“Well, technically, he’s our family cat. My papà got him for all of us.”
“So why is he here now instead of in Venetiville?”
Anni shrugged. “I guess Ma thought he’d prefer being with me in Chicago. Wasn’t it sweet of her to think of me and come all this way to bring Wilbur here?”
“Sweet isn’t the word that comes to mind,” I retorted.
I watched while she fussed over the animal, still smarting over her rejection of me last night. Jesus fucking Christ. I was a King of Chicago, while he was a mere fucking cat—but she still preferred him over me.
“Just make sure it doesn’t shit on my rugs,” I gritted out. “And keep that stupid creature away from me.”
Anni narrowed her gaze at me. “That won’t be hard. He doesn’t like people who are rude and charmless.”
***
After our wedding night, I was in no hurry to go to bed. After delaying for as long as possible in the hope that Anni would already be asleep, I finally went up to bed at around midnight.
Walking into the master bedroom, I was glad to see that Anni was already asleep and her cat was nowhere in sight. Adelina had told me before retiring for the night that Anni had put the cat to sleep in the kitchen.
What I wasn’t happy about, though, was that Anni was asleep on my side of the bed.
I knew I shouldn't disturb her, but I really couldn't sleep unless I was on the right side of the bed.
Closing the bedroom door, I padded over to the bed. So as not to disturb her, I didn’t turn on the light. After undressing down to my boxers, I gently shook her shoulder. She was wearing another silk nightdress with thin straps, and as I shook her, I felt her soft skin under my touch.
“Hmm?” she said sleepily in a husky voice that stirred my desire for her.
Her blonde hair was tousled sexily over around her face and her lips pouted in her drowsy state. The comforter was gathered around her waist and I could see her nipples pebbled hard under her silky gown in the cool night air.
One thin strap had fallen off her shoulder, exposing the top half of her full breast, although it wasn’t enough to give me a glimpse of the tantalizing erect nipple that teased me from underneath the silk.
I couldn’t help wondering how short her nightdress was and what lay under it.
“Shift over to the other side of the bed,” I growled in a low voice.
Still half-asleep, she didn’t open her eyes. She rolled across, making her nightdress inadvertently ride up her thighs and giving me a flash of the matching panties she wore underneath.
After the taste I’d gotten of her mouth on our wedding night, my tongue desired something else now…her sweet pussy.
My fingers itched to rip off her silky panties and then force her thighs apart with my hands, exposing her folds and slit for my eyes to feast upon.
My mouth watered as I thought about having my tongue lap at her wet juices, at making her squirm under me, and at having her beg for me to make her cum. I would love to see her begging me—to have her under my control, her desire dependent on what I was willing to grant her.
Would I let her come on my tongue? Or would her first orgasm from me be at the pounding of my thick cock inside her untouched, virgin pussy, drilling deep into her until her tight channel spasmed around my erection and milked it of every last drop of my cum? There was something primal about the thought of pinning her down on my bed and coating the slick walls of her pussy with my seed—and it made my aching dick even harder as I watched her.
I looked back up at her face.
She had fallen back asleep almost instantly, much to my frustration.
I could have woken her and demanded my marital rights—demanded the virgin blood she had refused to give me last night. But she looked exhausted after all the wedding festivities, and I resolved to wait just a little longer to take her and make her mine.
Now that I had her, I was going to get what I wanted from her. And she could protest and fight me all she liked, but Iwouldbe sinking my dick into her soon. And she could either take it willingly, or I would force her to surrender herself to me. Because now her body was mine, including that virgin pussy between her delectable thighs.
I had never been with a virgin before, and just thinking about being the first man inside her wet pussy was chasing away any thoughts of sleep. Adjusting my rigid dick, I climbed into the space she had vacated in my bed, looking forward to sleeping in my own bed again.
I turned over onto my side, my back toward Anni. And as soon as I got comfortable, my eyes caught a glimpse of something different beside me.
Looking more carefully, I saw that she’d put a framed picture on my nightstand—a framed picture of Wilbur.