Til Debt Do Us Part (Married At Midnight #4)

Chapter 30

Thirty

Dare

T he sight of Talia perched completely naked on my bed, her beautiful tits rising and falling as she sucks in breaths, sends blood straight to my already-hardening cock.

Not every woman has this effect on me.

No, that’s not true.

No woman has this effect on me. No woman but Talia.

She looks up at me with unsure eyes, her ruby lips swollen and tempting. Now that I’ve gotten a taste of Talia, I want all of her. No, fuck that. I need her. And I won’t stop until I’ve had my fill, either.

I’m hoping like hell she won’t scream bloody murder to stop me now, because I’m not sure letting her out of this room without sinking my hard cock into her hot pussy is something I’m truly capable of.

Stripping off my shirt and slacks, I jerk my head to the floor. “Clothes off, now. Don’t fucking argue with me. I don’t want to hear anything except the sound of your panties hitting the floor.”

Talia’s eyes widen. For a moment, I think she’s going to protest. But I rip my shirt off and arch a brow at her.

“Do it, wife. It’s time that we consummated the marriage. Fuck, I think I have wanted to be inside you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

She tosses her hair and looks at me quizzically. “You weren’t saying that when you were forcing me to get a makeover at the beach house.”

I snort. “Don’t act like you don’t want my cock inside you so badly that you don’t even know what to do with yourself. Now strip.”

To my surprise, she looks indecisive for only a few second before she tugs up the hem of her dress and flings it onto the floor. She’s still wearing the black push up bra and matching thong and looking at her makes my cock throb with need.

“Fuck, darling girl. Take those panties and bra off before I rip them to shreds.”

Talia hesitates again. I cross the floor in a few steps, a determined look on my face. She fumbles to rip her bra off and skim her panties down her legs just before I grab her ankles, pulling her legs towards me and positioning her exactly where I want her.

Her pussy shines in front of me like a promise.

My eyes rake up her body, drinking in the curves of her hips, the dip in her waist, the swell of those breasts that I can hardly keep my mouth off of, full and soft and perfectly round…

“You look like a fucking goddess, Talia,” I say, as my eyes crash into hers, obliterating any doubts I may have had about sinking into her again when I see the look in her eyes.

She’s soft.

Warm.

Open and welcoming.

As fucking hungry for this as I am, obviously.

And as she squirms beneath me, as I finally sink every single inch of my hard cock into her velvety pussy, she looks so fucking sexy I think I might lose it right then and there.

“Fuck, Talia!” I shout at her, almost angry at how fucking attracted to her I am. She’s fucking irresistible and with a body that feels this good, that looks this good, I know I can easily become addicted to the way she feels wrapped around my cock.

For now, though, I just hold on for the ride.

My hands grip her hips tightly, pulling her pussy further down on my cock, needing to feel the depths of her as she spasms around me.

“Dare, your cock feels so good,” she moans, her hands clawing at my shoulders as I slam into her with all my strength. Slowly, I pull out of her, tearing my eyes from her gaze and watching as her pussy grips my cock as I slide in and out of her.

Mesmerized, I push myself in, watching carefully, going as slowly as I can as I sink into her again and again. She envelops me in her heat, slick and writhing beneath me as if she can’t get enough.

“Say it again,” I demand, looking up at her again, her words turning me on just as much as the sight of her pussy wrapped around me.

She meets my gaze, lifting her chin once more and jutting her tits out towards me.

“I love the way your cock fills me up,” she moans, the words barely scraping across her lips as I slam into her before she can get them all out. I throb hotly inside of her, relishing the slide in and out of her, slowing down as much as I can, but thrusting inside of her hard and fast. She spreads her thighs wider, wrapping them around my hips and pulling me deeper inside as I slam into her over and over, her tits swaying beneath me, her face flushing with pleasure.

I swell with pride knowing I put that there. When she groans in my ear, sultry and seductive and sexy, I know I’ll never forget the way she’s looking at me. The sounds she makes. The way she feels, wrapped around my body. It only makes me want to fuck her harder, longer, faster.

I grip her thighs and do just that, my hips flying through the air, my cock rocking into her with a steady rhythm the leaves her screaming my name.

