“Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you.” I nod to the seat next to her. “Put your foot on that.”
When she does what I ask, I step forward, my cock pointing right at her opening. I grab it around the base and hold it steady as I brush through her soft lips and to her opening. She rocks her hips forward, greedy for the orgasm that was so close just a moment ago. I let the tip of my dick rest there, just the head inside of her. My other hand slides around her hip and back to her ass.
“Don’t take too much,” I warn as I press my finger back into her ass and let her sit on the head of my dick.
“Oh god.” Her hands go to my chest as she braces herself.
I rock back and forth in little shallow thrusts, only giving her an inch or two at a time. She’s gripping the tip like she’s trying to take more, but I don’t let her. “Stop it or you’ll hurt your little cunt. You can’t take it all at once.”
“It feels so good.”
“I know it does, petal. It feels so good for me too.” I push the finger in her ass a little more, and she clenches. I smile down at her as she moans, and I do it again. “Look at you wanting me everywhere.”
“I’m so close.”
“This time I’m going to put my cum in you.” I stare down at where we’re joined. “Remember what I told you last night?” She nods and licks her lips.
“You said you were going to breed me.”
“That’s right. You’re my wife now so I can do what I want.”
Leaning down, I suck on one of her nipples and feel her body tense. Her nails dig into my chest as she pushes her hips forward and down onto my cock. She arches her back and cries out as her climax rolls over her body.
Just as she starts to clench around me, I let go of the base of my cock and cum into her. It’s so much harder than before, and I grunt as I pump every last drop into her. She cries out again as the heat fills her, and I wrap my arms around her to keep her up. Once she’s finished she goes limp against me, and I pull us both into the spray of the shower once more.
“Feel better?” I ask as I kiss the top of her head.
“Yes.”
My lips move down her cheek and across her jaw and then finally to her lips. God, I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life as I want Phoebe. I can’t kiss her enough, touch her enough, and it’s driving me to the point of insanity.
This is technically our honeymoon, so I plan on keeping her naked for the foreseeable future. At least until I can fuck her fully. I didn’t need her to be a virgin, but knowing that I’m her first and her last makes my inner caveman roar with pride.
“Are you hungry?” I ask as I turn off the water, and she nods.
Once we’re out of the shower and I’ve dried her off, I pick her up and carry her back to bed. She looks at me funny when I pick up the phone beside my bed and call to the kitchen for food.
“Is this a hotel?” She looks around the room in confusion.
“No. I told my staff that we wanted our privacy.” I sit down on the bed next to her and help her lie back on the pillows. “You’re going to stay just like this.” Her eyes widen as I reach down and push her knees apart. “I want to look at you while I eat. Then I’m going to eat you again.”
“I have to stay in bed?”
“You’ll stay where I put you, so I make sure you don’t try and run from me.” I lock eyes with her, and she bites her bottom lip. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t make a little play with your friend.”
“How did you know that?” Her brows furrow.
“There isn’t anything about you I don’t know, petal.” I graze my knuckle over her pussy, and she gasps. “You’ll never get away, so you might as well get used to the idea.”
There’s a loud pounding on my bedroom door, and I turn to scowl at the noise. I know the staff wouldn’t knock like that, so it’s probably my idiot brother.
“Fuck,” I curse as I stand up from the bed and throw the blanket over her naked body. “Stay there.”
Going over to the dresser, I grab some pajama pants and then stalk to the bedroom door. If it’s Curt, I’m going to choke him, then kick his dead body out of my house, because I want to fuck my wife. He better be glad I just came because otherwise I’d probably choke him out the second I see him.
Barely cracking open the door, I see him standing there in his suit. I slide through, careful to keep it as close behind me as possible.
“What the fuck do you want?” I hiss.
“We’ve got a problem.”
Chapter Seven
Phoebe
Boone comes back into the room a few moments later. His face has returned to being cold and unreadable. I shift on the bed, gripping the sheet tighter. Are his walls coming back up? His face was that way when I stepped out of the car yesterday, but I thought we’d made progress.
Gosh, it doesn’t feel like that was just yesterday with all that’s happened. For one thing, he had his finger in my ass. Why is that my first thought? What has happened to me in the last twelve hours?
I pull the sheet over my body to shield myself. I’d imagined more normal-ish sex with quiet missionary lovemaking. Instead it’s been nothing like that. In fact, we’ve yet to have sex at all.
“I have to handle something.” He yanks at the sheet, revealing my body to him. His eyes roam over me, and his expression only gets angrier. “You can move about the house, but you are not allowed to leave. There’s security everywhere.”
“Security? Why do you need security?”
“When you have something rare and precious, my sweet petal, you protect it. Others will try and take it from you.” He really thinks someone would try and take me?
He leans down and presses his mouth against mine, and I melt into him. How can I not? I think that might be the sweetest thing a person has ever said to me. When I try to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into the bed with me, he pulls back.
He doesn’t look as angry now as a smile tugs at his lips. Then when it suddenly drops, I wonder what’s happened.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask. I shouldn’t care if he’s mad. The whole plan was to make him not like me. A plan he somehow knew. Also, the other plan for my possible escape, which reminds me that I need to get a hold of Marley. I’ve got to tell her where I am. She was supposed to follow me last night, but I’m not sure if she pulled it off.
“You've done nothing wrong. I’m pissed at the people who are making me leave my new wife naked in our bed.” Unexpected relief fills me. “I’ll be back soon.” He presses another kiss to my mouth, and this one is hard. When he finally pulls away, I see regret in his eyes before he gets up and goes into the closet.
After he’s dressed, he comes back out in a suit, giving me one last look before he’s out the door. I sit there for a long moment, a bit lost on what to do with myself. When I get out of bed, I realize all I have to wear is my wedding dress. I’d packed some bags, but I’m not sure where they are.
I venture into the closet, a bit surprised when I see everything I bought already there. They are all unpacked and hanging in the closet next to Boone’s things, but there are a bunch of clothes with tags still on them too. I peek at a few of them and of course they are all my size. I grew up with the finer things in life, but some of the tags on these make me cringe at the cost.