6. Dia

SIX

I wake slowly,feeling Dalton's soft lips moving across my skin. I know I said I'd go back to being cold toward him this morning, but maybe it won't hurt to play husband and wife a little longer. We're about to be annulled within the next couple of hours, so that's when I can go back to pushing him away. It's the only option I have if I want to protect myself from him breaking my heart. I know that sounds cynical, but I'm just keeping it real. I am a million times better on my own than I would be if I allowed myself to depend on someone else, just to have them leave in the end. I've started over too many times because of that shit.

"Mmmm," he hums as he kisses his way down my back. I expect him to stop and move back up the bed, but instead, he continues moving down, gently pressing his lips to the sensitive spots on my ass cheeks from his spankings. A dull throb blooms between my legs as his hand skate up my thighs. "Are you sore?" he asks.

"A little," I reply. "But I kind of like it."

"That so?" he says, dragging his tongue along the crease where my cheek meets the back of my thigh. I can feel my arousal as it begins to dampen my inner thighs. We had sex three times last night, yet I feel like I need more of him. The way Dalton knew everything I needed is really going to put a damper on our parting of ways this morning. I'll definitely miss his dick. That's for sure. The only reason we didn't go for round four was because we ran out of condoms. I mean, what kind of honeymoon suite doesn't have boxes of those things laying around? I'm giving them a bad Yelp review for that shit, for sure.

"Mhmm," I murmur as he continues moving lower before rolling me to my back and looking up at me with that stupid, gorgeous face of his. "Maybe I like being spanked. A tiny bit."

He raises a suspicious brow. "A tiny bit?" he teases. "Judging by how wet and ready you were for me when I got done, I'd say you liked it more than a tiny bit."

I roll my eyes. "You're such an asshole."

"And you're a brat who might do well with a little punishment every once in a while. Somebody needs to put you in your place," he says, settling in between my thighs. I can feel myself throbbing for him as he leans forward and blows directly on my aching bundle of nerves.

"Dalton, we're out of condoms. Remember?" I whimper. "We can't have sex again."

"Who said anything about sex?" he says, smirking up at me. "I'm just trying to eat my breakfast." He leans forward, wasting no time as he presses his tongue firmly to my clit. My back arches at the contact, pushing myself further into his face. I should probably be embarrassed by how quickly he has me writhing around, but the man is lethal with his tongue.

"You taste so fucking good," he says into my sensitive skin. The vibration from his words adds to the pleasure as he eats me like he's actually starving. Like this is the only meal he'll get for the rest of his life. He runs his tongue along my slit, starting at the top and gliding downward. When I expect him to stop, he lifts my thighs from the bed and continues back toward the place no one has ever touched.

Don't get me wrong, I've had sex with a lot of men. It's not a big deal to me. I scratch the itch and pray they don't ask for a second date. But to me, anal play is something that requires a lot of trust. Trust that is built over time. I've never been able to give it to another person. Even with my ex-boyfriend, we just never got there.

So, why am I not stopping Dalton as he continues moving toward my back hole with his tongue?

I should stop him.

Every alarm bell in my head is blaring as I clench my fists at my sides, but my body is winning the battle. I'm fucking stronger than this. Why am I letting this happen?

As if he can read my thoughts, he stops, looking up at me from between my legs. "I've got you, Diamond. I promise."

How does he know me so well?

He waits, rubbing gentle circles on the inside of my thighs with his thumbs while I war with myself, trying to understand why I'm willing to put so much trust in him when I've never been able to do it before with anyone else. Maybe it's because I'm allowing myself this small amount of time to just exist with him, here in our suite, as his wife. Maybe it's because he's down there, looking hot as fuck, practically begging to do this.

Or maybe it's because, in the couple of months that I've known him, Dalton has already begun to break down the thick wall of ice that protects my heart.

No. It can't be that.It's definitely just the hot as fuck and between my legs, begging thing.

I look down at him, giving a tight nod in consent.

A mischievous grin spreads across his face. "Yeah?" he asks. "You gonna let me eat this tight little asshole, baby?"

Jesus, he's so fucking dirty. In another life, one where I'm not completely damaged, I could definitely see myself keeping Dalton around. As obnoxious as he is, I know we'd have a blast together. But for now, at least I have him for a couple more hours before it all goes back to the way it was before he carried me into that chapel. Besides, even if I wanted to keep this thing going longer, I can't bring him into the problems I have waiting for me when I leave Vegas. This has to be it for us.

"Yes," I breathe. I want to tell him that I've never let anyone do this before, but I can't show any signs of weakness. So, I lay there wordlessly as he grabs behind my thighs, pushing my knees to my ears.

"I love how fucking flexible you are," he says before licking my pussy again. My inner walls clench as he dips his tongue inside, lapping up my wetness before pulling out and flicking at the sensitive skin between my holes.

"Holy fuck," I pant. "That feels so good." He hums contentedly as he licks and sucks before sliding his tongue all the way back and pressing it to my asshole. I'd be embarrassed by the moan that comes out of me if I could have rational thoughts. But at the moment, I can't focus on anything other than the pleasure I'm feeling.

"Hold your legs," he orders. I grab under my knees, but as soon as he returns his mouth to my body, I get so lost in the sensations that I let them drop. Dalton sits back on his heels, shoving my legs back up forcefully before grabbing my face with one hand so I'm looking directly at him. "Let them go again and you're getting ten swats."

My instinct is to push back. I'm so used to answering to nobody and I certainly don't allow anyone to tell me what to do. But letting him be in charge in this room feels good. So, I obey, holding tightly to my legs.

"That's a good little wife, doing as you're told," he praises. "I don't want to punish you, Dia. I want to make you feel good. Okay?"

I nod, sighing in relief as he bends back down and resumes moving his tongue along my sensitive skin, which is now completely soaked with my arousal. He uses both hands to spread my legs even wider than I thought possible before diving in completely. My pants and moans mix in the air with his grunts and the sound of my wetness against his face every time he pushes his tongue into my pussy. This whole thing is so filthy, but I want more. He eats me like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted, massaging every inch of me with different patterns and pressures, driving me absolutely wild. I've never felt pleasure this intense in my whole life. When he pushes two thick fingers inside my cunt, curling and scissoring them just right, I feel my release barreling toward me so fast, I couldn't stop it if I wanted to. He thrusts them in and out as he licks my back entrance, making me clench onto him as I grip my legs tightly. I can barely hold onto them as they shake uncontrollably. It takes no time at all before my orgasm hits me like a speeding train. I come, screaming his name so loudly that I'm sure the tourists on the street below us can hear who's making me feel this good.

Slowly, I return to Earth, still clutching onto my knees as Dalton kisses his way back up my body. I'm quivering from the adrenaline, but he takes his time leaving a wet trail all over my skin. He moves my hands, making my legs drop down to the mattress before he settles his weight on top of me, pressing gentle kisses to my neck and cheeks.

I feel safe. Wanted. Cared for.

Son of a bitch.