“Dare, Dare, Dare, yessss!!!” She shouts, her cries echoing up through the room.

I know she’s close to coming, and so am I, the pressure building up inside of me like a volcano waiting to explode all over her.

But it’s way too soon for that…too easy, too predictable…

I pull out of her and the whimper that escapes from her lips is almost cute. She looks up at me, her eyes half-questioning, half-disappointment, but I ignore her completely. I’ll wipe it all away soon enough.

“Get up,” I demand. She looks up at me, hesitating, not moving. I grab her hips with a twinge of impatience, turning her over so that her ass is up in the air, leaving her open and vulnerable to me in the most delicious way. My hand lands on her ass, slowly admiring the soft flesh.

“You’ve got a great ass, Talia. I’ve always liked it,” I whisper. The darkness of my bedroom, coupled with the unexpected intimacy and the vulnerability she’s showing me with her ass up in the air like this turns me on like crazy.

Seeing Talia, my now wife, in this light, open and available and oh-so-fucking-willing to do as I command makes me high.

Reaching down, I grab a handful of her hair and sink my cock back into her again, then loudly smack her ass with my open palm.

“Oh!” She cries out, quickly looking over her shoulder at me. She squirms, her tits swinging below her. I hit her ass again and she grunts at the unannounced assault, but the way she pushes her ass back onto me so eagerly tells me she wants more of my cock, just as much as she wants my hand on her ass.

I smack her again and again as I continue fucking her, her stinging flesh turning the most beautiful bright pink. She’s so wet, her pussy contracting violently as I sink into her over and over and over, effortlessly and smoothly, our bodies fitting together with surprising ease.

I lean down, my lips finding her neck as I pull her hair back, my cock deep inside of her as I gently bite down. She cries out, leaning back into me.

“You like that? You like my cock?” I whisper into her ear, pressing into her as deeply as I can.

“God, fuck yes! More, give me more,” she says, arching her back and pushing her ass into me.

“You little slut. You can’t get enough, can you?”

She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes glistening with pure lust.

“Don’t stop fucking me, Dare,” she hisses. “Give it to me.”

I shake my head at her wonton display, so uninhibited and unexpected…and so fucking welcome. She’s the perfect little plaything and I am thoroughly enjoying her.

“Touch yourself again,” I demand. “Play with your clit.”

Without hesitation, she props herself up on one arm and reaches down, obeying me like the perfect little slut she is.

“That’s it,” I murmur, picking up the pace of my hips, my cock slamming into her over and over again. Her pussy clenches and grips my cock in waves of spasms that make my balls twitch, my cock ready to explode into her.

I slow down to keep from doing just that, enjoying myself way too much for it to be over.

The slower pace seems to suit her just fine, as she begins slowly rolling her hips in circles on my cock, her fingers still working her clit steadily. She’s lost in her own pleasure, sliding up and down my cock like I’m not really attached to it at all at the moment.

I smirk, watching her slide up and down on me with abandon, igniting the extreme primal lust that I kept buried just below the surface. Talia’s unlocking a part of me that I rarely access and for a few moments, I allow it.

“Talia goddammit,” I roar, gripping her hips again and unable to take it slow any longer, I plow into her with as much strength as I can muster, my hips flying into her, harder and faster and deeper, my cock throbbing with hungry heat.

“Dare, fuck, my god!” She whimpers below me, holding onto the bed to brace herself as I search for the release I so desperately need now. Her pussy has a grip on me, it has taken hold of not just my cock, but my brain and I know in that moment that I’ll never get enough of her.

She's so tight.

So fucking wet.

So fucking perfect.

And she’s my fucking wife.

“Come here,” I growl, rolling her over again until she’s on her back, looking up at me with those big eyes, her thighs falling open and waiting for me to dive right back inside of her.

As soon as my cock slides back in, she wraps herself around me completely — her thighs around my hips, her arms around my chest, pulling me in as close as she can while I fuck into her. Her lips brush against my ear as her moans echo into my brain, the sensation of having her entire body completely wrapped around me just entirely too much to bear.

