I laugh, mostly because her body language is so much the opposite of what’s coming out of her mouth. She’s wrapping her legs around me, and I can feel her hot cunt right through her clothes. “Don’t know, don’t care,” I tell her, and kiss her hard before she can ask any more questions.
With her on the desk and me between her thighs, I can pretty much do what I want to her. So I flip her skirt up and, surprise surprise, she’s not wearing any underwear.
“Naughty girl.”
Pulling in a growl, I shove my hand into all that heat, knuckles sliding just inside her. She’s so wet I could probably fist her if I wanted to.
I don’t want to. Not this time. I shove three fingers inside her, wondering exactly how long I can hold out before I come in my pants. That wouldn’t be ideal, although I’m sure I wouldn’t be the first guy to suffer from premature ejaculation on his wedding night. Afternoon. Whatever.
“You know…” Jess is trying to talk to me, but her voice is shivery and muffled while I play with her pussy. “…We don’t have to do this now. We’ve got plenty of time—”
I break her off with another hard kiss. “I want you now. We need to seal the deal so there’s no chance of an annulment.” I pause and grin at her. “But mostly I just want to fuck you.”
That seems to placate her. Not that she needs much placating. She’s never said no to me—I doubt she ever will. She’s a hot little minx who obviously loves my cock. And that’s more than okay with me.
My fingers curl inside her and she makes a sharp, helpless sound and grasps at my shoulders. God, I want in there so bad. But instead I go to my knees between her legs, because right now tasting her seems to be about as good an idea as fucking her. Maybe better.
I push my tongue inside her, taking in all that sour-bitter-salty wetness, licking it over the glass-smooth flesh of her inner lips. Some dumb book I read one time said women taste like honey, but they don’t. They taste like sex and woman, and that’s better than honey any day, in my book.
She’s squirming before I’ve hardly gotten started, and she pulls my hair as if she wants me out from between her thighs. Which is, of course, a silly idea. “Cain…”
“Yes, hon?” I say archly, pulling back just a little. I rub at her with my nose, and I think I manage to hit her clit.
“I want you inside me.”
“Yeah, I want inside you, too.”
“Then why aren’t you inside me?”
I swipe my tongue across the full length of her pussy, ending with a swirl around her clit. “Because I want to torture you first.”
“God, Cain. Why the fuck did I marry you, you sadist?” There’s laughter in her voice, but her fingers tighten in my hair and I think she pulls some of it out. Good thing I’m not balding, or that could be tragic.
“Fuck if I know,” I answer her, and start to nibble on her clit.
Her breath is coming fast and hard and a little bit squeaky. I hope she doesn’t scream; I’d really prefer we not have the cops beating down the door. They might come beat down the door anyway.
Regardless, there’s no way I’m going to stop what I’m doing. Part of me even wants her to scream, so someone will come by to see what’s going on, and find out I’m fucking Phil Spada’s daughter to within an inch of her life.
I roll that little nub under my tongue and watch her writhe and squirm. I know guys who refuse to do this to their women—says it makes a man weak. They’re idiots. There’s nothing like the power trip I get watching Jess completely lose her shit while I eat her out.
She’s coming then, her juices covering my tongue. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, and I feel the contractions of her body under my mouth. While she’s still shaking, I slip a couple of fingers inside, just so I can feel her muscles contracting on me. She makes a strange, helpless noise, and I thrust in and out of her just to see if she’ll do it again. She does.
Looking at my fingers going deep inside her body, I realize if I don’t get inside her in the next five seconds, I’m going to cream my pants. Not an acceptable thing for a grown man. On the other hand, maybe she’d get off on knowing she makes me so goddamn horny I can’t even keep my dick from exploding.
I lean forward while she’s still shaking under me and mutter right into her ear, “I’m coming inside now. You ready?”
“God, yes.”
I let my dick out of my pants and let it tap against the inside of her thigh. The very wet inside of her thigh. She’s creamed all over herself, my hand, her sex, and her thighs. I stroke her with my cock, rubbing the head of it through the wetness. She’s so hot. It’s like there’s a fire burning inside her that’s melting her into this slick, soft cream.