“You’ve teased me for far too long today. I need to be inside of you now,” I tell her, lifting her to her feet before taking her in my arms and setting her on the bed.
I kneel on the bed and work my way between her spread thighs. Steadying myself above her, I take a moment to simply admire her beauty.
“You’re magnificent. I honestly can’t believe you’re mine.”
Burying my head in her neck, I deeply inhale and groan when her sweet scent floods my system. Flipping onto my back, I pull her up so she’s straddling me. Lust and need consume me—I can’t see anything but red as Scar’s hair falls over me like a curtain of fire.
“Goddamn,” I groan as she grips the base of my cock and sinks down over my piercings. Her breath hitches as she adjusts. “Fuck, Red. You’re soaked for me. Are you going to be a good little wife and come on your husband’s cock?”
Instead of answering, she just nods her head and moans as she slightly rocks her hips. My breath comes out in heavy pants, and she’s so wet I can feel her arousal dripping down my thighs.
“I need to move,” I grunt out. After a single nod from her, I cup the back of her neck with one hand and grasp her hip firmly in the other before ruthlessly bucking up into her.
“Y-yes,” she pants through bated breaths. “You feel so good.”
I simply grunt in response as I continue to work her up and down.
“You’re such a good. Fucking. Wife. And you’re so exquisitelymine.” I punctuate each word with a thrust of my hips, and with each slam of her hips against mine, I feel another inch of my control slipping through my fingers. Instead of spiraling, the feeling is freeing as I relinquish myself completely to my beautiful bride.
It’s as if she can’t get enough, each thrust a brutal claim that has her screaming out for more.
“I’m yours, Scarlett. Only yours. For the rest of my life,” I rasp, breathlessly.
“Only mine,” she gasps as I plunge deeply into her over and over again, swiveling my hips each time I do. “Yes!Bennett,” she moans.
“Oh, fuck! Baby, I’m gonna—” I choke for air as our orgasms hit us simultaneously. “Fuuuck,” I groan into her neck as her pussy pulses around me and I fill my wife to the point I think it’ll never stop. And I hope it never will—these feelings swirling in my chest, this fire burning between us.
I’m going to spend every waking moment for the rest of my life showing my wife how much she means to me.
27
February
My husband has found himself in the sin bin.
I’m not even sure how he found himself dropping gloves with the other team’s goalie, no less, but he did. Even though he’s a massive defenseman, Bennett isn’t typically the enforcer on the ice. He’s more of a skilled, offensive defenseman. So this is honestly the first fight I’ve seen him get in . . . and I’m not mad about it.
I’m also not mad about the seats that we’ve got for the game happening to be next to his team’s penalty box. My seat is literally right next to it with only a pane of plexiglass separating the two of us.
Especially because once he takes a seat in the penalty box, he throws down his helmet and gloves that came off during the fight, and picks up a water bottle. What does he do with said water bottle? Well, he squirts his entire face, neck, and chest with it before wetting his hair and slicking it back. When he throws his head back once more to squirt water in his mouth, I can’t help but squirm a little bit in my seat as I watch in fascination at the way his throat works and his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows.
Fuck, that is stupid hot.
And what’s even hotter is that when he notices I’m sitting right beside him and catches me eye-fucking him, he sends me the most salaciouswink, and holy hell I think I could spontaneously orgasm right here on the spot.
Somehow, in my lust-filled haze, I notice something different about him. Something I hadn’t noticed until just this moment. He’s holding the water bottle with his left hand and instead of the silicone ring we purchased three nights ago, there is now what looks like a black band tattooed on his ring finger with a clear adhesive bandage around it.
Tapping on the glass, I point to my own ring finger before pointing to his and mouthing to him, “What the hell is that?”
His face curls up with a panty-melting smirk and he mouths back,“A tattoo. You like that?”
My eyes widen in realization that he got his very first tattoo, a man who is secretly scared of needles, and I only know this because he went with me to donate blood last month and passed out just from the finger poke they do at the beginning to check your hemoglobin levels.
Bennett scoots closer to me and mouths, “We’re forever, baby girl.”
My heart rate picks up speed and I can’t wait for the game to be over so I can ask him all about his decision to permanently mark his skin. And so I can show him just how much I love it.
Bennett