“Fuck me, Dare, fuck me. Please . Please don’t stop,” she begs, the words spilling from her throat. She’s lost all inhibitions and it’s the sexiest she’s ever looked. “You feel so fucking good. Your cock is so hard inside me. I fucking love the way you are making me feel!”

Her words take me right to the edge. My lips crash into hers again, possessing her, the feeling of her submitting below me sending a surge of adrenaline rocketing through my veins, my heart racing with the darkest desire to consume her completely and make her mine.

In that moment, nothing matters outside of this room.

Talia’s pussy belongs to me.

Talia’s entire body belongs to me.

Talia, whether she knows it now or not, is mine. That engagement ring on her fucking finger has become her wedding ring, tying us both together for life.

My tongue tangles with hers, her body soft below me, taking every inch of me with ease, as if she’d been made to take everything my body has to give to her.

I tear my mouth from hers, slam my cock inside of her once more and glare down at her.

“You’re fucking mine now, Talia, do you fucking understand that?”

She nods, her eyes wide.

“Fucking say it! Say it now!” I demand, a wildfire of desire consuming me completely.

“I’m yours, Dare. Fuck me like I’m yours. All yours.”

Her words send me spiraling.

The thought of Talia, of her exquisite body, being all mine sends me crashing over the edge at last, the thought too much to contain within my flesh.

We shudder together with desire, with need, with savage and brutal lust, my cock exploding inside of her as wave after wave of my primal, intense, white hot heat pours into her, sending her into her own dance of lust, her fingernails tearing at the flesh on my back, my name dripping from her lips like a curse.

“Damn you, Dare! Damn you!”

Her head falls back on the bed, her eyes close as I capture her lips in mine again, my cock slowly sliding out of her soaked pussy. I smile down at her, drinking in her weakened state, immensely proud that I was the one to put her in that condition.

She’s never looked more beautiful.

Breathing hard, I lie on my back and stare up at the ceiling. Talia rests next to me, eventually shifting her weight so that she rolls on her side and throws her leg across my thigh. I’m surprised she doesn’t say anything or make herself vulnerable any other way. She curls on her side, almost just touching me but not quite.

Due to the difference in our heights, I can put my arms over my head and not intrude on her space more than she wants.

I feel Talia looking at me so I arch a brow. “What?”

“Nothing. Just… You know. That was the first time that we ever actually had sex. It’s kind of like we were saving ourselves for marriage or something.”

I rumble out a laugh. “Speak for yourself. I didn’t save fuck all for marriage. I’ve tried everything.”

She puts her elbow up underneath her head and gives me an inquisitive look. “Yeah? Everything?”

“Well. Not everything. But everything I want to try.”

She nods slowly, taking a moment to absorb that tidbit. “Got it. So basically, that was nothing new for you.”

She starts to roll away but I snake a hand out, fast as lightning and grip her upper arm. “Just wait a second. You don’t have to do any of that.”

“Any what?”

“All this huffing and puffing and pretense that girls always do. You don’t have to pretend with me. Just like I don’t have to pretend with you. That’s what makes our fake relationship work. Mutual dishonesty.”

She rolls her eyes but I draw my hand down her arm, grabbing her by the wrist and settling her hand onto my chest.

She’s still a little huffy but I just ignore that. It’s natural that her ego tells her to act that way, but I understand exactly what our relationship is. I give her money; she gives me a wife and a child. Transactional would be a fair way to describe it.

“We don’t need the artifice. There is no reason for putting on a show here.”

She arches a brow. “That sounds an awful lot like you're promising to be honest with me. Are you saying that?”

I shrug, clearing my throat. “Sure. As long as you are honest with me in exchange.”

“About everything? Even money? Even if it doesn’t flatter your ego?”

I laugh. “The truth rarely does. But yeah, I’m pretty much saying that.”

She looks at me and then yawns. Her head drops down onto my chest and she settles in like she has been doing it just like that for all of eternity.

I’m a little befuddled as to how to proceed, but I drape my arm around her loosely and stare up at the ceiling, contemplating my next move tomorrow. She falls asleep on my chest and soon the rhythmic sound of her deep breathing pulls me under.