Page 37 of Unchained

“Look at me, G,” I command.

Nothing. She fucking ignores me. I slap the inside of her thigh hard, bringing her back to me. Her glassy eyes lock on mine.

“Eyes on me, wife. Watch carefully, you’ll be thinking about this every time you touch yourself for the rest of your life.”

I twist my fingers and thrust deeper, her juices soaking my hand as I lower my mouth, this time teasing her with the tip of my tongue.

Her mouth falls open, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” I murmur.

Her hips rock against my face, chasing a quick release that I ain’t giving her. I push her thighs back, spreadin’ her nice and wide, and I fucking devour her. With my tongue flat against her throbbing pussy, I eat her like I’m starving. Which I am; I’ve waited weeks for a taste of the infamous Gianna Milano. And now she’s mine.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Gianna

Song- Sun Killer, Spiritbox

My fists squeeze around the blanket as I fight every nerve in my body that is threatening to come way too fast. With his dark eyes burning into mine, I nearly lose it. I nearly forget who I am and melt against this man. My husband.

“I-I, Colt. Fuck. I’m going to,” I cry out.

Waves of pleasure wash over me as I push myself closer against his mouth. More. I need more. This feels so good I can’t even explain it.

His fingers dig into my ass, and he growls against me, “No. You’re not.”

He pulls back and stands, ripping off his shirt, which sends the buttons flying across the room. My eyes go wide. He is ripped to shreds. His arm muscles have muscles, I swear.

I spend most of my time surrounded by attractive men. But Colten? He blows them out of the damn water. Ink covers his arms and across his chest. He unbuckles his belt, pushing down his pants and boxers, kicking them to the side, as his hand wraps around his rock-hard cock.

He’s huge. My legs instinctively close, and I shuffle back on the bed.

“You scared of a big dick?” he asks with a smug grin.

Shaking my head. “I’ve seen bigger,” I lie.

He strides towards me, crawling onto the bed and yanking open my legs. He brushes my hair away from my face and then grips my throat.

“Liar,” he breathes out before slamming his lips over mine.

He pinches my nipple through the sheer material of my bra, and I cry out. My back arches into the kiss, and I wrap my arms around his neck as he drags his dick along my pussy. A moan slips out of me as he presses against my entrance.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “So tight. Damn.”

“More,” I beg.

“Atta girl.”

He thrusts inside me, all the way in, and I can’t help the scream that rips from my lungs. It stings so bad, tears well in my eyes, and I suck in a breath.

But the pain is nothing compared to the shit I’ve endured in my life. So I breathe through the sting until it feels better than good; it’s pure fucking bliss.

He stops, pulls back, and grips my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“You good?”

I nod, trying to hide the way my body is shaking.