Page 143 of Wicked Praise

He glared at her, then slowly smiled.

Oh, shit.

His hand reached for her skirts and began bunching them up. And more. And more.

“Lie back,” Blake said, nudging her down.

Yes, please.

He climbed between her legs, shoving the layers of silk up to her waist, then reached her bodice and tugged so it exposed her breasts.

She felt so wanton.

“Fuck, Bell,” Blake groaned, taking in her crotchless panties and garter belt.

“It's all for you, husband.”

“Damn right it is.” He unhooked them and slid her stockings off. “You are the sexiest bride there ever was. Look at your glistening cunt.”

Heat flooded her already needy core.

With a flash, he removed his shirt and bow tie—his wedding jacket already on the nearby chair—and stood as he unzipped his pants.

Blake took his thick, hard cock in his hand and stroked as he slid his fingers through her wet folds.

“Mouth on the head, Bella. Good girl.” Blake praised as she opened and let him press the tip of his cock in. “Such a good fucking girl.”

She tried to take more, but he pulled out.

“First, I’m going to lick this pussy, then I’m going to fuck you gently, but thoroughly.”

He moved between her legs, and with one long lave of his tongue had her screaming.

“Oh, God,” she purred.

Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, maybe it was the way he’d been subtly touching her all night. Or when he caught her in the hall by the restrooms and slid his hand up her thigh. Just enough, but not enough.

Or the words he’d been whispering in her ear.

Dirty words.

Hot words.

But she was ready to explode.

“Give me all your cream, sweet baby. Come on my mouth.” Blake growled inside her pussy. “I want to feel your cunt shuddering around my fingers.”

Two, three, she didn’t know, but her pussy was filled as she exploded with pleasure.

“Blake!” Bella cried.

With a few more licks and a pump of his hand, Blake sat up, aligned his swollen cock, and thrust inside.

“Wife! My beautiful pregnant wife.” Blake growled.

Stroke after stroke he praised her, claimed her, and demanded her pleasure.

As they both began to climax, clinging to one another, their mouths lapping at each other, he flung back his head and bellowed, “Mine. Forever.”

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