Burning Your Lies (King and Queen Duet #2)

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Savannah

“Are you ready to go?”

The toiletries splayed out across the bed give me my answer before he can.

“Why are you still packing?”

He arches his brow.

“Why are you in a rush? Xavier’s wedding present to us was a private jet to the Maldives. It will leave when we are ready.”

“Maybe I’m excited to be alone with my husband so we can consummate our marriage.”

The grin on my faces unsettles him.

“Oh. After last night, I wasn’t expecting to…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, going back to packing his bags.

“What? You don’t plan to fuck your wife on your honeymoon?”

I gasp.

“How scandalous.”

His unimpressed gaze lands on me.

“No. I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to jump into that so soon.”

I crawl across the bed until I’m in front of him.

“I would have ridden you until sunrise last night. But I wanted to experience just laying in bed with you. For the past fifteen months, I’ve had a nurse invading my right to sleep in peace. But it’s been a long time and I want my husband to claim what’s his.”

His lips press against mine.

“We have the rest of our lives to fuck like rabbits.”

My laugh comes out as a breath. Backing away, I pick up the box of condoms and toss them into the bin.

“We don’t need those.”

Huxley fishes them out.

“Yes, we do. We’re already planning to get Elise back. We don’t need another baby in the mix.”

“It’s a good thing I picked up the pill this morning, then.”

When he freezes, my good mood deflates.

“Are you still worried that I’m going to fuck Xavier?”

“No!”

He rubs his temples.

“I’ve just never … not used one.”

My mouth hangs low. “Never?”

“While there are only a few notches on my belt, they’ve been one-night stands, and I wasn’t risking anything.”

His cheeks tinge with embarrassment and it pushes me into a burst of laughter.

My arms wrap around his neck, and I coo at him.

“Aw! It will be like fucking a virgin! How sweet.”

Huxley steps out of my embrace with a stony expression.

“I think you’ve forgotten how hard I’ve made your eyes roll. Condom or not, I hardly lack experience.”

I’m off the bed and pressed up against him.

“We’ll see. But when you’re deep inside me, where you can feel everything,”

I whisper, “every pulse and spasm while my wet walls are gripping your hard cock, it will feel like your first time. And then we’ll see whose eyes are rolling back.”

The short walk from the car to our home for the next two weeks has left a sheen of sweat on my skin. The small villa is nice and secluded. No matter what window I look out of, I’m met with beautiful scenes of blue skies and bluer water. Humid air prevents me from admiring the view from the balcony for long. An arm pulls me back into the bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

I laugh as he kisses my neck.

“I’m dirty from travelling.”

The hunger in his eyes makes me forget about the cold shower I’ve been dreaming about since we landed.

“I like my women dirty.”

The tip of his nose travels up the length of my neck.

“I’m so fucking thirsty. Be a dutiful wife and give me something to drink.”

I nibble on his earlobe.

“Are you fucking your wife or PA?”

He grabs my ass.

“I’m lucky to have a two-in-one. But the benefit of you being my wife is that I can demand you do it in your underwear.”

His eyes meet mine.

“Strip for me, Mrs Huxley Ray.”

I push one strap of my dress down my arm.

“Why don’t you do it for me?”

The soft groan is music to my ears. His knuckles run down my neck before pushing the straps down my arms. His fingers hook into the neckline and pull the fabric down my torso until my white lace bra is on display. The dress pools around my feet, giving Huxley the chance to eye the lingerie I bought for our wedding night.

“Is that…”

I stroke the soft silk.

“Did you think I wouldn’t want the image of you pulling this garter down with your teeth?”

I step back.

“But first, let me get you that drink.”

He grabs my arm when I go to walk past him.

“Not the drink I want, sweetheart.”

He leaves me standing in the middle of the room as he takes a seat at the foot of the bed.

“Let me just admire that perfect view.”

The lust and love in his eyes are incomparable.

“Turn around.” When I do, he lets out another soft moan.

“Fucking hell. I’ve missed that ass. I don’t know if I want to fuck you with that on or off.”

Deciding for him, I unclasp the bra and let it drop to the ground. Then I bend over, hook my fingers into the waistband, and pull the last of modesty down my legs.

“Come and serve me my drink,”

he orders.

My legs clench as a pool forms between them. With a grin, I turn around and prowl towards him.

“I believe you owe me something first.”

I look down at the garter.

With a devilish smile, he gets on his knees and hooks his teeth into the fabric. The wild look in his eyes, combined with the sight of him on his knees, has me holding onto the bed poster. He drags the material achingly slow down my legs. As he works his way back up, his beard tickles my skin. He places a feather-like kiss on my inner thigh and inhales.

“You smell divine.”

Unable to take the teasing anymore, I say, “Get on the bed.”

I straddle his face.

“I hope you’re thirsty because I’ve bought you an ocean to quench it.”

And with that, I lower myself until his tongue meets my pussy. The sound I emit should horrify me, yet I can’t help but revel in the pleasure of being touched there again.

His tongue darts into my opening and collects my arousal before travelling up and flicking against my clit. When Huxley gently sucks on it, my hands grip his hair and I grind against his face.

“That feels so fucking…”

I yelp when he smacks my ass.

“Just like that. Oh, my god.”

