“Whoo, boy.” I curled my fingers around the curved edge of the table, waiting to see how he’d respond .
“There’s so much I want to do to you. To this perfect body…” he growled, his gaze racing all over me from my tits, down my stomach, and lower.
He wiped his hand over his face as though deciding where to touch first. Then he abruptly reached past me and shoved everything off the table. The dishes and silverware clanged and crashed to the floor, making a huge mess, but it didn’t matter because Sutton had his hands at my waist. He lifted me up and set my bare bottom on the table. My legs were cocked high and wide against his ribcage.
“You want this? You want me to fuck you right here on this table?” he asked while his hands roamed up and down my bare thighs teasingly.
I grinned, and let my body slowly fall back against the surface and watched as he undid his pants and released his massive erection.
“Hell, yeah.” I palmed my own breasts, the need within filling me with a lust I couldn’t tame.
“But you hate me.” He gulped, his hands tracing down my inner thighs, opening me wide, until his thumbs met my wet center where he rubbed a teasing circle with one thumb and dipped the other inside of me.
I arched against the pleasure. “So hate-fuck me. I don’t care. Just make me come.” I was lightheaded with lust and longing.
He continued to play between my thighs ramping up my excitement as his body wedged closer, his mouth coming to my breast to swirl a fiery circle around the tip.
I moaned, craving so much more. I felt like a live wire ready to snap at the electrical current running through my body.
He let go of my nipple with a nip and a plop and kissed his way up my chest. He hovered over me, his mouth barely touching mine. “Open your eyes, wife.” It was a demand, not a request .
I opened my eyes, my body spun tight as a drum as he removed his hands and replaced them with something much larger between my legs.
He stared into my eyes as he curled a hand around my shoulder and neck, shifted his hips, and thrust home.
Our voices mingled in shared ecstasy as we cried out.
I knew then and there, the moment we became one physically…I was no longer just Dakota McAllister.
I was Dakota McAllister-Goodall.
This man’s wife.
Episode 23B
This Woman’s Husband （Bonus Scene）
SUTTON
“Jesus, you’re tight.” I ground my pelvis against Dakota’s lush body, my quads banging into the table as I thrust deep.
Her upper body arched like one of those yoga chicks as she was sprawled on the table before me. I put my mouth to her perky breasts and sucked a rosy-tipped peak into my mouth. She tasted of sunshine and salt, almost like taking a shot of tequila at the hottest part of the day. Refreshing and biting against the senses at the same time.
I was overwhelmed with the feast before me. Here I was, balls deep in the woman who’d filled my spank bank as a teenager and my every waking fantasy as an adult. My life couldn’t get any better than this.
Dakota McAllister was my wife.
I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact, so instead, I wrapped my hand around her curved hip and tightened my fingers, digging in to keep hold of her bucking frame as I thrust in and out of her.
“God, why do you have to be so fucking good at this!” she griped.
I grinned around her tasty breast, loving every second of her sass as I slid my mouth up and along her neck. Just when I was about to bite down and give her a mark she wouldn’t soon forget and would be sure to complain about later, I felt her sex clamp down and her mouth fall open in a long moan.
I dipped my tongue into her panting mouth and let our tongues swing dance. The taste of bourbon was thick and heated between us as we rivaled one another for control over the kiss. Teeth vying for purchase, plucking at tender lips, then soothing with slick swipes of our tongues. Even in a simple kiss things turned wild. The sexual tension between us was sticky-sweet and coated with pleasure.
My world would never be boring, not with this woman warming my bed.
Damn. If I hadn’t loved the idea of Dakota McAllister as my wife before, I sure as hell was committed to it now.
Dakota mewled as I shifted back, stood tall, and gripped her hips with both hands, dragging her to the edge of the table where I could have more leverage. I doubled my efforts to ride her until we both found our release. I grunted like an untamed animal as I watched my flesh pierce her over and over, something primal and visceral about the sight of my cock plunging into her pink flesh. Her hands locked around my wrists while she wrapped two long, toned limbs around my waist.