Chapter 19

“My fucking wife. My fucking Piper,” I groan, rubbing the rough patch deep inside her, the one Nydo told me humans had when I announced our marriage to him.

Her cunt grips my fingers as she comes hard all around them, wet and slippery and fucking delicious.

I like her like this, sitting on my face, crying out nonsense words in the throes of her pleasure. Fuck, no, I love her like this.

The delicious taste of her on my tongue. The way her flesh trembles as she orgasms, the way she gets wetter and wetter the harder she comes.

“Need you, need you,” she pants, and when I grin up at her, my face slick with her moisture, her eyes are so dilated with pleasure her pupils have nearly chased away all blue.

Fuck. I need her to.

“Tell me what you want, Piper,” I say, unable to stop teasing her, wanting her to come again. “How wet can I get you before you beg me? How many times can I make you come until you can’t even speak anymore?”

She just moans, her eyes rolling back, water from her hair dripping down the gorgeous planes of her chest, her stomach. I smile as I tilt my face up, catching the hard bud of her pleasure in my mouth and licking it, slowly, slowly, until she’s rocking against my face again, lost.

Her cunt makes sloppy, delicious noises on my fingers, and I work them in and out, in awe of her, wanting to find that spot again and wanting to make it last as long as possible, until she does beg me for my cock.

“Feels so good,” she moans. Her breath catches, and then she inhales, a choked sound that makes my cock so hard hot precum dribbles out.

“Take what you need, my queen,” I mumble, and she rocks her cunt against my face.

“I need you. I need you.” She’s shaking all over, her legs wobbly, and I make myself release her breast and wrap my arm around her waist.

“Beg,” I say breathlessly, needing her submission. Needing her permission.

“Please, Lyko, please, fuck me. I’m begging. I am.” Piper sobs the words, her pretty, tight cunt fluttering around my fingers. “I need your cock. I need it.”

“Good, good little wife,” I growl, and then I pull her tight to me, sucking on her clit hard, finding that strange rough patch inside her sweet cunt until she comes on a shriek, rocking into my mouth.

Panting with need, I stroke her through her climax, tasting sweat on her, tasting everything she gives me and fucking loving it.

Gently, I lift her off my face, licking my lips and savoring every sweet drop of her orgasm. She’s breathing hard, her cheeks flushed the loveliest shade of pink I’ve ever seen. Golden hair drapes over her shoulder, drying in wavy glory as she pants.

My fingers are still inside her, and I leave them there, enjoying every pulse of her perfect cunt as she recovers.

“That was—” she starts, then shakes her head.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” I snarl, pressing a ferocious kiss against her mouth.

When I pull away, she looks dazed. “I can taste myself on you.”

At that, I tug my hand from between her legs. “Suck,” I tell her, sliding my wet fingers against her lips. I half expect her to refuse, to be shy about it.

But that’s not who Piper is.

It never was.

Her blue eyes flare, and she does, slipping my index and middle fingers inside that rosy mouth of hers and licking her own pleasure off them.

She releases them with a wet pop, and I swear to the gods I feel it all the way in my aching balls.

“Do you like that?” she asks, an eyebrow raised and a mischievous smile on her face.

“Gods, female,” I groan, and she shimmies down until her face is above the loose pants I found in the room.

My cock tents the fabric, a wet spot where it’s dripped.

She rubs her cheek against it, closing her eyes, and I make a wordless noise of need as it twitches in response.

Her delicate fingers stroke my aching cock through the fabric, and a growl of frustration builds in my chest—a noise that turns to a wheeze as her warm mouth fits over the fabric on the head of my cock.

“Gods, female, don’t tease me,” I rasp, tearing at my pants, not caring if they’re the only ones I’ll get. I’ll stay naked if it means she has access to me whenever she wants.

Piper just laughs, a throaty sound.

Her hot hand wraps around me, and I jerk as she begins to stroke. And just as quickly, I decide I’ve had enough of that.

“Want you,” I murmur, my hand tight around her wrist.

“Then take me,” she says, challenge in her expression.

A laugh trickles out of her as I flip her underneath me, lining the head of my cock up at her entrance.

“Mine,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Yours,” she agrees, a sweet, satisfied smile on her face.

I groan, my eyelids fluttering shut, and plunge into her tight warmth.

“Everything, you’re everything,” I mutter. Her legs wrap around me, her blunt nails dragging down my back as she murmurs nonsensical encouragement.

She gasps as I pull out, then slam into her as her back arches.

“So fucking good,” I tell her, and she clings to me as I drive in and out, loving the way she feels around me, so perfect.

Time becomes meaningless. The only thing that matters is her.

“Close, close. I’m close again,” she says, her blue eyes wide and so beautiful.

She meets every stroke and whines when I pause to nibble on the hard point of her nipple, snaking my hand between us to play with her clit.

“That’s it, that’s it,” she chokes out, and my cock throbs inside her.

I can’t hold it in anymore.

“Give me everything,” she says, her nails sharp in my back.

I let myself go, slamming in and out as she writhes beneath me, my finger working her.

When I feel her clench around my cock, my name on her lips, I thrust as deep as I can.

“Want to fill you up,” I tell her.

“Do it,” she says, her legs viselike around me. She raises her mouth to me, and I take it, plunder it. And when her tongue licks against my lips, I come inside her sweetness. All I want is her and me, out of this fucking place, like this, forever.