Page 250 of Irresistible Rogue

Epilogue

Jolie

Two years later…

“That’s my good girl. Come for me.”

The man of my dreams hovered over me, giving me gruff orders, his masterful fingers thrusting into my pussy, deep and slow, as I came for him.

My core pulsed around his fingers. I cried out, but he smothered the sound with his hand, pressing his thumb into my mouth.

“Shh,” he soothed, as I sucked on his thumb, wishing it was his cock so I could make him come. But he hadn’t touched me with his cock yet. “That’s it, baby. Nice and quiet for Daddy. Or I’m gonna have to gag you and deny you this cock.”

I swallowed my cries and gasps and finally he removed his thumb, sliding his hand around my throat instead. He squeezed, tight, not cutting off my breath but just reminding me who was boss. “Now, keep still. I’m gonna make you come again.”

I tried to catch my breath, but he was already driving into me with his fingers again, working me, deep.

Our wedding was today, and tonight my husband had me bound to the bed in our honeymoon suite.

I was lying on my back, my ass at the very foot of the bed, with my legs up in the air and spread wide, each ankle tied with silken rope to the high posts of the four-poster. My arms were spread high and wide above me, tied to the head of the bed. I was in my bridal lingerie, what was left of it. The white lace garter belt, the garters unsnapped from the white thigh-highs, which were still on. My panties and bra were long gone.

Shane stood over me, shirtless, orchestrating my pleasure to his satisfaction. As usual.

“It’s a good thing you married me,” I sobbed in a drunken-sounding daze. I was not drunk. I was utterly high on my husband. “Because I will never get enough of you…”

“I told you to be quiet, sweet wife,” he murmured adoringly. “One more word and I untie you, flip you over and spank you into tomorrow.”

I pressed my lips together.

His fingers worked me for another moment, until my orgasm high had completely faded. Then he withdrew them. I heard his belt open, and then I felt his cock brush against my pussy as he fisted it. “Don’t move. Daddy’s got a nice, big cock for this tight little cunt.”

My heart pounded as I struggled to remain still. I felt his cockhead nudge into me, and then he shoved into me, seating himself deep. I gasped, and he squeezed my throat in warning.

“That’s a good girl,” he muttered, as he pumped into me, slow, and I remained still. He stared at the place where he possessed me, transfixed as he fucked me. “Relax… and just take my cock…”

Then he leaned over me, wrapped his lips around a swollen nipple and sucked, making me swallow the cry that almost slipped from my lips.

He suckled my aching nipple as he pushed his cock into me, slow, again and again, my pussy twitching with aftershocks. He’d just made me come and I was already panting quietly again, struggling to keep still and silent as my senses coiled towards another orgasm. My core tightened as his cock plunged into me, his lips pulled at my nipple, and I climaxed again. As the release flung me apart, I bit down on my lip.

Shane stood up over me, pumping into me faster as he watched me come under hooded eyes. “Good. Gush on that cock, sweet girl.”

I was soaking wet.

It was my fifth orgasm in a row. My legs were starting to go numb.

I didn’t care.

I could barely move anyway. He’d warned me not to make a sound. All I could do was lie here and take the pleasure he gave.

As I floated back down from my orgasm, his fingers suddenly played with my swollen, sensitive clit and I sealed my lips shut, groaning inside my mouth.

“Good girl. Hush for Daddy.” He drew devilish circles around my clit with his thumb, urging me there again. “You’re gonna come again, baby,” he ordered, his voice strained with arousal.

I panted, struggling not to move. Could I even handle coming again?

Yes.

There was no point fighting it, trying to wriggle away or beg for mercy. My husband was a man who knew what he wanted—especially from me. And what he wanted was to dominate me on our wedding night and have me coming for him. As many times as possible.

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