Page 80 of Untamed Beast
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” His voice is a low murmur against my neck.
“Like, once a day?”
That’s how often I think about Leks. Before bed, I let my mind get carried away with me and imagine what it would be like if he decided to take me on our wedding night.
Leks lets out a snort.
“Way off. Try every single second.”
“That’s physically impossible. There’s no way?—”
“You think I’m exaggerating,zolotse? Your face is burned into my eyelids. This pussy. These tits. I simply can’t get enough.”
“At least you don’t have a photographic memory.”
He growls. “You mean you get to have fantasies about me in HD?”
I blush. “They are pretty accurate.”
“Better than the real thing?”
There’s an edge of envy to his voice, like he’s jealous that he’s already fucked me in my dreams.
I shake my head. Nothing can compare to the feeling of Leks touching me. His hands on my waist, on my breasts, tangling in my hair. Rough, hot hands that claim every part of me.
“Have you ever taken someone’s virginity?”
“Never. I was the guy girls came to for a good time. Not boyfriend material.”
I don’t know why, but I’m glad. I would be irrationally jealous if any other girls had given Leks their virginity.
I pull his head down to me to murmur in his ear. I like that, even though he’s bigger and stronger than me, Leks lets me move him around.
“Well, I think you’re boyfriend material,” I murmur against his jaw, before kissing his neck.
“Hey, that’s husband material, to you.” I can feel the low rumble of his laughter in his throat. “And right now,zolotse, your husband is hungry.”
He makes his way down between my legs, one hand pinning my hips to the bed while his tongue roams everywhere. This is what I’d expected from him on our wedding night — the animalistic, pure need for me.
His mouth on my pussy is a familiar sensation now, but it’s still as delicious as it was the first time. The low groans in his throat when he tastes me only make me want him more.
He’s pure efficiency with one purpose — getting me ready for him. His lips and tongue tease my clit like crazy while his fingers stretch me open. My hips buck against his face, but he doesn’t stop when my orgasm hits. He just keeps going until I’m right on the verge of another one, then he pulls back.
I whine with disappointment. “You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” I nod, and he strokes my hair. “Don’t worry, I’m not done.”
He props himself up on his arms above me and reaches for a condom. I place a hand on his wristto stop him.
I don’t want that.He probably used a condom with other women in the past. But he won’t wear one with me, his wife.
“I want to feel you. Just you,” I beg him, still feeling light-headed from my orgasm.
Leks lets out a hard, surprised breath. He tosses the condom over his shoulder. “As if I could be any harder right now,zolotse. You want me to fuck you raw? Do you want my cum inside you, too?”
“I want it all,” I breathe.
“Fuck,” he groans.
Leks wraps his hand around his cock for a few strokes and I stare. That thick, giant thing is somehow gonna have to fit inside me. He gives a smirk at the look on my face, but the truth is, I do love watching him touch himself.
