“Just saying, I gave myself two orgasms Monday night alone.” She waggles her brows. “That piercing was great rub hub material.”

  Rub hub? Where the hell does she come up with this shit?

  “Two, huh?” Still chuckling, I set her to her feet. “Then I’ll be sure to deliver three.”

  Her teeth clamp down on her lower lip as she stares after me with hunger blazing in her eyes. “Unzip me?”

  “With pleasure.” I pull her front flush to my chest and reach around to lower the zipper at the small of her back. When I lean in for a kiss, she starts walking away with measured backward steps.

  “I bought something special to wear for you tonight.” She lets the thin straps slip just past her shoulders, just enough to tease.

  Heat surges to my dick. “Did you?”

  She nods, roving her eyes over me like I’m a piece of meat. “Feel free to lose the suit while I’m away.”

  With that she spins on her heels and rushes off to the en suite, leaving me gaping after her.

  It doesn’t take long for me to snap out of it and strip down to my birthday suit. This is normally the point where I’d give my cock a few strokes, making sure he’s presentable for the upcoming performance. But he’s doing quite the job himself. Just the thought of slipping between her thighs has a bead of moisture seeping from the tip.

  I wish I’d thought to find some silk boxers or a Hugh Heffner robe or some shit for the occasion. I don’t even know if grooms do that. But I feel a little ill prepared knowing she’s getting all sexified on the other side of that door and I’m just…naked. And while that in itself is very impressive, it doesn’t require much thought.

  I’m feeling a little disappointed in myself until I remember the gift the guys gave me at my bachelor party that I tossed into my suitcase.

  Must’ve been kismet at work again because it couldn’t be more perfect.

  Snickering the whole time, I retrieve my “outfit” and put it on, eager for her reaction. While I’m at it, I apply the adhesive plastic patch to my tattoo to keep it protected.

  Then, I wait.

  Ten excruciating minutes go by before the click of the doorknob finally signals her impending arrival.

  The door swings open, narrowly missing my face, and out walks the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen—Li’l Bit, scantily clad in white lace and ribbon. Her tits are spilling out of a sheer bra. Her rosy nipples are hard as stone, pushing through two little peepholes. Ay caramba.

  I forget how to breathe. Forget my own name. Forget that I’m standing here with a blow-up ball and chain dangling from my dick until she disrupts my ogling with her obnoxious laughter.

  “Jesus Christ, Lyle!” she spits out between guffaws. “Way to ruin a girl’s entrance.”

  “Judging by the fact that your hostage here has swollen up to the point that the cuff has cut off his blood supply, I’d say you nailed that entrance, love.”

  “Are you serious?” She bends to examine the situation. “You aren’t kidding. This is really tight.” She sounds rattled. “Should I look for some scissors?” Sammi moves to the dresser and starts opening drawers, one after another. “A knife maybe?”

  “Woman, you aren’t getting anywhere near my dick with a knife.”

  I reach for the valve on the underside of the cuff and let the air out.

  “Oh.” She shrugs, attempting and failing to slink over sexily. It could be the snort that kills it for her. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

  “Gotta say, that your mind instantly went to sharp objects kinda scares me, Li’l Bit.”

  “Fuck around and find out.” She takes the deflated cock-stume from me, spinning it around on one finger before flinging it across the room. “Cute.”

  “That’s what I was going for.”

  “Yeah?” she says, palming my erection. “Well, I was going for seductive.”

  “Looks like we both delivered.” I fight the urge to throw my head back and moan as she continues stroking me. “Consider me seduced.”

  I trail the back of a hand over her right breast. “You have beautiful nipples.”

  “Thanks?” She arches a brow. “I think.”

  “Are they always so…hard?”

  “Umm.” She squirms as I roll the pad of my thumb over the firm bud. “It’s the pregnancy.” A sharp hiss blows threw her lips. “They’re very ummm…oh—”

  She loses her train of thought when I lean forward and give it a hard suck then bite down gently.

  “They’re very?” I ask, nibbling and flitting my tongue over the tip.

  “Sensitive,” she squeaks.

