Not-So Temporarily Married(41)

I always wanted her, my body primed and ready. But, at that moment, I was half a breath away from backing her up to the wall and fucking her like an animal. Special, stronzo. I took a deep breath, hoping to calm the lust hurdling through my body. I didn’t care if taking her was beneficial to our plan. I was still determined to wait until it was the right time. I ignored my dick, who was putting up an argument that it was already the right time.

I sighed and walked over to the couch, sitting and resting the ankle of one leg over the opposite knee. “Something on your mind, kitten?” I asked casually. I hid a smile when my tone got her even more riled up. She was fucking magnificent when she was like that.

“Why didn’t you correct Nic when he assumed we were getting married?” she cried.

Just like that, my demeanor shifted from aroused and amused to deadly calm. “There was nothing to correct, Carly. We are getting married,” I explained, my tone brooking no argument.

Carly gasped. “You don’t get to just decide we are getting married! What if I don’t want to?”

I stood and prowled in her direction, vibrating with anger at her insinuation that she might not marry me. This was not something up for debate.

She stepped back, her eyes turning wary as I approached. I crowded her into the wall and caged her between my forearms, resting against the wall on either side of her head. Lowering my head so my face was centimeters from hers, I growled, “Listen to me, kitten. Because I don’t want to have to repeat myself. You are mine, I know it and so do you. But I need to make sure the rest of the fucking world knows it, too. So, you’ll be wearing my ring, sharing my last name, and carrying our baby in your belly, as soon as fucking possible. Is that clear?”

Her eyes had widened and her jaw had dropped lower with every sentence. I took advantage of her speechlessness and open mouth, covering it with my own and plunging my tongue inside. I immediately groaned at her sweet taste, it spurred my hunger to eat her delicious pussy.

She moaned and her tongue tangled with mine, her arms going around my neck, holding my lips down to hers. Slanting my head, I deepened the kiss, taking complete control and dominating her mouth. My arms found their way to her ass and I palmed the round cheeks, grasping them and lifting her so her legs flew around my waist. Shoving her back into the wall, I ground my erection into her sex, her moan fueling my passion.

The thought of special was a distant memory, except for one tiny sliver that beat through the haze, keeping me from taking her right then and there. Keeping a firm hold on her, I maneuvered through the apartment until we reached my bedroom. Stopping by the side of the bed, I disengaged her legs and slid her down my body, letting her feel every inch of what she did to me.

The zipper of my jeans was digging into my dick, probably leaving teeth marks. My hands traveled up from her hips, under the hem of her T-shirt to cup her tits. They filled my palms perfectly, and I could feel her hard nipples through the silky fabric of her bra. Breaking apart, I gripped the hem of her shirt and drew it up over her head and tossed it away. Popping the clasp on her bra, it joined her shirt on the ground. One of my hands clasped her around the back of the neck, holding her in place. I put my other hand under her tit, palm flat on her ribcage, the globe resting between my thumb and forefinger. Pushing my hand up, I lifted one pink nipple up to my mouth and latched onto it.

She moaned and arched her back, my hand on her neck pulling her back even farther, so I could widen my mouth over the breast and suck as much in as possible as my tongue swirled around the hardened peak. When she was in the position I wanted, I let go of her neck and ran my hand down until it reached her other mound and twisted and plucked her nipple as my mouth tortured the other. She cried out and her hips bucked into mine, forcing me to let go of her nipple with a pop.

I moved my hips back in order to clear my head a little, not wanting it to be over before I’d barely started. She mewled in protest, but it melted into a sigh when I took the opposite nipple into my mouth. I could smell her arousal, and it was driving me in-fucking-sane.

Returning to her mouth, I kissed her as my hands deftly unfastened her black cargo pants, slipping them over her hips and letting them fall to the ground. Ripping my lips from hers, I stared into her eyes as we both panted, gulping for air. Shifting her body, I silently encouraged her to step out of her pants, and then I kicked them away.

Grabbing the back collar of my shirt, I tore it over my head and it joined the growing pile. My hands went back to her tits and played with her nipples as I instructed her, “Take me out, kitten.” She licked her lips and my cock, already on the verge of exploding, leaked semen. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Carly.”