Chapter 274 274

Chapter 274 274
TARA

I felt bad for my husband. Husband. It sounded just perfectly right in my ear.
I really felt guilty about the no-sex policy thing during my period, and it so happened that it was also my wedding night because I wasn’t comfortable and felt dirty about myself. But I read somewhere that the woman could get pregnant.
So, while he was setting up the hot tub, I cleaned up. I knew he wanted me so bad that he was having a hard-on every time we kissed. And God, I only live once, so why not get wild and get dirty once in a while?
Mad leaned down and kissed me, slipping her tongue inside my mouth for a new sensual dance. We’d shared countless kisses, always passionate— sometimes, it was savage, and demanding. 
It always hit different when you loved each other. Right now, it was us sharing our intention, our love, with our souls bound together.
 As his mouth traveled down my chin, I slipped my fingers through his hair and leaned my head back, giving him more access. 
With one hand on my back while the other was rubbing and rolling my nipple, he took my breast with his mouth.
“Mad.” I moaned his name, throwing my head back. I loved the feel of his rough tongue against my sensitive nipple. As he took my other breast with his mouth, I untied the knot of my bikini and glided my hand between his thighs, wrapping my fingers around his thick, erect cock. 
He groaned into my nipple. The vibration sent a wave of sensation directly between my legs. I grew wet for him, and the ache intensified. It didn’t matter where he touched me. His scorching hand always sent a thrill of excitement and pleasure throughout my body.
I stroked him up and down as he sucked my nipple, tugging it between his teeth. 
“Mad, please?” I cracked my eyes open.
“Hmmm?”
“I want you now.” I looked at him.
He froze, releasing my nipple. His blazing gaze locked with mine, filled with unbridled hunger. “Are you sure?”
“Never been sure.”
“We can use a condom—”
“No. No condom.” I spread his leg as I kneeled and lifted my hips, guiding the head of his cock at my entrance. 
“If you think I would feel dirty, never, but if it hurts, you tell me, okay?” He splayed his hands over my hips as I nodded.
Shuddering at the first touch of his shaft against my sensitive skin, I rubbed it over my wet entrance before sitting onto his cock. I could feel his erection slide inside me, so hard and thick. I cupped his face to kiss him and moaned at the sensation. 
I sat there unmoving, reveling in the overwhelming feelings of his cock in my slickness, and then I tightened my walls around him as I began moving up and down in deliberate slowness. 
He groaned, breaking the kiss. “You feel incredible, baby.”
“Don’t go slow. Fuck me.” I looked at him. He met me with his hot and hungry gaze. “I wanna feel you.”
Something flicked in his eyes— dark and possessive. He then tightened the grip around my hips and slammed his dick inside me, and he wasn’t gentle about it. He drove into me without mercy while I bounced in his grip, giving me what I wanted and what I asked for. 
And then I snaked my arms around his neck, pushing his head into my breast. He didn’t deny me. No words necessary— he knew what I wanted.— he took my nipple with his mouth, sucking me harder— fucking me with violent precision.
“God.” I moaned. It felt so good. 
“Baby, I want to fuck you good.” 
My eyes flew open. “In bed?”
We barely made it to the bedroom when he grabbed me by the hair, forcing me to look at him. His pupils dilated, eyes darkening. And then he claimed my mouth and kissed me with such fierceness. 
We kissed like there was no tomorrow. Before I could take another breath, I found myself bent over the bed, exposed wide open for him. He gripped my hips hard and spanked my ass. 
My heart jumped, my insides clenching with anticipation. Then he was on me, bending over me as his tip pressed against my folds.
Eager to fill me, I pushed my ass back. He didn’t disappoint. His entry was rough, borderline violent. The thrust was fast and hard.
I groaned. My fingers clutched fistfuls of the sheets. Even if I was wet enough for him, his thick cock was like a hammer inside me. His thrusts were burned and savage. And then he pulled me, one hand gripping my throat, forcing me to arch my back against him as he slammed into me, while the other glided between my thighs, finding my clit. 
My heart sped up.
“God!” I screamed as it felt so good. His finger and cock found their rhythm, and the pleasure spread through my body like hot wire.
“Baby, you feel so good. You’re hot and tight.” He grunted with his savage thrusts. The grip on my throat tightened— it should terrify me, but that part of my life was over, and I trusted my husband and he would never intentionally hurt me— the nerve in my clit thrummed in pleasure, heightening the sensation. 
“Mad. God, don’t stop.” The tension crests in hot waves. The sensation became too much— too overwhelming— my senses heightened. My orgasm was about to explode—
I cried out in frustration as Mad pulled out. For a second, I thought he would leave me aching, punishing me for a sexless wedding night, but he changed his position. 
He flipped me onto my back, and he hedged his knee between my legs with one arm under my head, and the other wrapped over my chest so he could push me on my side.
With one smooth stroke, he thrust in. I sucked in a breath at the feeling of him so deep and the sudden fullness. He palmed my breast and breathed against my ear. 
He grunted. “Did I fuck you hard enough?”