The Warlord Claims His Bride by Jenika Snow Page B

focus on the tight hole that he was about to fuck. Gods, he loved spanking her, and so he did it a few more times until she was all but grinding herself back on him. He grabbed his cock, stroked himself from root to tip, and loved that she gasped out in pleasure when she looked over her shoulder and saw what he was doing. He slid his finger slowly between her cheeks and rested the pad of his thumb on the tight hole in the center. “ Lass , tell me ye want me tae fook yer arse good and hard.” He removed his thumb and placed the tip of his dick against her anus.
    “Ye ask me every time, Bronson.” She stared at him right in the eyes, and her red hair slid along her shoulder and covered one of her breasts that swung freely beneath her.
    “Fook, Genevieve , if ye only knew what ye do tae me with a look alone.” He breathed out heavily. “I could fooking devour ye whole right now, until there is nothing left.” He bent down and kissed both globes of her ass, and then slid his tongue over the small of her back, and along the length of her spine. He straightened and stared at her bottom once more. He knew her tight hole would strangle his cock with pleasure when he slid it in, and he was nigh about to burst as it was. Although he would have filled her with his cum, because Bronson wanted far more children, Genevieve had wanted this, and what kind of husband would he be if he denied his lovely wife?
    His bollocks were heavy, but he knew she’d take all of him and beg for more. Her pussy lips were smooth and swollen, and he could see the red thatch of trimmed hair that covered her mound and her pussy lips. Fuck, Bronson loved that shade of red. Her sweet wetness continued to spill from her the longer he stared at her. She was so damn primed for him that his cock gave a mighty jerk forward with impatience.
    He slid his fingers across her soaking slit and brought the fluid to the tip of her clit, lightly stroking it. Feeling a jolt of pleasure wash over him at her sexual moan, he continued his ministrations. He brought his fingers back to her pussy hole, coating them in her juices again, and then plunged his fingers into her. Immediately her inner muscles gripped his fingers and tried to suck him in deeper. “What a greedy little thing ye are.” Her wetness dripped down his hand as she climaxed from his words and the way he fucked her with his fingers. Before her orgasm faded, he brought his soaked fingers to her asshole and coated the small hole. It glistened in the soft light, making his cock jerk hard once more. She tensed. “It’ll be good, so fooking good, lass.”
    Ever so slowly, he slid one finger into ass and let her muscles adjust to the size. He played with her for a little bit, stretching her hole with his finger, and then added another one. When he thought she was good and stretched out for him, nice and lubed from her own lubrication, he slipped his fingers from her and placed the tip of his cock at her anus again. It was hard as hell not to just shove into her and fuck her. He started to push into her and gripped onto her hips. She clenched around his cockhead, and once he was past the tight ring of muscle, he slid deep inside of her easily. They both groaned when he bottomed out inside of her, and gritted his teeth at the pleasure that coursed through him. “That’s it, darlin. Do ye feel me filling ye, claiming and owning every part of yer body?”
    “Aye, Bronson,” she gasped out. “I am yers.” She was facing forward again, her head downcast, and sweat starting to coat her body. He wanted to lick those beads of perspiration off.
    He groaned at those words. He started to pull out of her, and then pushed back inside. Over and over he pumped in and out of her, starting slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed with each passing second.
    “Oh, gods, Bronson. Aye, that is exactly how I like it.”
    “Ye like my big cock inside of yer arse, don’t ye, lass?”
    She nodded, and he grinned, even