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  I stare into his eyes and a word slides up my throat.

  I was supposed to get married next weekend. I've barely gotten over the broken engagement. The last thing in the world I should be thinking about is marrying someone else. Especially someone else I barely know.

  But still. That word sits on my tongue.

  I want to say it. I want to make this kind, generous, sexy man happy, too. Just as he has tried to make me.

  I'm not rich. So there's only one thing I can give him.

  A word. One single word.

  How can I not, right?

  “Yes,” I tell him. “I'll marry you. On December twenty-sixth.”

  He sighs and shakes his head. “The house is yours. You don't have to do anything to earn it--”

  “I know,” I interrupt.

  “In that case...” He smashes his mouth over mine.

  Chapter 7

  Jordan

  I didn't know six months could go by so freaking fast.

  When we returned from our little excursion, December twenty-sixth seemed so far away. But in a blink, it was here. And now I'm standing in front of a (very) small group of friends (including Gray's best man, Colby who isn't such a jerk anymore), on the beach—our beach—in Hawaii, outside our new home, wearing the most beautiful, elegant white dress I've ever laid eyes on.

  And I'm about to say two words. You know the ones—the ones that will make me Mrs. Grayson Parker.

  I blink back tears of joy and say, “I do.”

  Gray slides the ring on my finger and delivers vows so sweet I cry like a baby and barely hear half of them.

  That's it. I am his forever. Body and soul.

  I can't believe how happy I am. Or how lucky.

  When the minister gives my husband (ohmygod, I can't believe I'm married!) permission to kiss his bride, Gray cups my cheeks and mashes his mouth to mine. I don't know how, but all the air rushes from the atmosphere. Dizzy, I toss my arms around my husband's neck (ohmygod, I still can't believe I'm married!) and hang on for life. Catching me by surprise, he breaks the kiss and scoops me off my feet.

  “Excuse us,” he proclaims to our cheering wedding guests, “but we have an urgent matter to take care of. Please enjoy the luau and forgive us if we don't join you.”

  Someone whistles.

  I follow the sound with my eyes.

  Ed is giving us a thumbs-up.

  I can't help cracking up. The man is almost as sweet, and as much a rascal, as my husband. Next to him is his daughter, looking healthy and lovely.

  Our exit is accompanied by catcalls, the sound silenced when we step inside the cool house.

  “I have been waiting six long fucking months for today,” my husband growls as he hauls me to the bedroom. “No more waiting. Not another second.”

  I am with him on that!

  When I'd told him I would marry him December twenty-sixth, I had no idea what I was in for—six months of torture.

  Six months of frustration.

  Six months of his mouth and hands bringing me to the verge of bliss.

  Six months of begging for relief, and being denied.

  But that's all done now. My insides clench. A quiver buzzes up my back.

  I've read enough smut to know the first time might hurt. I am also keenly aware of the (massive) size of my new husband's dick. We've done a few things over the last six months. Involving hands and mouths. But not It. Not sex.

  I know these things work out in the end, but how...?

  It's a good thing I trust Gray. He'll make it okay. No, better than okay. He'll make the top of my head blow off. That's a guarantee.

  He plops me on the bed and leers down at me like a hungry man-bear. My face warms. So do several other parts.

  “I'm going to try very hard to go slow,” he promises as he shrugs out of his tuxedo jacket. While he unties his bow tie, I climb to my knees and go for his shirt buttons. Pop, pop, pop. His dark, hungry gaze devours me as I slowly work my way down. It feels like forever before I'm pushing the material down his arms and off. Underneath he has a pristine white undershirt, as usual. I climb to my feet, standing on the bed, and pull it over his head.

  Nice.

  I take a moment to admire his broad shoulders and thick biceps. Over the past six months, I've learned those thick muscles don't all come from pumping iron at a gym. The man loves to get dirty and work. Among his many business ventures, he owns a contracting company that refurbishes abandoned properties in Detroit. And my husband spends at least a couple days a week at a project, ripping up floors, knocking down walls, or building additions.

  I love watching him work. The sight of all those muscles flexing. Yum!

  Speaking of muscles...