  “I wonder…”

  “Yeah?”

  “If I could get my first score without going below the belt.”

  “You probably could, but I’d rather you not.”

  Her tit slips from my mouth. “Rather me not?”

  “I want your face between my legs, Lyle.” Fuck. Her shameless command fuels the desire burning through my veins.

  “Tell me how bad you want it.” I brush both thumbs over the pebbled points, causing my bride to wriggle and writhe.

  “More than Reese’s Pieces.” She reaches for my throbbing cock, but I step back and drop to my knees.

  “You like those a lot,” I muse.

  “More than sunsets, and rainbows, and… Oh, yesssss.”

  I trail the tip of my nose along her inner thigh. Her scent driving me wild. “Those things are pretty magical.”

  “Mmmhmm,” she sighs, digging her fingers into my hair and forcibly attempting to guide my head to her hungry pussy. “But they can’t compete with the stars.”

  “You wanna see stars, love?” I nip and kiss along her bikini line, trailing my tongue up the curve of her hip.

  “God, yes.” Her panting breaths and my pulse engage in a feverish battle toward the finish line as I begin to slowly advance, backing her toward the bed.

  “You’re so sexy,” I say, gripping her waist and stroking my thumbs over her tiny baby bump. The slight swell of her abdomen is driving me insane. “You always were,” I add, pressing kisses over her stomach. “But fuck if these curves don’t make it damn near impossible to control myself.”

  “Who says you have to?”

  “This is a marathon, Li’l Bit, not a sprint.”

  “Oh…” she says, shocked as her legs make contact with the mattress.

  “Sit.”

  She does without pause.

  I wrench her legs apart, kissing my way from her inner knee to the lace thong shielding her cunt. “You smell so fucking good, baby,” I say, hovering a breath away from her clit. “Jesus, I can practically taste it.”

  “Lyle,” she moans, pushing her hips forward, desperate for me to put my mouth on her.

  “Lay back,” I say, placing open mouth kisses along her torso as I crawl in over her. “Good girl.”

  She preens beneath my praise, sliding back to the middle of the mattress without much prodding.

  “Such a good fucking girl.” I cup each of her tits in opposite hands, pinching her nipples where they’re jutting through the openings in her lingerie.

  She bucks against me when I lower my mouth to her right breast, lapping my tongue over the swollen bud while tweaking with my fingers.

  Sammi fists a hand into my hair, pulling as she thrashes beneath me. When her mumbled praise becomes a series of incoherent gibberish, I know she’s nearly there.

  Propelled by her eagerness, I attack with renewed vigor, alternating between nipping and sucking each of her swollen breasts in turn. I have to remind myself not to lose control, so I won’t hurt her. The harder I bite down, the more ravenous she becomes.

  “Mmm,” I groan, tugging her nipple between my teeth. “So, my sweet girl likes it rough…”

  My assessment sends her hurtling over the edge. Eyes pulled tight, she arches from the bed moaning through her climax as she damn near rips my hair out from the roots.

  “Fuck, yeah, Jailbait. Give it to me.”

  I keep after it while she bucks beneath me, not slowing until her grip on my hair goes lax and she sags into the mattress, limp and panting.

  I peel my eyes open as the final waves of my climax ripple through me and see Lyle sitting back on his haunches with the most self-satisfied look on his handsome face. The cocky grin he’s got fixed on me says he doesn’t plan to let me live this down anytime soon. If ever.

  He has every right to be pleased with himself—I certainly am—because he sure as hell just got me off on nipple play alone.

  I can’t help but smile when he quirks a lone brow, soliciting some much-deserved praise.

  “That was impressive.” I scrape my lower lip through my teeth while devouring him with an appreciative gaze. “I’m thoroughly satisfied.”

  “Oh, baby, you don’t know the meaning of satisfaction yet…that was merely an appetizer.” His grin widens, and I damn near leap off the bed when he runs a finger through my slick folds. He brings the hand right in front of his face, swirling the moisture around between his thumb and forefinger before sucking them clean.

  His throaty moan fills the quiet room. “Delicious.”