He playfully bites my clit. “Hux!”

He chuckles, but only for a second before his tongue is inside me, as deep as it can go. His burly arms wrap around my thighs, stopping me from moving.

“I’m almost there. Oh god … I’m going to come.”

My hips buck as the most intense orgasm rolls through me. I’m moaning. I’m screaming. I’m riding his face like my life depends on it. And then, I’m collapsing on the bed, trying to catch my breath.

Huxley licks his lips.

“I need to fuck you. Come here.”

He doesn’t wait for me to move, already pulling me towards the end of the bed.

“Spread your legs and bend them at your knees.”

His clothes are on the floor in the blink of an eye, and I’m suddenly staring at his hard cock. He strokes the tip as he stares at me, spread open for him.

“That pussy is so swollen. And so wet.”

My fingers crawl down my torso to between my legs. My arousal covers my fingers before I can even insert them. As I fuck my own fingers, I groan.

“It’s been so long, I can barely fit two fingers inside.”

I tease myself.

“Stretch me with your big cock. Fuck me until I can feel you in my stomach.”

I’ve missed this intensity. I’ve missed feeling this alive. I’ve missed having someone look at me like I am worth it.

Huxley spreads my legs as far apart as he can. He runs the tip of his cock along my slit before rubbing it against my clit, back and forth. Then he stops at my opening.

“This is going to feel so good.”

I grin at him.

“Are you ready?”

His answer is to ease slowly into me. My gasp is swallowed by his mouth on mine. He kisses me hard as he pushes further into me.

“It’s so tight,”

he moans.

“Let me in,” he begs.

I watch as his eyes close in pleasure.

“I’m not pushing you out,”

I say in amusement. Wanting to feel him, I try sitting up.

“Let me fuck you.”

He pushes me back down.

“Give me a second.”

His fingers spread me apart and then he’s pushing deeper inside.

“It’s so fucking tight, sweetheart.”

He looks down at where our bodies are joined.

“You look so good taking my cock like that. Your pussy looks fucking perfect, stretched by my cock.” Grabbing my hips, he slams his length into me and stills.

I rock my hips up and down, needing some stimulation, but Huxley stops me.

“Give me a moment.”

His eyes are closed again as he gasps. The veins in his neck are throbbing. His eyes are closed and his nails imbedded into my hips.

His shaft is throbbing inside me.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can feel it all. It’s so fucking tight.”

He pulls out a little. “Wet.”

He pushes back in.

“Warm.” He pulls out again.

“So fucking warm.” He slams into me. And then Huxley fucks me like he means it. The muscles in his shoulders and arm flex as he pounds me into the mattress.

My wetness drip between my ass cheeks because there is nothing sexier than watching my husband lose himself to sensual bliss because of me. His eyes don’t stop moving, unable to decide what he wants to look at as he fucks me like he knows I’m only his. My index finger and thumb pinch my nipples.

Huxley presses his body against mine, before pulling one into his mouth.

“Pregnancy did wonders for your body,”

he compliments. His teeth clamp onto one of my nipples.

“I want to fuck your tits.”

My fingers pull at his hair. My legs wrap around his waist.

“You can do whatever you want to me. This body is yours.”

The room is filled with a symphony of moans. The bed shakes under the brunt of our assault. Huxley’s filthy promises of what he’s going to do to me have my legs tightening around his waist.

“You took that pill, right?”

he asks between grunts.

“Yes,”

I breathe.

“It’s working?”

I can only manage an incoherent mumble.

He slams into me.

“Good, because I’m about to come inside you and your sweet pussy is going to take it all. Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you take all this cum I’m about to fill you with?”

His hand wraps around my neck as he kisses me. His tongue fights for dominance and when I let him win, he becomes sloppy and lets out the most ungodly groan I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

I feel the first spasm as his cock swells inside me.

“You’re milking me dry,”

he grunts.

My walls suction around his shaft as his warmth meets my wetness. And it’s a glorious feeling. Every fibre of my being quakes with the best pleasure that exists.

While he’s gentler, Huxley doesn’t stop thrusting inside me. His face rests in the crook of my neck.

“It feels so good. I can’t stop fucking you.”

My nails rake up his arms and down his back.

“Then don’t stop. Let’s make up for lost time and just do this for two weeks.”

“I’m still so hard,”

he chuckles. He bites down on my collarbone.

“I literally can’t stop. I wasn’t expecting it to be that fucking amazing. I hope you know we are never using a condom again.”

My laugh makes both our bodies vibrate.

“I want to ride that hard dick.”

With much force, Huxley pulls out of me. His eyes darken at the sight of his DNA dripping out of me.

My fingers reach between my legs and spread it over my sensitive womanhood.

“It makes the perfect lube.”

He grins.

“You don’t need any lube, sweetheart.”

I sit up and kneel on the bed with my legs slightly apart. And like a true tease, I push my fingers inside myself until they are coated with a mixture of both of us. Staring Huxley in the eyes, I suck both of my fingers clean.

“Tastes better than you can imagine.”

“You’re a filthy tease, Mrs Ray-Hayes. What do you want?”

I climb off the bed and kneel in front of him.

“I’m going to clean the mess on your cock. Then I’m going to ride it and make it all filthy again.”