The Marriage Auction: Book One(52)
“Can we do that now?” she breathed, her gaze half-lidded, her expression drunk with lust. Or maybe the alcohol as we were both being unusually bold and honest.
I shook my head, and she pouted.
“No, right now, I’m going to fuck you from behind so I can stare at the ass that’s been a blockbuster feature in every one of my fantasies for as long as I can remember.”
Her brows scrunched together, but before she could say anything, I spun her around, shackled both of her wrists against the cool tile with one of my hands, and bent her over. “Spread your legs, darlin’. Let me in.”
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes blazing with desire. “Ask nicely,” she responded smugly, just as I’d expected.
Instead of asking, I pulled my hand back and smacked her fine ass with a mighty wallop, the same I would any broody mare acting up on the ranch.
Dakota yelped, quickly followed by a moan as I rubbed the slightly red handprint on her butt cheek. I took it further, dipping down between her thighs to ensure she was enjoying our shower time.
Just as I suspected…soaked.
I groaned and stepped up behind her. She still hadn’t moved her legs apart enough for me to get inside unless I shoved my way through. And I wanted, no, I needed her to offer herself to me of her own free will. So I nuzzled her neck, placing kisses and nips up the length until I got to her ear.
“Do you like being spanked, wife?” I whispered, then flicked my tongue along the shell of her ear.
She hung her head and sighed dreamily. “More.”
I chuckled. “Admit that you like it. That you want your husband to spank your ass and then fuck you hard from behind.”
Her head lifted, and she snarled. “Just fuck me already. You don’t have to be such a big dick about it!” She grumbled and then spread her legs as if she was being put out.
“I’ll show you a big dick.” That time I slowly eased inside, dipping my knees and thrusting up so high and hard that she stretched her body until she pushed up onto her toes.
“Goooooddddd.” She moaned, the sound echoing off the shower walls. “I feel you everywhere,” she panted.
“Is that what you want?” I kissed the back of her neck.
“Yeah,” she hummed.
“You want more?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah.”
“That’s my good girl.” I reached around and cupped her sex possessively, feeling myself wedged between her thighs.
I found what I needed, pressed the heel of my hand to her pleasure center, and plowed her from behind. Her body convulsed, rocking with me, her movements just as out of control as my own.
The shower had gone cold by the time we both cried out to the Heavens in carnal delight. But still, a promise was a promise. So after I fucked her silly in the shower, I dried her off, put her in bed, and gave her an hour’s rest. Which was when I woke her up, my mouth buried between her thighs, my body hovering over her form.
She rocked her hips up as I plunged my tongue through her folds and straight to the heart of her. My cock was just inches above her lips, and without even telling her what to do, my wife latched on with that sinful mouth and rocked my world.
Tomorrow we might go back to hating one another, but after our wedding night, there were two things I knew to be true. We were a perfect match in the bedroom, and I was this woman’s husband. With both of these truths rolling around in my mind, I wrapped my arms around my passed-out, well-sated woman, and whispered right into her ear.
“I have no intention of ever letting you go.”
Episode 24
One Day at a Time
SAVANNAH
Back at the hotel, right after the wedding, I watched Dakota walk with her head held high, boots clacking on the marble floor, hand in hand with her husband. Sutton Goodall. My sister was now married to the enemy. I took a full deep breath in and let it out as the two entered the elevator.
A pair of hands rounded my shoulders from behind. I felt his warmth at my back and closed my eyes, sinking into the feeling.
“Are you okay?” Erik asked, his breath featherlight against the shell of my ear.
I nodded, not sure I could genuinely share all the feelings spinning like a tumultuous wind tunnel through my mind and body.
“Hungry?” He squeezed my shoulders and then spun me slowly around to face him.
“I could eat.” Even the thought of food was like lead in my stomach. Still, I needed to do something, anything, in order to escape the insane feelings threatening to claw their way out of my throat on a violent, ear-splitting scream .
“After all that we experienced, I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.” He gripped my chin with his thumb and finger. “Good?” It came out sounding like “goo” in his Norwegian accent.
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
Erik smiled, and his entire face seemed to take on that golden hue that had ensnared me at the auction. “What is so funny?” He tilted his head, some of his beautiful locks falling along the side of his shoulder and chest.
I shook my head as blood raced to my cheeks with embarrassment. “Nothing… It’s just, when you said g-o-o-d, it sounded like you said goo.” I scrunched up my nose trying not to laugh again.
“And this is funny how?” he queried, his brow furrowing.