Page 26 of An Unhinged Wedding

I pinch and twist her perfect peaks, making her yell out louder.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, baby?”

“How?” she pants breathlessly.

I continue trailing my fingers down her body until I reach between her thighs and brush against her sensitive clit, “By coming for your husband.”

She tries to move, but I pin her by wrapping my free arm around her waist. I lay my hand over her chest, cupping her breast, “Lay here and take it, Kitten. This pussy is mine and right now I want it to come for me.”

Mia moans when I run a finger through her folds, “Good girl. I love the sounds you make for me. Only me.”

A whimper escapes from her throat when I dip a finger inside her cunt, and then two. She moves her hips when I start rubbing her clit with my thumb.

“Good girl, ride my hand.”

Mia turns her head to the side and lies it on my shoulder, giving me a heavenly view. Her lips part as she pants, her eyes glowing a stunning emerald color, fuck she’s perfect.

“Trev,” she cries out as her pussy clenches down on my fingers.

I withdraw my fingers, and she turns over, straddling me, sloshing water over the sides of the tub, “I need you,” she breathes.

“Not here. Get clean so I can get you dirty all over again.”

She groans her annoyance but gets off me, gets the body wash, and I watch her wash her entire body. Standing up, she washes her legs and between her thighs. Stunning. Mia unplugs the bathtub, pulls the dark blue shower curtain closed, and glares at me, “Stand up or I’ll spray you in the face.”

I chuckle as I stand. I love every fucking part of Mia. I love when she’s fucking obedient. But I also love it when she’s defiant. And her fucking smart mouth? It gets me hard every fucking time.

Mia squirts body wash into her palms and runs her hands over my chest. I can’t fight the groan that erupts from my chest. I love my wife’s hands on my body. Dropping to her knees in front of me, she washes my legs and then takes my cock in her soapy hand and strokes me slowly. Fuck me.

“Mia,” I growl.

Gazing up at me with an innocent expression, she says, “What husband? I’m just washing you.”

She massages my balls with her left hand while stroking my length with her right hand. Fuck. I don’t want to come like this, and if she doesn’t stop, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

“Enough,” I tell her in a stern voice.

She stands, trying to hide her grin, and turns the shower on so we can rinse the soap away.

I grab the removable shower head and rinse her off, “Get out. Dry off. I expect you to be bent over the bed with your legs spread by the time I get out.”

She takes a sharp breath, “Yes sir.”

After she climbs out, I rinse the soap from my body. My cock hardens before I exit the shower from imagining my beautiful wife waiting for me in the position, I told her to be in. I get out of the shower, dry off quickly, and wrap the towel around my waist.

Walking into the bedroom, I groan when I see her naked, bent over the bed, legs spread, just as I instructed her to be.

“Hands behind your back.”

She turns her head sideways on the mattress and places her hands behind her back, just above her ass. So, fucking beautiful.

I grab the item I’ve had in my pants, waiting for the perfect moment.

Moving behind her, I run my knuckles down her back, and she whimpers.

“Such a fucking obedient slut for me, Kitten.”

Mia moans, “Please Trev.”

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