Page 40 of An Unhinged Wedding

“Such a good wife,” I murmur as I slide a finger up her wet slit.

“And so fucking soaked for me, Kitten.”

She trembles slightly, so filled with need. She’s stunning like this–laid out on the bed waiting for me, legs spread, with her eyes, she begs me to give her the pleasure she desperately needs.

“Who owns this delicious body?”

The corner of her lips pulls into a small smile, “You do, husband.”

I place my hand over her heart, “Who owns this, baby?”

“Also you. You own every inch of me, body, mind, and soul. I’m only yours.”

I growl, “That’s right, Mia. I own you and you fucking own me.”

When I slam into my cock’s favorite place, she whimpers. Fucking delicious. I knew the first time I tasted my wife, I’d want to keep her forever. And I will. It doesn’t matter what happens when she realizes she will be having our child. I will never let her go.Til death do us part.The only way I’ll let her go is if she kills me. If she finds out what I’ve done, she just might.

MIA

Trevor hovers over me, a hand on either side of me on the mattress, his lips ghosting mine while he thrusts into me. He’s not gentle. He’s almost feral.

“Come for me, wife. I need you to come. Explode for me.”

My body obeys his command as my back arches, and I lose myself in the physical pleasure only Trevor can provide. My climax is powerful, pulling me under. I’m lost in what he does to me. Trevor presses his face in the crook of my neck and groans his release. I moan when I feel him spasm inside of me.

Standing, he pulls out of me, “I’m nowhere near done with you, wife. By tomorrow you’ll be dripping of me as you stand there reciting your vows.”

“You’re a filthy animal.”

His gaze heats my core all over again, “That’s right, Kitten. I’m a filthy animal. Spread your beautiful legs so I can tasteour flavor.”

I spread my legs, and he growls, “Wider. Put your arms around the back of your knees and pull back. Let me see this pretty pink cunt spread open for me.”

I do as he says, feeling weird about being this exposed to him. Then he drops to his knees, and the way he stares at my most intimate area lights my core on fire as goosebumps spread across my skin. I’ve often wondered if everybody feels like this with their spouse. Desire is a human feeling. I think every single person has felt it on some level. But Trevor looks at me like his desire for me will burn him to the ground if he doesn’t get what he needs. I don’t think everyone has that.

He groans, “Jesus Mia. Every fucking inch of you is perfect. So goddamn sexy. My cum leaking from your beautiful pussy is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

A whimper escapes from my throat.

“Yes, Kitten. Fuck. I want more of those sounds.”

Using his finger and thumb, he spreads me open, “When I stand up, I want that pretty mouth open for me.”

He swipes my slit and says, “Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper.

Trevor groans, “My wife is such a fucking good girl.”

Flattening his tongue, he circles my sensitive clit with fast strokes, causing me to cry out.

I want to touch him so bad it hurts, but I have to continue holding my legs for him. I’m not obedient by nature, quite the opposite. With Trevor like this, I’ll obey his every command. The way he looks at me. The way he speaks to me. The way he fucking touches me. There is nothing I won’t do to please him.

He dips his tongue into my entrance and slowly fucks me while he groans. A lot of men might have a problem with tasting their own cum, but not Trevor. He likes tasting us together. I don’t mind it in the least. What I enjoy most is knowing that my husband is about to become feral. Removing his tongue from my pussy, he climbs over me, a dark expression on his face. I part my lips, and he thrusts his tongue aggressively into my mouth. Our kiss is hot, passionate, both of our cum being pushed back and forth. Gripping my chin, he pulls down, forcing my mouth open, and spits a mixture of saliva and cum into my mouth.

“Swallow.”

I do, and he groans, “Fuck.”

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