  Heat spreads throughout my body as I watch him savor the evidence of my release like it’s some rare delicacy. Like it’s his lifeblood.

  “I could eat you for every meal.” His eyes flutter to half-mast, the tip of his tongue slowly sweeping over his lips. I can hear his heart pounding, the steady beat resounding in my chest as he lowers his body to hover just above mine.

  “Lyle,” I whimper, burning with the need for him to make good on that promise.

  There is nothing hotter than the way this man loses himself so completely for me. He has no inhibitions. No filter. Just says and does whatever comes to mind, no holds barred. That type of honesty is refreshing, and I trust him implicitly. Enough to let down my walls and truly experience every second we’re together to its fullest.

  Bracing his weight on one arm, he buries the fingers of the hand on the other into my hair as his lips begin their decent toward mine. Without pretense, his tongue plunges into my mouth, seeking and taking. There’s no masking his hunger. He kisses me hard and deep. Claiming me. Marking me. Ruining me.

  I’ve never been kissed like this before. Didn’t know such euphoria existed. And maybe prior to this moment it didn’t. This feeling. This fire…maybe it belongs to us alone.

  “This mouth,” he groans, biting and tugging on my lower lip, sending my pulse soaring. “Is mine.”

  “It’s yours.” Panting, I comb my hands through his hair as he scrapes his teeth along my jaw.

  “Look at you…” His warm tongue skims along the column of my throat. “You’re shaking you want it so bad.”

  I’m overwhelmed with emotion, nothing but sensation.

  I can hardly breathe.

  Forget speech. It’s all I can do to moan my agreement.

  “So responsive,” he rasps, searing a path along my chest. “These…” He sucks one of my breasts into his mouth. “Mine.”

  “Y—yours,” I agree. Every cell of my body is buzzing with the electric energy teeming between us.

  “And this…”

  I look down when he doesn’t finish, watching as he brings both hands to my stomach, resting them there reverently.

  “It’s yours,” I offer, unable to hold back my tears. “That’s yours, too.”

  Lyle brings his forehead to my abdomen for a beat before pressing a chaste kiss just above my bellybutton. “You’re mine, little one.”

  Any fear I might’ve still possessed over whether he truly wanted this child evaporates with the sentiment he just poured into that declaration.

  “Fuck,” he groans, moving back to my mouth for an emotion-filled kiss. He swipes his tongue through once, then breathes against my lips, “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too,” I mutter around the second swipe. “So much.”

  With the pads of his thumbs, he brushes away my tears. “Why are you crying, Li’l Bit?”

  I shrug, trying to summon the energy to put what I’m feeling into words. “I just…” I shake my head, emotion obstructing my throat. “Thank you,” I finally manage to get out. “Just thank you.”

  “Don’t thank me yet.” He winks then presses a brief kiss to the tip of my nose before resuming his descent. His pillowy lips skim my throat then each of my breasts in turn. He makes no attempt to remove my bra, leaving my tits trussed up, spilling over the top of the half cups and gaping through the nipple holes.

  “Lyle,” I gasp, his fascination with my tits reminding me of the toy I brought to compliment my sexy ensemble.

  “Mmm?” He moves on, nibbling along the curve of my hip.

  “I got some nipple clamps.”

  That captures his attention. His head pops up, eyes wide. “Say what?”

  “I dropped them when I walked out of the bathroom and saw your surprise.” I wave a hand in the general direction of the en suite. “I thought we might try them out…”

  He mutters some discombobulated nonsense before launching off the bed to retrieve the toy.

  I’m dying laughing when he strolls back with the clamps positioned in front of his own chest.

  “Good thinking,” I say, knowing this is not at all what he’s thinking. “Try them on yourself first.”

  “The fuck?” His head jolts back. “No way.”

  I give him an exaggerated pout. “But what if they hurt?”

  His expression says, duh. There is no other way to describe how he’s looking at me and what he thinks of my genius idea. “That’s exactly why I have no desire to wear the damn things. I’m no sadist.”

  “Yeah, okay…you pierced and tattooed your dick.”

