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Authors: Megan Michaels
Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3) (19 page)
Libby groaned, her neck lengthening as she closed her eyes tilting her head backward.
“Your hot cunt just winked at me, baby. You want something to squeeze?”
“Yes, Daddy. Oh, God.” One hand reached out, squeezing his upper arm in a death grip.
“Okay, sweets.” Maddox knelt before his bride, grabbing an ass cheek in each hand, tugging her forward, jamming his tongue into her hot, soft sheath. Her juices dripped down his face quickly. He lapped at the sensitive, slick tissue, fluttering his tongue over her clit, her body rocking on his face. Her sweet nectar is coating his tongue, and her scent filling his nostrils. His cock was so hard that Maddox worried he may not be able to hold his ejaculation back. His little vixen apparently had needed this all day.
Libby growled deep in her chest, her hands wove into his brown curls, pulling so tightly his scalp burned with the intensity. Her breasts bounced on his head, and he fought the instinctual urge just to rip her dress away, letting them spill out, plump and ready for sucking.
Maddox focused on her clit, taking his time to lick carefully along the edges, flicking the hardened tip, now exposed from its hood. He lightly sucked on it, blowing little puffs of air onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.
She had begun to sigh and mewl, writhing on the table, the wood creaking under her weight, her mound grinding upon his face. When Libby started panting and whining, Maddox jammed his tongue into her slick, hot channel, licking the sensitive areas, his nose rubbing frantically on her clit, she stiffened, her muffled shouts barely contained behind her closed lips, her thighs and knees squeezing him in a vice-like hold.
Her shaved, now sticky mound bounced off his face, and he swore the power of her legs would pop his head off. He licked, lapped, and sucked furiously his face dripping with her sweet, musky juice.
Libby’s body relaxed, and she slumped onto her back on the table, panting loudly. “Christ, am I alive?”
“Obviously, my dear. I, on the other hand, will more than likely have a splitting headache. Your thighs can challenge any nutcracker, baby.” Maddox rubbed his temples dramatically, sending her into peals of laughter.
He reached into his tuxedo pants, pulling out a handkerchief. He assumed it was more for looks than anything, but today it would serve a primary purpose for his babygirl. He grasped her by the hips, pulling her to the edge of the table, watching their juices seep from her coating her from her taint to her small little asshole.
“Let’s clean you up girl before you drench this silk and lace.” He wiped the excess of their lovemaking from her and ran it over his face too before tossing the cloth to the floor. “Now, I think your husband would like to fuck you a little senseless before we have to deal with all the formalities that await us out there.”
She giggled, and he swore, he’d never tire of hearing it. “Yes, please.”
Maddox quickly dropped his pants and boxers; his cock ached it was so hard. He stroked the hot, steel length smirking at his lovely wife. She didn’t notice him smiling at her, her focus was on his penis, and she licked her lips reflexively.
“Nope, this isn’t going in your mouth—not yet. I need to feel your hot little cunt squeezing it, baby.”
She squirmed on the table, unable to hold still, her hips rising.
Maddox situated himself between her thighs; he impaled himself up-to-the hilt inside her with one thrust.
Libby arched her back, her head tilted back, moaning with the thrust. “Oh, God.”
Maddox pounded her flesh quickly, her musky scent filling the air, leaning forward he plumped her breasts in his hands wishing to toss the damn dress aside.
Later.
His hips slapped against her ass, his balls tingling. He slapped her hips, causing her to clench around him so tightly he had to grit his teeth to avoid losing it too quickly.
“Jesus!”
She reached out to pull him to her, but he shook his head. “No kissing. I want this is to be rough, girl.”
Libby whined, frustrated, wanting
her
needs to be met on her terms. However, Maddox liked pushing her, keeping her on edge, and when it was over, she always commented that she liked the forced denial. Liked being thwarted and frustrated, it made her orgasm that much harder every time.
He cupped her ass in both hands holding her hips up, thrusting into her with a renewed fervor, and when he felt her quivering and panting, close to her orgasm, he slipped his thumb into her little pucker, pumping it in time with his cock.
