Page 72 of Just My Luck

She swallowed and shook her head. “Don’t—don’t call me that.”

I slowly dragged my fingers in and out of her as I stroked my cock. “You don’t want me to call you beautiful?”

“No, it’s fine. I just...” Her eyes flicked away. “I want you to call me your wife.” A pink blush swept across her cheeks. I fucking loved that she was shy and unsure, but still willing to tell me exactly what she needed.

I pinched her pert nipple through the flimsy fabric of her bra before gliding my hand to encircle her throat. I gently squeezed—a question.

“Yes.” Sloane squirmed beneath me. “Yes, please.”

I slid my fingers from her pussy and used my free hand to guide my cock to her entrance. With my hand still around her throat, I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I will always protect you. You’re mine. My wife.” Onmy wifeI slid into her, stretching her open and prompting a moan of pleasure to rip from her throat. I silenced it with a kiss.

My cock thickened, and her walls clamped around me. With her back on the bed, I reveled in the way her tits bounced as I pounded into her. Sloane’s sleek bun nearly unraveled as I continued fucking her.

With muffled moans and stifled grunts, I pounded into her. My thighs burned and my cock ached for release, but I wouldn’t quit—not until I pulled every ounce of pleasure from her. Her fingers clenched the bedsheets, her jaw clamped closed to keep from screaming out. I reached between us, briefly feeling the way my cock disappeared inside her, before using my thumb to circle her clit.

She bucked as I drew her closer and closer to the edge. My hips slapped against her as I relentlessly drove into her. Her pussy gripped tighter. “That’s it. Come for me. Show your husband whose cock you can’t get enough of.”

Sensing she was moments away from completely falling apart, I tightened my grip on her throat, only fractionally. It was enough to send her reeling. Tiny pulses of her inner walls and quivers of her thighs were immediately followed by a rush of her cum. I pumped again, leaning my weight into her as she came on my cock. My own release pumped into her as I moaned.

Slack and smiling on the bed, Sloane hummed. I left my cock inside her, reveling in her warmth.

An entire lifetime would never be enough.

Sloane was flushed and slicked with sweat. She beamed up at me. “Thank you.”

I smiled down at her, carefully examining her neck to ensure I hadn’t left marks. While I certainly wouldn’t have minded leaving behind evidence of whom she belonged to, Sloane didn’t need the questioning looks from nosy neighbors.

I brushed my fingertips across her cheek. “You really are beautiful.”

Sloane’s arms stretched above her. “And you are constantly surprising me.”

I slid out of her and stepped back before helping Sloane to sit up. “Surprising?”

She stood, wrapping her arms around me, and cuddled into me. My arms wound around her back, and I held her close. “You’re tender.”

I laughed. I had just had my hand around her throat, and she was calling me tender?

“I’m serious.” Sloane laughed with me, batting at my chest. “Not gentle—thank god—but you have a tenderness. I always feel safe with you.”

I peered down at her, brushing away the strand of hair that covered her eye. “You are safe with me. Always.”

Sloane grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. When she bypassed the shower, I paused.

Sloane pointed at the claw-foot bathtub and smirked. “I’m still not convinced you fit in this thing. Care to prove me wrong?”

I smiled. “I’d love to.”

After scrounging up some bath salts and lighting a candle, I filled the tub with hot water, and the bathroom quickly filled with steam. I slipped into the bath first, nearly taking up the entire thing as Sloane covered her laugh with the back of one hand.

I playfully rolled my eyes and held out my hand to her. “Get your ass in here.”

I let the hot water soak into me as I relaxed against the porcelain. Sloane was right, of course. I barely fit, and my knees popped above the surface of the water. Despite the close quarters, Sloane leaned her back on my front, and I held her. Using a loofah, I scrubbed her back and shoulders while I listened to her talk. She shared about drama at the brewery between servers that I had no idea was happening, how she worried about her granddad, and her excitement over the farmhouse build.

She never seemed to mind that my responses were a mix of nods and grunts and hums. She never once asked me to change or open up or be better for her. Only, she didn’t realize that for her, I would do it.

Determined to show her, after washing and conditioning her hair, I wrapped my arms around her and held her once more. I rested my chin on her shoulder. “I noticed Tillie is a really good artist. Does she come by that naturally?”

Sloane laughed. “Well, she doesn’t get it from me, that much I can assure you.”