  He cocks his head, rubbing a hand over his chin. “Guess you have a point there.”

  I make grabby hands toward him for the string of pearls. “Can I do the honors?”

  “How’d this game take such a drastic turn?” he wonders aloud, passing me the clamps.

  I grin. “I like this new version way better.”

  “You wou—Ouch, son of a bitch!” His hand lifts to cover the clamp that’s now dangling from his nipple. He rubs at the sting, but he doesn’t pull it off.

  “How is it?” I ask, as if his yelp wasn’t telling enough. I have no interest in clamping the other one after his reaction. Nor do I have any desire to try them on myself.

  He busts out laughing at what is no doubt a horrified look on my face. “I was fuckin’ with ya. It’s not that bad. A little uncomfortable at first. Nothing worse than what I was just doing to you with my teeth.”

  My cheeks flush at the memory. I don’t know what’s come over me; I’ve never been into mixing pleasure and pain. But fuck…that was hot. I feel myself getting wetter just thinking about it.

  “Okay,” I say poking out my tits and shimmying side to side, determined to put the blind trust I have in this man to the test. “Lemme have it.”

  “You’re sure?” he asks, as he removes it from his chest.

  “Yep.” I nod, and close my eyes, only to be pleasantly surprised when instead of a pinch I feel wet warmth followed by intense suction. He lays me back down, slipping a finger through the easy access slit in my thong into my pussy while laving at my nipple. Next thing I know, he’s working on the other breast.

  I look down to find the clamp already attached to the one he just left.

  Lyle leaves me no time to panic over the application of the second clamp, cleverly distracting me by rocking two fingers in and out of my throbbing pussy. The pressure is so intense everywhere that when he brushes his thumb over my clit, I release a sharp squeak.

  “All done,” he says, staring down with pride at his handiwork. “How’s it feel?”

  I’m twisting around like a worm on a hook, that’s how it feels. “Like I—I need you,” I moan, grappling for his retreating shoulders, desperate for him to bury his thick cock inside of me.

  “How’s this?” he asks, ignoring my plight as he gives the tether joining the clamps a slight tug.

  “Oh, God,” I moan, thrusting my hips into the air.

  Apparently, I am a sadist, because holy hell, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Or hell. There probably are not torture devices designed for crazy girls’ pleasure up there.

  “Tell me if it’s too much.”

  It’s the last thing I hear before his face is buried between my legs, his tongue working together with his fingers, lapping up every drop of my desire while I come un-fucking-glued.

  I vaguely hear the wanton sounds that can only be coming from me. Screams and wails, and begging. So much begging. I’m an incoherent bundle of nerves, lacking any control over my actions.

  “So damn hot.” Lyle yanks the chain while sucking my clit into his mouth and thrusting his skilled fingers inside of me. “Can’t wait to feel you come apart on my cock.”

  “Lyle, I—” My head whips side to side, my vision completely out of focus.

  “That’s it, Jailbait. Fuck my fingers.”

  “Fuck me,” I cry, wanting nothing more than for him to ram his dick inside of me and bring this thing home.

  “Not tonight,” he coos. “Tonight, I’m going to make love to my wife.” Those tender words and a delicate rub of his thumb over my clit are what send me spiraling into the abyss.

  With his fingers still deep inside me, he climbs up to rest beside me, tangling his tongue with mine while I dig my nails into his back. Just as the last pulses of my orgasm hit, he withdraws and releases the clamps, gently rolling my nipples between his fingers, inciting another blinding explosion.

  He holds me silently in his arms while my body relaxes, his fingers softly gliding up and down my forearm.

  “Lyle,” I say, swirling a finger through the light dusting of hair beneath his navel while staring out at the dark night.

  “Yeah?”

  “Have you ever had sex without a condom?” I swear his dick raises the sheet another half inch.

  His throat clears, and he pushes the hair back from my forehead, resting his lips against it. “No…”

  “Do you want to?” I rub a hand over my little bump. “It’s not like I can get pregnant.”

  “You think that’d stop me?” His chuckle is warm and throaty. “I want a whole football team of babies with you.”

 

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