Moving down, he teased her entrance, finding her getting wetter. Sliding inside her, he felt her tense, and still, she was aroused.
“If you’re not ready, I’m going to give you this one chance to tell me to back away. You don’t take it, I’m not going to stop.”
“You’re my husband.”
“I’m not going to rape you, Abriana. This decision is yours. You don’t want me to fuck you and show you how good it can be, I won’t. But I won’t take this choice from you. Make it now.”
She nibbled her lip, and he waited.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
He wasn’t entirely sure if that was the truth or not. Rather than argue with her, he began to rock his finger back and forth inside her. Pressing his thumb to her clit, he stroked her at the same time, feeling her cunt tighten all around him.
Abriana responded to him so sweetly.
Her moans and gasps were genuine. After spending a day with a bunch of fakers, he found her responses to be a real pleasure.
Pulling his hand from her pussy, he held it up so she could see her own arousal.
“You see this? This is how wet you are. Your body is showing me how much it wants me to be there, and I really want to be there.”
Letting go of her body, he picked her up in his arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her upstairs to his bedroom. “Any time you want to go partying again, you’ll come to the clubhouse. Do you like dancing?”
“I don’t know.”
Save him from sheltered women. There was a lot Abriana didn’t know.
“Did you enjoy it tonight?”
“Yes. Raven had to teach me though. I’d never danced before tonight.”
“You’ve never been to a bar before or a club?”
“No.”
“You really are protected.”
“Nice girls don’t go to places like that. At least that was what I was told.”
Again, save him from assholes like Vigo and Garofalo.
Kicking open his bedroom door, with the bed that was much larger than the one in her room, he lowered her down. Flicking the catch of her bra, he stripped her of her clothes.
“Lie back,” he said.
She lowered herself back. She looked nervous, but he liked that she did as he wanted.
“Spread your legs.”
At this, she hesitated.
“I want to see your sweet pussy, Abriana. Open your legs. You belong to me. This isn’t wrong for me to see, and you want to please your husband, don’t you?” He was using her very nice upbringing against her, but in the end, he intended for her to be completely hungover on the pleasure she was about to give her.
She opened her thighs.
Removing his leather jacket, he hung it on the doorknob. With the rest of his clothes, he stripped them down, and left them in a pile on the floor.
Stepping up to the bed, he skimmed his fingers across her ankle. That small touch was enough to have her jerking in his hands but she didn’t even try to close her legs.
She looked exquisite to him.
Her sweet pussy was already wet. She had a light smattering of curls, and knowing no other man but him had been inside her, she was every man’s wet dream. Slowly, he trailed his fingers from her ankle, up her legs, to her knees.
“Touch your pussy.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” In the past couple of days, he had been having to repeat himself. It was something he wasn’t used to, and he didn’t intend to keep letting Abriana or Raven off lightly.
She lowered her hands between her thighs, both of them covering the pussy he wanted to be balls deep inside.
Abriana wasn’t a gorgeous woman. She wasn’t even a beauty, but she was pretty. He liked her eyes. They were soft, kind, and held pain that he recognized. He also liked that she didn’t flinch away from his touch. She wasn’t afraid of him, nor did she try to close her eyes when he got close.
His scars didn’t seem to bother her.
Reaching forward, he put her hands where he wanted her, and then opened her pussy.
“Keep yourself open for me.”
He stared down at her swollen clit, creamy cunt, and his mouth watered for a taste. He wasn’t known for sucking a woman’s pussy, but Abriana wasn’t just any woman. She was his wife, and he fucking wanted her.
Picking her hips up, he held her and pressed his face against her pussy. She cried out, but he didn’t stop. Sucking her bud into his mouth, he used his teeth to create a bite of friction before sliding down her cunt to her entrance. Circling her hole, he felt her quiver, and unable to resist, he pressed forward, fucking her with his tongue.
The moans coming from her lips were going straight to his cock and making him ache in all the right places.