  I run my hands down his chest, letting my fingertips follow the line cutting down the center of his abdomen. Down they go, until they hit a roadblock—the waistband of his trousers. My mouth waters as I unfasten his pants and push them down. His boxer briefs are next. And, after yanking off his shoes and socks to allow him to kick off his pants and briefs, he's totally nude.

  Wow, what a sight! I've never been a big one for girl porn. But I would pay good money to look at this man's body. Especially the enormous package between his legs.

  I lean forward, grab that beast at the root and twirl my tongue around the head like it's a lollipop. He curls his fingers in my hair and groans, and I smile, knowing I'm punishing him like he's punished me all this time. I'm not a deep throat kind of girl (I lack the experience), but I open my mouth and take him as far as I can, sucking hard on what length of his thick rod I can handle. His hold on my hair tightens, which sends a wave of heat rippling through me.

  Using my hair, he pulls and pushes my head, moving me up and down his shaft. I add a hand in front of my mouth, so it feels like he's going deeper than he is. Between inward thrusts, I lap and suck and slurp on his dick like it's the most scrumptious treat I've ever tasted. And he rewards me by fondling my breasts through my wedding dress and growling like a sexy animal.

  With every second that passes, every inch I swallow, my pussy gets hotter, wetter. I've never been stuffed full and yet that's what I want. I want Gray's long, thick dick pounding deep inside. Yes, oh yes.

  And finally I'm about to get it.

  With a mild roar, Gray jerks my head away and knocks me onto my back. “Oh no you don't. I'm not wasting a drop of my cum today. It's all going in your pussy, wife. I'm going to fill you up to the brim. Over and over.” He angles down and whispers against my mouth, “I'm going to plant a baby inside you tonight. When you're walking around with a swollen belly, everyone will know you're mine. All mine.”

  His sexy talk nearly makes me cum.

  He twirls a finger. “Now, roll over.”

  I do as I'm told, lying on my stomach.

  He grabs my ankles and pulls them wide apart. “Don't move,” he murmurs in my ear.

  Thrilled. And a tiny bit nervous, I shiver. I've learned a lot of things about my husband over the past six months. First, he is every bit as generous and kind as I'd thought the first time we flew to his island house. In fact, he's more generous than I'd thought. When we returned, he arranged for me to have a nice apartment to stay in until we were married. And a brand new car.

  And that's just the start. He does so many kind things for others, my mind is kind of blown.

  But I learned more than that.

  I also learned he loves to be in charge in the bedroom.

  I've learned something about myself too. I really freaking love it when he gets all alpha on me.

  Like now.

  His hands delve under the smooth silk of my gown, up my stocking-covered calves. Up my thighs. Over the lacy tops of my thigh-high stockings. “These are the most perfect legs in the world. And they're finally mine.” Flipping up my skirt to expose my lace-covered ass, he gives it a sharp smack, and I yelp with glee. “And this ass. My ass. Mine.” He traces the crack of my ass down to my hot, wet pussy. “And this pussy. Mine.
Only mine.” That finger pushes the sodden fabric of my panties between my nether lips and I quiver. My back arches, rocking my hips back, giving him better access. He groans. “I cannot wait to sink into this sweet pussy.” He hooks his hands under my hips and lifts me onto all fours. “But first, I want to see you. Taste you. All of you.” He pulls at the row of tiny buttons lining down my spine, from the base of my neck to the small of my back. “Fuck. Too many buttons!”

  I giggle at the frustration in his voice, even though I can't wait to be skin-to-skin either. We've done a lot of things over the last six months, but Gray had drawn a line and hadn't crossed it. We have not yet both been completely naked at the same time. One of us always had at least some clothes on from the waist down. That was to keep from losing control.

  At last I'll be able to feel his heat pressed against me. His smooth skin gliding over mine.

  Once he gets all those freaking buttons undone!

  He sighs. Loud. “I want to rip this fucking dress off you, but I won't.” He pluck, pluck, plucks his way down my back, his fingers followed by his mouth. The little licks and kisses give me goose bumps. And shivers. And make me hot at the same time. I wiggle unable to stop myself.

