Page 28 of Southpaw Slots
Heaving a sigh, her hand grips my upper thigh and pulls me closer to her. “Asa, put it in me.”
“On it, sugar tits.” Gripping a heavy one in a palm, I rock inside her tight, warm hole. Both of us grit out breaths of satisfaction. “I’m gonna fuck you like this every morning. Get you used to the shape of my dick alone. Molded just formypleasure.”
Arching her back, she humps me as I press in. “Or formine.”
My lips press to her exposed neck as I let out a chuckle. “I’llalwaysplease you.”
Eventually, I can’t stand it. Not being able to see her beautiful face. So I slide out and lay her on her back, settle my knees under her thighs, then ease back inside her. “That’s more like it,” I say while taking us to the plane of transcendent existence when we kiss.
She breaks it with a whimpered cry, “It aches, but also feels good.”
“Let go and come on my cock, empress. Your pussy will get a massage that way.” I encourage her with a little nod.
I’m learning her body. What makes her nose crinkle or her breathing change pace. When her cheeks flush pink, I think I’ve hit the right spot. It’s like studying for a test, and even though I never liked to in school, this is one subject I’m eager to learn. I’veneverfelt this way before.
Sex with my wife is a whole different ballgame, and I want to make sure she’s enjoying herself.
“Yes, there!” she squeals, and a little smirk forms on my face. I love being the cause of her making that sound.
While she roars out her ecstasy, I thrust in a few more times and release myself within her as her tight inner walls embrace me erratically. Tugging her close, I roll to my side and bring her onto my chest. Feeling utterly at peace knowing she’s severed ties with that other guy and is now mine, I fall asleep.
Then snort awake when she taps the end of my nose. “What?”
“We can’t keep doing this all morning. I’m hungry. Let’s go have pancakes.”
Gripping her waist, I thrust against her belly and smile. “Sure, we can. Just stay here with me.” But she’s right. I am hungry. And probably need some more jelly on my raw cock.
She giggles, but then leaps off the bed, and I rush to follow. When she notices my hurry, her little laugh turns boisterous as she sprints into the bathroom, and I run to catch up. We shower together, taking our time and scanning each other’s bodies carefully. In the light, not in the bed, she seems more real. And I like that.
No one’s stuck up for me the way she did yesterday with Kline. I was so fucking proud that she’s my wife that I annoyed the chauffer enough to take me to the casino soI could look for her bouquet. One of the crew told me her brother had it, and my heart sunk realizing I had to go over to Maxi’s place. But the vision of Arianna’s grateful face when I returned her handkerchief was worth all the irritation at seeing Maxi’s smug expression when I asked for it.
After cleaning off, she claims one half of our double sink and I the other. Each of us takes our time styling our hair and doing our face routines, but it’s funny whenever we catch the other’s gazes in the big mirror. At one point, I spot her eyeing my dick again and it jumps in response.
“No…” she mumbles around her toothbrush as a warning.
If this is what a honeymoon feels like, I’ll take it every day.
By the time we get downstairs, the chef has prepared everything, serving us bacon, eggs, and her precious pancakes. “Sugar lips, you must have a sweet tooth,” I say as I pile my plate full. Before she sits on her seat, I snag her around the waist and hoist her onto my lap. “Nah, I’m your chair now.”
She wiggles some, and I let my head drop back, wondering when I’m going to be able to stop fucking her for a moment. Not that I want to.
With my hand held high in the air, I drizzle syrup on her stack of pancakes, but she doesn’t say stop. Finally, I cut the string of liquid sugar off. “You’re sweet enough.” Just as I start to feed her abite, Kline walks in from the front entrance with Smeath just behind him.
“Mr. and Mrs. Donovan, nice to see you out of bed. I’m here to discuss the checks to be signed this month, Ace.”
I let my forehead rest on my wife’s shoulder, groaning, “I thought I already did that.”
“You didn’t. Your boys shooed me out of your apartment before you could. Now that you’re settled here, we need to discuss it.”
Taking a big inhale, I almost tell him fine, but Arianna snaps out, “No. Mr. Donovan is busy today. He’s celebrating his new marriage and will be training me how to use a gun properly. Isn’t that right, Asa, darling?”
My eyes widen. Teaching the empress to shoot seems like a bad idea. Or maybe it’s a good one. I’m not sure. But now everyone in the room is looking at me for their answer. The person I’m most scared of is the fucking wildcat sitting on my lap. “Yep. That’s right, Mrs. Donovan.”
“And Smeath?” He seems to look at her with something like pride as she gains his attention.
“Yes, Mrs. Donovan?”
“I won’t be needing Clare’s help around the house now. Perhaps she would be happier working in the casino. In fact, I think she should be trained as a dealer despite her young age. I think her birthcertificate waswrong, Smeath. So maybe we could make that happen.”