I know Rage took care of me, but he did so behind the scenes, never crossing that line that pissed my own father off.
Ive’s different. He didn’t throw me away. I was the mistake. They could have killed me, but they didn’t. I don’t know why they didn’t.
One of his hands moves from my ass and goes toward my knee. I don’t avert my gaze but I look into his eyes. I don’t want to miss a moment. Slowly, so achingly slow, he travels up my knee, and then moves toward the inside of my thigh. The tips of his fingers are feather light. He’s so close to my pussy. When he cups me, I moan.
“Ifyou can’t take my fingers, you’re not taking my cock.”
The timber of his voice awakens my body, setting it on fire. I sink my teeth into my lip and try to stay focused on what is happening.
He slid my panties to oneside and stroked between the lips of my sex. The first touch across my clit is like sweet Heaven. I don’t want him to stop, but Ive’s got other ideas. He moves down, going toward the opening of my pussy, and circles my entrance.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked.
“No.”
“Good.”
The third finger was a little tighter, but that didn’t take away from the pleasure. I don’t care how tight it is, or the slight edge of pain. All I want is this man.
Ive growled and as I open my eyes, I see him seconds before he takes possession of my lips. The feel of his lips on mine, and his fingers in my pussy is so good, I don’t want it to stop.
He twisted his fingers and his thumb begins to stroke my clit, and that takes everything into another dimension. Breaking the kiss, I let out a cry.
Ive’s lips traveled down my neck and his teethsink into the flesh of my neck. Each touch sent me higher. I could feel my orgasm was close and then Ive pulled away. His hand pulled out of my pussy. It was so sudden that I could only sit there on the pool table.
Iwas about to ask him what was going on but then I grabbed his hand, and we were out of the game room. I’m not sure where we were going, but then I saw the warning sticky note I attached to his door.
We step into his office, and Ive doesn’t waste any time. Within seconds his desk is empty as he swipes his arm across, spilling pens, clips, a stapler, and even a phone, off the top.
I replace those items.
I’m actually relieved, because I feel the pool table would have hurt my back with the edge being somewhat higher than the main table.
Within seconds, Ive’s got me naked, and his mouth has replaced his fingers at my core. I was so close to orgasm before, but now as his tongue continues to work its magic, I know I’m only seconds away from coming. I’m so close.
His hands spread the lips of my sex open while his tongue dances across my clit, then down toward my cunt. He fucks me with his tongue, once, twice, and after the third, he pushed his fingers back inside me. In and out. I’m so slick. I can feel my own juice leaking out of my pussy, traveling toward my anus. I’m so close. Ive sends me over the edge, and I scream his name as I come, hard. It’s such an unexpected release. How can anyone hate an orgasm? It’s the best feeling in the world.
Ive’s not done with me, though, and I don’t want him to be done. He stands up, and I look up at him as his hands roam over my body. I’m all his. I belong to this man.
“Whenever you feel this is too much, youhave to tell me to stop,” he said.
“I don’t want to stop.”
“You’re not to be afraid of me.”
“I won’t be.”
“You know what I’m capable of.”
Yes, I did.
“And yet you’re not afraid?” he asked.
“No.” I’m not. How odd is that?”I’m not afraid.” I don’t know if I’d ever be afraid of Ive.
Maybe if he turned that temper onto me, but for now, never.
He pressed his cock against my core. I felt the hard ridge and then he wrapped his fingers around my neck. There was absolutely no pressure, but the threat was there. I look into his eyes, and I don’t know how I know, but I just know he’s not going to hurt me.”You won’t hurt me,” I said.
“And why won’t I hurt you?”
“Because I’m your wife and I swore my loyalty to you and to your boss.” I leaned up and pressed mylips to his. “I’m all yours.”
“Where the fuck did you come from?” he asked, seconds beforehis lips slammed down on mine.
I wrapped my arms around him. I don’t have a clue where I came from, to be honest. Cassie and Rage never talked about my mother. Neither did my father. All I know is that all my life, my father hated me. But I push those memories aside. They have no room here. They will never be welcome while I’m with Ive.
He reached down between us and I feel him move to my entrance. At first, it’s just the tip, and then slowly he moves inside me, inch by inch. I’m not sure I can handle the torture of how slowly he moved, but I grit my teeth, wait, and then moan as he starts to thrust in and out. Slow at first, then he speeds up until he’s driving inside me.
His hands roam my body, touching me everywhere. I love the feel of his hands on my body. I know he could hurt me at any moment, but he doesn’t. His touch is gentle. Sweet. Kind. Tender. I’m not used to it, and each part of my body feels so sensitive. I love the feel of his cock, the touch of his hands, his lips, the hardness and yet, so soft. I’m so close and then he suddenly pulled up, grabbed my hips, and started to pound inside me, driving deeper than before. I thrust up to meet every single thrust, not wanting it to stop.
“You’re all mine, Charlotte, all mine, and don’t you fucking forget it.”
As I come, I feel the hard kick ofhis cock as he fills me. I’m not an idiot. We’ve not used any condoms so I know there’s a risk of me getting pregnant. The thought of being a mother terrified me, but I love feeling my husband’s naked cock within me.
I know Ive was forced to come to our honeymoon, but I’m going to cherish every single moment we’re here together.