Lassoing the Virgin Mail-Order Bride(24)
The sight only turns me on more, and I feel myself giving her more of my seed. I place my hand on her lower belly as I keep cumming into her, hoping it takes root. It’s the longest and best orgasm of my entire life, and she gave it to me.
When I finally come back to earth, Clare has collapsed on top of me and is breathing hard. I smile and pet her as we both catch our breath, trying to come up with something to say. It was the single most incredible moment of my life and I can’t find the right words to convey that to her.
“I love you, Mrs. Clare McCallister.”
She leans up and looks into my eyes, smiling at me like I hung the moon. “I love you, too, Mr. Cash McCallister.”
We stay connected as I hold her to me, and slowly we start to make love again. I don’t think there’s a time when we stop or when we sleep, instead spending the whole night together as intimately as possible. She’s the most special thing in my life, and I thank the stars above she chose me.
Chapter 11
Clare
“Cash. Please,” I beg as his callused hand slides between my legs, up my dress, inching closer and closer to where I want it. I try to wiggle closer, but his other hand grips my hip, halting me. I might have gotten Cash on his back that first night, but I haven’t had much control since then. He does with me whatever he likes. Picking me up and moving me where he wants me. This whole brute caveman thing should make me want to smack him, but all it seems to do is turn me on and make me beg.
“You still sore, sweetheart?” he whispers in my ear before taking my lobe between his teeth. We haven’t had sex since our wedding night. We’d made love three times that night, and the next morning I’d woken up pretty sore. Now he won't take me again and it’s driving me crazy. I’ve been fine to go since yesterday, but he still shut me down, going with the classic head between my legs until I passed out and couldn’t beg anymore.
“No. Just please. I need it. It hurts, Cash. I…” I try again, wiggling my hips a little, and I feel him smile against my neck. His hand moves to the nape of my neck, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tilting my head back.
“Oh, I know what you need. What you were doing the second I walked in here. Do you like turning me on? Knowing you’re moving around this kitchen with my eyes on you, my cock getting harder with each sway of your hips? Do you do it on purpose? Trying to get me to sink into your * again?”
“Oh, God.” That was another thing. Cash’s dirty talk had increased tenfold since our first night together. The man could leave me utterly speechless. I go from wanting to smack him to attacking him with my mouth and climbing him like a tree. Sometimes I think he pokes at me on purpose to get me worked up.
His hand tightens in my hair, giving a little pull. “It’s Cash, sweetheart. Don’t make me tell you again. Only my name comes from that mouth of yours when you’re all wet.” If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d smile at the fact that he just got jealous of God.
“Cash, please.”
“Answer me,” he growls against me, his hand trailing a little farther up my legs. “Fuck.”
It takes everything in me not to giggle. Oh, I did this on purpose all right. Took me an hour to trim six inches off the dress so it barely covered my ass, and I ditched my underwear. I was getting Cash to make love to me again today, one way or another.
I can feel his control break as his fingers finally touch me. I’m so close I know it won’t take much.
“Touch it. I ache, Cash,” I push.
“I shouldn’t. I should make you ache like you’ve made me ache all day, but you know how much I like to watch you cum. Seeing you come undone for me.” He leans back, locking his eyes on mine. His gray eyes seem darker, filled with pure lust. One finger trails down my slit until he reaches my sweet spot. He pushes his way into me, filling me perfectly. I swear my body was made for him. It’s how it feels every time he touches me. It’s like he knows just what to do with me.
His name falls from my lips in a long moan as his thumb starts to work my clit.
“You wish that was my cock, sweetheart? That I was pumping in and out between your legs?”
I don’t answer him. I just try to go for his jeans. He pulls my hair a little tighter, halting my movements once again as he continues to thrust his finger in and out of me.
“Give it to me.” He growls the command, sending me over the edge. I feel his body shake with mine like he’s cumming with me. He enjoys my pleasure just as much as I do “That’s it, Mrs. McCallister. Give your husband what he wants. What belongs to him.”
My body jerks as the intense rush of the orgasm simmers and fades.
“Say it.”
“Yours. Only yours.” It comes so simply from my lips now because it’s true. I know how much he likes when I tell him I belong to him.
“Cash. I want more.” I try to go for his jeans again, but I’m pulled off the kitchen counter and placed behind him as I hear the front door open.
“Something sure smells good in here,” I hear Earl say. I try to peek out from behind Cash, but he moves with me so I can’t see anything.
Cash mumbles a low string of curses.
“Eat,” is all he says before he turns to look down at me, a scowl on his face. He leans down close to my ear so only I can hear him. “Get your little ass into our bedroom. Grab a blanket and put some shorts on under whatever this thing is you’re wearing. I don’t know what it is but it sure ain’t a dress.”