Libby wrapped her legs around him like he was her lifeline, the heels of her feet pressed into his ass, pushing him into her so tightly he stiffened, spurting his hot seed into her, spurring her orgasm. She screamed, her voice going ragged, crushing his cock in her vice-like hold.
His semen shot into her in steady streams, mingling with her juices that were gushing over his rod. Once both were depleted, they collapsed into each other’s arms, kissing slowly and languidly.
“How was your first fuck as Mrs. Parks?”
“Magical. As always.” She looked up at the ceiling, tears filling her eyes.
“Oh, no. What’s wrong?” Maddox felt concerned that he’d pushed her too far, maybe he shouldn’t have made her come to the cottage.
“I’m just so happy to be Mrs. Parks. I never thought I’d be happy again, and I never thought in a million years that I’d be with a younger man.
Ever.
I hope you’ll be as happy with me as I am with you.” She wiped at the tears that fell from her eyes.
“Mrs. Parks, you listen to me, and you listen good.” He paused until she looked him in the eye. “Are you listening?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She knew when he expected her submission as his little, he appreciated that she obeyed easily…most days.
“You are
never
to question my happiness with you. I’m so content and ecstatic with you, I’m almost giddy—you’re my soul mate, we’re meant to be together. Okay?”
She watched him carefully as he talked, her eyes filling with more tears and then Libby nodded at him, throwing her arms around his neck again. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Now, let’s get dressed before our wedding guests decide to go home.” He slipped out of her as he rose, pulling his pants up. “Oh, and one more thing.”
She stopped climbing off the table, her eyes widening. “Yes.”
“You’ll be fucked like this again on our table at home. I like doing it this way.”
She expelled the air she’d apparently been holding, laughing. “Okay, Daddy.” She slid her dress off the table, and there were only a couple little wrinkles. Her Daddy had kept her dress looking pristine, like they hadn’t screwed their brains out in it.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, babygirl.”
She bit her lip and Maddox wondered whatever she wanted to ask had her worried about his response. “Can I wear panties, please? I mean I have a lot of …juice and …stuff…and—”
“Yes, of course, sweetie.” He went to their suitcase, pulling out her high, white cotton briefs—the ones she usually frowned at for being so “frumpy,” but today she smiled brightly, excited to wear them.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She awkwardly stepped into them sliding them up under her dress, shimmying her hips to get them in place, smoothing her skirt back down.
“Are you ready for the barrage of guests, Mrs. Parks.”
“Yes, Sir.” She slipped her small hand into his, and they walked out onto the rolling hillside, overlooking the valley.
His girl ran off to meet her friends; they waved giggling at Maddox, and he waved back. He shook his head laughing; he didn’t even want to know what they would be talking about. He took this small reprieve, standing alone on the precipice of his new life—a wife, his babygirl, and a future that would hopefully include some children and years of happiness.
Maddox never planned to be with an older woman; it had never been figured into his plans. However, the happiness he had with his girl, superseded any imaginings he had of his future. Libby had told him once that he was her “carnal indulgence.” He knew it was a Catholic phrase, but he looked it up wanting the exact meaning.
The act of favoring or succumbing to sexual desires and appetites
.
If that was the case, then she was
his
carnal indulgence also. Sexually, physically, and emotionally they fit perfect. He’d never apologize or regret having his older woman who was his girl, his wife, his submissive, and—
his Carnal Indulgence.
The Service & Submission Series:
The Widow Wagon Series:
Book Two: More Than She Bargained For
The Desiring The Forbidden Series
Published By Stormy Night Publications
Megan Michaels writes BDSM Erotic Romance that is either Contemporary or Western Historical. Her books delve into Domestic Discipline, Dominance/submission, and all of them have elements of BDSM. Megan Michaels' books are a sensual exploration into erotic romance. She loves a strong, alpha male who spanks, and if that man is a Dom or a cowboy...well then the perfect situation has been created.
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