Free Barefoot Bride for Three by Reece Butler

more in fascination than horror.
    He pulled on his foreskin. A drop at the tip glistened. Staring, she licked her lips. She watched, mouth open. He pulled his sheath all the way back, his deep plum head thick and hard.
    She sat up on her knees, to see better he hoped.
    “If you want me, you’ll have to ask,” he said. “This way, I can be sure you’re ready to be my wife in all ways. Once I enter you, our wedding can’t be annulled.”
    She frowned and bit her lip. She pushed her hair behind one ear with her hand, revealing a firm breast and taut nipple.
    “I want you in every way, Trace Elliott,” she said, almost growling. She reached out her hand, then pulled back. “Can I touch it?”
    “You can do anything you want with me, wife.”
    He stepped to the edge of the bed. She took him in her soft hands. His cock jumped and he immediately realized this was not a good idea. Control only went so far, and he was at his limit.
    She leaned over and licked his tip.
    “Whoa!” He backpedalled so fast he almost tripped over his boots. He’d damn near erupted like a geyser.
    “Did I do something wrong?”
    “Shh, little one,” he said, fighting the urge to plunge deep into her pouting mouth. “I want you so bad I might choke you. Lean back.”
    She did so, heels against the edge of the mattress, knees apart. Her pussy, swollen and red from his mouth, wept for him.
    “Sweetheart, are you ready?”
    She touched herself with one hand, spreading her lips as he had done earlier. “This will make you my husband? No one could take me from you?”
    No one was going to take her anywhere but him for a while. Not even Simon or Jack. No how, no way. Not trusting his wrecked vocal cords, he nodded.
    “Then I want you now.”
    Her red gates clenched as if he was already there. He groaned and stepped close. He set his eager cock between her lower lips, rubbing back and forth while he massaged her breasts. He hadn’t paid near enough attention to them. Her eyes widened when he squeezed her nipples between thumbs and forefingers.
    “Like that, do you?”
    She nodded, so he pinched a little harder. She arched her back. With his next slow thrust his dark purple head stretched her, preparing her to take all of him. He moved slowly, fighting the need to slam deep, to take her hard and fast. But this was about Beth’s needs, not his own.
    Another inch and he hit her barrier. He waited a moment, then pinched her clit. When she arched her back he shoved forward, breaking through. He waited, panting and trembling.
    “You okay?” he growled.
    She nodded. He slid in and out, just an inch or three, building her tension. She writhed, moaning and thrusting herself onto him. He caught her clit between his knuckles. She came, her internal spasms squeezing him, and all bets were off. His control, something he’d staked his life on again and again, shattered when he plunged deep inside her. He pumped hard, clasping her hips and pulling her to him as he thrust forward. Faster and faster as she keened until she clenched against him again and he exploded.
    He jerked like a puppet, pumping his life into his woman.
    His wife.
    His future.
    A slow, satisfied smile appeared on the lovely face below him. He held her hips to stay inside her until his head stopped spinning. A loud buzzing filled his ears and the room tilted. When he pulled out, still semi-hard, the tip of his cock trailed a thin line of red down her thigh.
    He used cool water to wash off the evidence of her lost maidenhead. She barely opened her eyes. He scooped her into his arms and laid her high on the bed. When he lay beside her, she rolled to him, her luscious body half on top of him. He wrapped an arm around her to hold her tight, threw the covers over them with his free hand, and let the world disappear.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    A whisper in her dream made Beth smile lazily. She lay on her back, warm and comfy. A deep, guttural groan erupted nearby. Lips enfolded her