  “Stay still,” he demands, adding another smack to my ass. A gush of hot juices seep from my pussy as the heat on my ass spreads. Holy crap does that feel good!

  I squirm again, and he rewards (punishes?) me with another slap on the ass. I whimper, not because it hurts but because I am melting.

  It's taking way too long to get out of this dress!

  Finally he gets enough buttons undone that he can push the bodice off my shoulders. I kneel upright and allow him to shove the garment over my hips. It pools on the bed, around my knees.

  Now he's free to focus on other things. His gaze goes straight to my tits, practically spilling out of the top of my white bustier.

  I smile so hard my face hurts. “You like?”

  “I love. But it's got to go.” He unfastens the hooks on the front and it falls away. Now I'm kneeling with my dress gathered around my knees, nude from the waist up, only my pretty stockings and panties left from the waist down.

  His cock is huge. Dark. And there's already a couple of drops of precum glistening on the tip. I can't help myself. I reach for it, but he catches my wrists and pin them behind my back.

  “No,” he barks. “It's my turn.” He dips his head down and pulls a hard little nipple into his mouth, and my spine tightens.

  Ohhhh. Little blades of pleasure pierce through my body, shooting straight to my sizzling center. I drop my head back and snap my eyes shut.

  Gathering both my wrists in one big hand, he fondles my other breast with his free hand. My thighs start trembling almost immediately. How long will he torment me like this? We've had six really fucking long months of foreplay. I am ready for the main event. I'm desperate.

  He switches sides, nipping and sucking my other nipple. It's almost unbearable. I'm hot. I'm tight all over. My empty pussy is clenching. I ache.

  “Please,” I beg. “Please.”

  “Soon, baby girl.” Releasing my wrists he supports my back while guiding me down onto the bed. Then, climbing onto the bed with me, he licks, nibbles and kisses his way down my stomach and over my mound. I spread my legs but he pushes them together.

  I moan.

  “Trust me.” He hooks the waistband of my panties with his thumbs and drags them over my hips, down my thighs, my calves. Gone. “Mmm. That's better,” he says, echoing my thoughts.

  He's naked. I'm nearly naked. All he has to do is climb on top and shove that big, beautiful cock into my slit and we're good.

  Any minute now...

  Any minute...

  The waiting is killing me.

  Instead of climbing back up, and getting into position for sex, he spreads my thighs and groans.

  I whimper.

  He's going to make me suffer longer. Cruel man.

  My extremely unkind husband parts my nether lips with his fingers. My whole body tightens.

  “Look at me,” he demands.

  I open my eyes and look down.

  His face is inches above my hot little pussy. And his eyes are burning with feral male hunger.

  He smashes his mouth over my pussy and shoves his tongue inside my virginal channel and my spine arches off the bed. In. Out. In. Out. The little, (much too) shallow thrusts of his tongue do nothing to ease the burning. Rather, they make things a thousand times worse. I writhe as he torments me, hips bucking, hands clawing at the bed, head tossing from side-to-side. He's driving me crazy, and I can't stand it.

  I want him to possess my body, to own it and mark it as his. Nothing else matters now.

  His tongue moves up, toward the front of my folds. He parts them wider, flicks his tongue over my burning clit. Up and down. Then in circles. Waves of heat churn in my core. My thighs tighten more, spread wider.

  Yours, my body says. I'm yours.

  While he torments my clit with his tongue, a finger slips into my virginal entrance. It tests the barrier and I tense up. It burns. My insides clench tight.

  The finger retreats, slipping into my anus. The ring of muscles clamp tight around it. Nerves fire. His tongue dances over my clit, sending sharp blades of pleasure razoring through my body.

  I'm on the verge of bliss.

  So close.

  Almost there.

  But I don't want it to end now.

  I cry out as I struggle to stop the eruption building inside me. Harder, his wicked tongue laps at me. Faster.

  Glorious, delicious tension builds, from the soles of my feet up to the top of my head. Heat pulses. My heart thunders.

  “Cum. Now,” Gray commands, adding a second finger in my ass, stretching me wide open.

  I lose it. A tingling, electrical storm blasts through me. My anus milks his fingers. My empty pussy spasms. I soar to the stars, calling out his name, “Grayyyyy!”

