Page 60 of By His Vow

I focus on breathing, on inhaling one deep breath after the other and attempting to talk myself down.

Tatum is passed out in that bed, and it’s all I can do not to think with my dick.

Two weeks ago, it would have been easy to dump her in here on her ass and walk out without a second thought.

But that was two weeks ago.

Before I discovered what our fathers were planning.

Before Dad sat me down and explained what they wanted from me.

Before I agreed to tie myself to her for the next year of our lives.

Before I agreed to make her my wife. To be her husband.

Now…now she’s all I can fucking think about.

Mine…

She is fucking mine, and yet, she’s doing everything she can to piss me off and to prove to me that what we’ve both agreed to was the worst fucking mistake of our lives.

Only, it’s not.

For some ungodly reason, I don’t regret it.

Sure, we might only be a day in. But I already know that I’m not going to.

Life was getting mundane.

Predictable.

I worked, I fucked, I worked some more.

Rinse and repeat.

Well, Tatum has certainly stopped that merry-go-round.

In only a few hours, she fucked up my status quo and dragged me out of monotony and into a whole new world, mostly full of irritation and pent-up frustration. And should we mention desire?

Reaching out, I wrap my hand around my length.

I’m hard. Painfully fucking so. And the second I tighten my grip, a groan spills from my lips.

I stroke myself faster, my entire body locked up with my need for release.

Closing my eyes, I think about her out there in her tempting little dress.

It would be so easy to tuck my fingers under the lace of her panties and slide them down her legs. I could spread her thighs wide and take in what will no doubt be the best part of my wife.

My mouth waters just thinking about tasting her. About running my tongue through her folds and lapping at her juices.

My movements become borderline violent as my balls begin to draw up.

I imagine dropping to my knees at the end of the bed, wrapping my hands around her thighs and dragging her to me.

“Fuck. Fuuuck,” I groan, as my cock jerks in my hand and I come in the shower.

My heart pounds as I find an unfulfilling release delivered by my own hand.