand splayed over her cheek. “I love you too, Christina.”

“Please fuck the hell out of me.”

I did.

As she moaned and writhed, shoving back at me, gripping the pillow with pearly white nails, I didn’t know if we were descending into the earth like rutting animals, or soaring above it to exalt this night.

It took all my strength to stop fucking her cunt. To pull out, coat my cock in lube, and rub the head against her sweet ass. To keep it slow as I opened her yielding flesh. She lifted her hips, adjusting to my size.

“Come on, baby,” she whispered. So much more open, more upfront, than when we met. “I need all of you.”

“Fuck, you’re a greedy little whore. You can’t get enough.”

She inhaled sharply, and her ass clutched my cock. I’d used a filthy mouth with her from the beginning, and she lapped it up. But I hadn’t called her that name in months. Our fucking had become all softness, all sweetness.

But Christina needed both. She needed the teddy bear and the wolf.

And I needed to be them with her.

“Aren’t you, Christina? Say it,” I said harshly.

When I pressed her clit, rubbing insistently, she shivered and whimpered.

“God, yes. Yes, I am. I’m yours, Patrick, I’ll do whatever you want…”

I kissed her shoulder, running my hungry mouth over her smooth skin, as I eased my cock deeper into hot, velvety tightness. “My wife.Mine.”

She let out a soundless cry, squeezing me in a long spasm. Delirious, losing herself in the sensations as she finally came.

I stopped holding back. Gripping her hips, I fucked my love, giving her everything I had.

Everywhere.

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