second is to have eyes only for your man,” he declared as he held her gaze and began to unbutton his shirt in a slow, deliberate striptease.
She watched, her pulse skittering wildly as he shed his clothes one article at a time. First he bared his broad chest and flat stomach. Then each long, muscled leg. By the time he was totally naked her heart was pounding erratically.
“Is it a rule for husbands to be so utterly gorgeous?” she asked in breathless wonder. She never got tired of looking at him. He was all male and the sight of his bold arousal made her giddy with excitement. The longer she stared at his cock the more swollen it became as it pulsed with a life of its own.
His voice was thick with arousal too. “Nope. The husband only has two wedding night rules.”
As he moved closer Callie reached out and traced a finger down one hair-covered thigh. She loved the way his muscles rippled at her lightest touch.
“What are your rules for the night?” she asked, glancing up at him through her lashes.
He knelt beside her and cupped her cheek in his big hand. Then he guided her mouth to his for a slow, thorough kiss that left them both trembling with hunger.
“The husband’s rules are to keep his wife naked and satisfied.” His tone was gruff with need.
“Ooohhh…” Her voice went sultry as she circled his cock with her hand and stroked the smooth, hard flesh. He groaned and reached for the tiny pearl buttons on the bodice of her wedding gown.
“I think I like these Masterson rules,” she said as he bared her breasts and his mouth latched onto one of her nipples. He sucked deeply, first one and then the other as he slowly removed the rest of her clothes. Then his hot mouth made a downward foray across her stomach. He grasped her thighs and spread them, stabbing her clit with his tongue before dipping two fingers into her weeping pussy. He drove her higher and higher until she shattered into a thousand pieces.
“Rylan!” she screamed in the throes of her first orgasm, legs stiffening and toes curling. He drove her wild yet she wanted more. Panting, she pleaded, “I want you in me!”
“Beg, slave,” he tormented as he pressed hot kisses across her stomach again. His fingers never stopped their plunging and plucking. His mouth roamed restlessly, convulsively, as though he couldn’t get enough of her.
“Fuck me.” She knew he loved to hear the words. “Pretty, pretty please,” she coaxed breathlessly, reaching for his cock again. She rubbed her thumb across the head and felt the sticky moisture. Smiling, she knew he wouldn’t be waiting much longer to bury himself in her. He liked to call her his slave but it worked both ways for them.
The satisfaction process took the rest of their honeymoon. The loving process would last a lifetime.
The End
About the Author
Brandi Michaels is a lifelong daydreamer who started creating romances at a very early age. She feels blessed to have been able to share those daydreams with thousands of readers around the world. A lover of books, music and babies of any species, she also feels blessed by a life filled with love, laughter and a passion for writing.
The author welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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Also by Brandi Michaels
Blind Obedience
The Cajun Sheriff
Decoy
Discover for yourself why readers can’t get enough of the multiple award-winning publisher Ellora’s Cave. Whether you prefer e-books or paperbacks, be sure to visit EC on the web at www.ellorascave.com for an erotic reading experience that will leave you breathless.
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She watched, her pulse skittering wildly as he shed his clothes one article at a time. First he bared his broad chest and flat stomach. Then each long, muscled leg. By the time he was totally naked her heart was pounding erratically.
“Is it a rule for husbands to be so utterly gorgeous?” she asked in breathless wonder. She never got tired of looking at him. He was all male and the sight of his bold arousal made her giddy with excitement. The longer she stared at his cock the more swollen it became as it pulsed with a life of its own.
His voice was thick with arousal too. “Nope. The husband only has two wedding night rules.”
As he moved closer Callie reached out and traced a finger down one hair-covered thigh. She loved the way his muscles rippled at her lightest touch.
“What are your rules for the night?” she asked, glancing up at him through her lashes.
He knelt beside her and cupped her cheek in his big hand. Then he guided her mouth to his for a slow, thorough kiss that left them both trembling with hunger.
“The husband’s rules are to keep his wife naked and satisfied.” His tone was gruff with need.
“Ooohhh…” Her voice went sultry as she circled his cock with her hand and stroked the smooth, hard flesh. He groaned and reached for the tiny pearl buttons on the bodice of her wedding gown.
“I think I like these Masterson rules,” she said as he bared her breasts and his mouth latched onto one of her nipples. He sucked deeply, first one and then the other as he slowly removed the rest of her clothes. Then his hot mouth made a downward foray across her stomach. He grasped her thighs and spread them, stabbing her clit with his tongue before dipping two fingers into her weeping pussy. He drove her higher and higher until she shattered into a thousand pieces.
“Rylan!” she screamed in the throes of her first orgasm, legs stiffening and toes curling. He drove her wild yet she wanted more. Panting, she pleaded, “I want you in me!”
“Beg, slave,” he tormented as he pressed hot kisses across her stomach again. His fingers never stopped their plunging and plucking. His mouth roamed restlessly, convulsively, as though he couldn’t get enough of her.
“Fuck me.” She knew he loved to hear the words. “Pretty, pretty please,” she coaxed breathlessly, reaching for his cock again. She rubbed her thumb across the head and felt the sticky moisture. Smiling, she knew he wouldn’t be waiting much longer to bury himself in her. He liked to call her his slave but it worked both ways for them.
The satisfaction process took the rest of their honeymoon. The loving process would last a lifetime.
The End
About the Author
Brandi Michaels is a lifelong daydreamer who started creating romances at a very early age. She feels blessed to have been able to share those daydreams with thousands of readers around the world. A lover of books, music and babies of any species, she also feels blessed by a life filled with love, laughter and a passion for writing.
The author welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
Tell Us What You Think
We appreciate hearing reader opinions about our books. You can email us at [email protected].
Also by Brandi Michaels
Blind Obedience
The Cajun Sheriff
Decoy
Discover for yourself why readers can’t get enough of the multiple award-winning publisher Ellora’s Cave. Whether you prefer e-books or paperbacks, be sure to visit EC on the web at www.ellorascave.com for an erotic reading experience that will leave you breathless.
www.ellorascave.com
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