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Bella

Every time he snapped the word 'wife' at me, a renewed thrill would shoot to my core. I was already a quivering mess from his sexy fucking mouth.

Hold up. When did I think Emmett McCarty had a sexy mouth? Probably since the soul-shattering, bone-melting orgasm that was still flowing in heavy currents through every cell.

Then there was the pain shooting through my scalp as he jerked on my hair. Yeah, usually, the gesture might have pissed me off, but it had an adverse effect. This fire I hadn't expected ignited. Jerking around to glare at my new husband, I jerked around to face him. With his hand still twisted in my hair, I reached up and grabbed a fistful of his.

Staring him in the eye, I reached out and cupped his cock as it sprang free from his slacks. "If my pussy is yours, this cock is mine. All of it. I won't have some tramp dancing on it either."

When the cocky smile started to slip across his lips, I yanked hard on his hair until he bared his teeth on a snarl. When he would've spoken, I moved closer until my mouth was just below the tempting swell of his. "I fucking mean it. Do you think I'm joking, husband?"

"You are such a greedy little bitch," he rumbled, his massive chest puffy out with an air of arrogance as his mouth captured mine. His tongue dove deep, and I could taste myself on his lips. Nipping sharply, he murmured, "You want this cock all for yourself? I will give you every fucking inch."

Sparing with Emmett seemed to intensify the yearning ripping through my veins. "Call me a bitch again, and I might tear out that perfect fucking tongue."

Returning the flaming kiss, I changed our position, and with a hard shove, I sat him forcibly on the couch. Kicking free of my boots and slacks, I straddled his lap, whimpering when his hot mouth clamped onto my breast. "Holy shit. Just when I think it can't get any fucking better. Oooooh."

His fingers slipped between my thighs, rubbing vigorously at my clit, and with a hiss, my head ripped back. The neon lights and the loud music playing seemed to fade until all I saw was this man. Vaguely I wondered what the hell was happening to me; sure, I'd left this world for another. My entire body was a frisson of nerves vying for dominance, and I was just a passenger along for the ride.

His mouth left mine, his sharp teeth scraping along my jaw, his hot breath swirling into my ear as his thick fingers pushed into my pussy. "Say the words, wife, and you can have all this cock right now."

I wasn't as ignorant to my own power as I'd pretended. "Do you think I have to say anything to get what I want?"

"I love when a woman takes control," Emmett informed me; leaning forward, he sucked my nipple hard enough for her to hiss. "Put my cock inside you, witch."

If I wasn't a throbbing mess, I might have made him suffer. Resisting him was pretty much denying myself, and I was as impulsive as they came. My pussy was dripping with want, and when the crown of his cock nudged my entrance, I nearly melted into a heap.

My hands caressed his huge pecs as I adjusted my weight over his thighs. Emmett shift beneath me, spreading his legs, effectively spreading mine until my core hovered directly over his cock. Our eyes connected and locked, and at the same time, he thrust up as I pushed down, filling me in one hard plunge.

I'd had sex, but currently, I had the feeling of being impaled. No part of me left needing, and as Emmett stretched beyond my wildest imagining, a strange sense of completion consumed me.

How was it possible for a man that I hated to create such delicious emotions. I didn't get long to contemplate this vibe between us because my body demanded satisfaction, and I caved.

The fire in my loins dictated my movements, and I lifted until Emmett's crown was the only part inside me. Staring him in the eye, I sank back down, the curl of his lip indicating his animalistic possession. With a growl erupting from his throat, he gripped my hips with bruising fingers.

"I'm gonna fuck that tight pussy. Get your bearings, wife, because you are about to experience the ride of your damn life."

I barely had time to grab ahold of his solid shoulders before he lifted off the couch and slammed into my hot center. Fisting his hair, I refused to give him the dominance he apparently craved. Our mouth clashed together as our bodies moved together, and perhaps later, I would think about how in tune we seemed to be.

"Oh shit, yes," I cried as he slapped my ass hard enough to leave a sting. Grinding down on his swollen cock, I sighed as his length stroked my g-spot. "That's so fucking good."

A twinkle entered his eyes, and he went still beneath me. When I tried to move, he held my hips firmly in place. "Tell me what I wanna hear. Tell me this pussy—this tight, wet pussy is mine. If you don't, this ends now."

I glared at him as I tried to wiggle free. All I wanted was him buried deep within me with his balls slapping against my ass. "Emmett, stop playing games and fuck me."

Emmett adjusted, his hips lifting up to nudge the magic button inside. I glared at him as he teased me with what I wanted. Even though he kept me from moving, I still maintained some power. Meeting his gaze, I bit my lip and clenched my pussy so tight he flinched. "Tell me this cock is all mine."

"Baby," he started with a grunt. "It's all fucking yours. Tell me. Now, Bella, before I fucking wither away."

How could I deny my own pleasure? At this point in time, I wasn't sure if it was a lie or not, but I leaned forward and teased his mouth into a ravenous kiss. "You can fuck my pussy whenever you want. It's all fucking yours."

Those were the magic words. Sweat pooled on his chest, glistening beneath hot pinks and baby blues. I had never seen a sexier sight than an inflamed Emmett McCarty. Together we moved, and when I didn't think I could stand any more, he pounded into me without mercy. Against his lips, I cried out, "Oh fuck yes. Don't stop, oh shit, right fucking there."

"Right here?" he growled, slamming into my pussy until I was draped across his body in a boneless heap.

"Oh God, yes. Don't stop; I'm gonna fucking come," I cried, my nails leaving scratches on his flawless skin. For the first time, I let myself taste his flesh, my eyes rolling as his masculine salt dissolved on my tongue. I sucked hard, knowing I marked this husband I hadn't wanted. "You are mine, all mine."

A strange sparkle lit his eyes, and this amazing connection seemed to dance from his gaze to mine. Holy shit, I had never felt anything so intense in my life, and I knew I wouldn't be able to break this spell. Hell, I didn't want to break this spell.

My muscles drew right as I felt my release building and building until we were both mindless with lust. Our murmuring became incoherent, and I followed him where he led. Soon I was hurtling off a cliff at breakneck speed, and as I clung to him, I broke into a million pieces.

As I slumped against his hard body, his arms came around me, holding me firm as he continued to move to his own ecstasy. When he erupted, coating my womb, I barreled toward another wave of euphoria.

His sharp teeth bit into my neck and drew on the sensitive flesh. I knew later I would carry the mark of my husband, and for the first time today, I felt complete. The words that followed rocked my soul.

"You are fucking amazing and all mine."


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