  “Oooh, yes, baby girl!” he says as he devours me. He slurps and licks and plunges that wicked tongue inside my convulsing channel.

  I am soaring to the stars. No, floating on the clouds.

  Now, I'm sinking.

  It ends too soon. Within moments my body is growing heavy.

  Soft.

  I inhale, exhale and giggle.

  “Mmm,” Gray says, lifting his head, tongue sweeping across his lower lip. “Better?”

  I nod as he climbs up my body. I am in awe as I watch him. Absolute awe. His body is so beautiful. And his chiseled features. Quite literally, he takes my breath away. I can hardly believe he is my husband. Mine. And I am his.

  Growing up fundamental Mormon, I was taught sex was for procreation only. It wasn't done for pleasure. Women in particular weren't supposed to feel this...this burning need...for a man, even their husband. It was an act meant to be undertaken with one goal in mind.

  I suppose, if I were a good Mormon girl, I would feel dirty for feeling the way I do about Gray--about how much I ache for his touches and kisses. After all, for years I was taught sexual arousal is shameful.

  But I don't feel bad at all. In fact, I feel the opposite. I feel as if I've been set free. I can enjoy sex all I want.

  He settles on top of me, his hips wedged between my thighs. The tip of his dick is so close to my quivering entrance as he cups my cheek and runs his thumb across my lower lip. Ohmygosh, this is it. I'm nervous and excited, both. I've been waiting for this moment for (what feels like) forever.

  It's finally here. I will be Gray's. At last.

  Gray tangles his fingers in my hair and tugs, pulling my mouth to his. As his tongue sweeps inside, my nipples tingle. My body warms. A shiver of pleasure burns up my spine. The tip of his cock slides between my nether lips and I quake. It inches deeper, penetrating my tight channel, hitting the barrier of my innocence, and I stiffen, bracing myself for the pain. He's too big. He isn't going to fit. I try to tell him but he bites, gently, on my lower lip and thrusts his hips, d
riving his thick length deep inside me.

  I cry out.

  It burns. So bad.

  I'm full. Too full.

  I writhe. My pussy tightens around him, amplifying the sensation.

  No! That's not better.

  I still. Don't move. Not a toe. Not a finger. Not even an eyelash.

  Can't breathe.

  “It's okay, baby. It'll feel better in a moment,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Try to relax.”

  Ha. Relax. Easier said than done when you're being split in two.

  He brushes his mouth across mine, the touch so soft it's a tease. “I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you. Let me make it better.”

  My insides clench around him again, and he groans. “Keep doing that and I won't be able to hold back. I'll fill you with so much cum it'll gush from you.”

  I try to relax but my inner muscles tighten again.

  Now I understand why women don't like sex. It hurts.

  “Fuck,” he rumbles. He kisses me harder, plunging his tongue inside my mouth, claiming, taking, stroking, caressing. I get lost in the kiss, in the feral need I feel rolling off him. He is on the verge of losing control. Because of me.

  His hand slides down my neck, over my shoulder and down to my breast. His palm grazes my nipple and it goes instantly hard. A wave of heat ripples through my chest. Down my stomach. To my center.

  My channel tightens around him again, and he growls like a bear.

  “Dammit,” his hips lift and his cock slides up, the movement producing a delicious friction inside me. The heat in my core intensifies.

  It feels...kind of good.

  Not leaving my body entirely, his cock rests at the edge of my entry, and I suck in a deep breath. The stinging burn is easing. Is it over? Is that all there is to sex? I drag in another breath.

  “Look at me, baby,” he says, angling up on one arm so he can fondle my breast.

  I blink open my eyes.

  His face is a beautiful mask of male hunger. It blows my mind that this gorgeous, smart, generous man is my husband. He belongs to me, just as I belong to him. His mouth thins. His muscles tighten.

  No, it can't be over yet.

  “I love you, baby. I love you so much it hurts. You're mine. All mine. Forever mine.” He rocks his hips forward and his cock plunges deep inside again. “I'm going to fill up your sweet pussy with my cum until your belly swells with my baby.”