Chapter 21

Elsa

I don’t like taking turns.

He was putty in my hands, I could bend him to my every need and want.

I wanted to watch as I tortured him.

To deny him of his release, while making it harder for him not to combust around me.

I feel powerful—drunk on tequila, desire, and pride. I’m sure our audience members will get a kick out of the almighty Prince of Lingerie, begging me.

Underneath him and panting, I fight against his hold, wanting to be on top again.

But his large chest, strong muscles, and thick cock paralyzes me.

He thrust his hips against me, and his cock hits my throbbing clit. I bite my lips, trying to cover my moan, but I have to close my eyes.

The sudden rush of pleasure overwhelms, and I can’t find the willpower in me to hide it.

He kisses my neck, nipping at the raw skin.

“Why don’t you let me show you how it’s done?” he whispers into a sensitive spot behind my ear.

Seriously? Now I know he’s peacocking for the camera.

But I won’t let him win, at least not without putting in one damn good fight—like always.

I wrap my legs around his waist and run my hands in his hair, and I simultaneously dig my heels into his ass, hard, and tug his hair.

He winces in pain and looks at me, anger flashing through his eyes. But he recovers quickly, and stares at me greedily.

Fuck, he’s hungry.

“So, that’s how you want to play this game?”

“I never give in without a fight.” I wink.

His eyes twinkle with excitement, and he smirks.

Suddenly, he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me up.

“Bring it on, angel.”

Taking my shoes off, he carries me to the dresser.

“Is the bed not good enough for you?” I tease him, with my best arrogant expression.

“I like you more…exposed.” He kisses me roughly, effectively shutting me up.

Moving down my neck and licking a path to my breasts, he unwraps my legs and pushes them apart.

My hands run through his hair and my head falls back.

He feels so fucking good.

I see in my peripheral, a blinking red dot—this will look fucking great on camera.

I smile smugly, but Tanner pulls me back quickly, biting hard on my nipple.

“I promise, I’ll bite harder.” He insists with a mouthful.

“Give me everything you’ve got.”

Stepping back from me, he takes my leg and puts it on his shoulder.

He spreads me, making me visible, and I love it.

Not to mention, he looks like a fucking servant, bowing to the pleasure of his queen.

If the shoe fits…and it does, nicely.

His gaze stares down the length of my leg, and lands at my wet cunt. Watching him makes me wet and eager.

Taking a hand, he unhooks my stocking and begins to roll it off me.

Throwing it aside, he makes his way up my thighs and reaches my lace thong.

He fingers the etching, taunting me.

His eyes flicker with delight as he outlines my handiwork.

“Like what you see?”

He tucks a finger into the fabric and strokes it, delicately grazing over my cunt, taint, and ass.

“I want it,” he says, sharply. “I want it all.”

My hips buck against his torturous fingers, and he moves the thong to the side, gliding a finger into my slit.

I moan loudly, needing that pressure.

“I’m going to fuck you here.” He moves closer, lifting my leg up with him, and inserts two more fingers.

Moving them in and out in an agonizingly slow pace, I reach for the edge of the dresser, clutching on to it.

This is a glorious game.

Retrieving his fingers, he traces my taint and circles my ass.

“And I’m going to fuck you here.”

He inserts the tip of his finger there, and I feel needy, yet full. A sharp shiver rushes through me, igniting me, and I reel from anticipation.

“Yes…” I mumble out, trying hard to focus on him.

I need him to fuck me.

“Every fucking inch of you will be filled with me. Up for the challenge?” He asks, like he’s reading my damn mind.

“Always,” I whimper, wanting him to deliver that promise.

He rips my thong off and dives head first into me.

My hips writhe against him instinctively, and I wrap my legs around his head.

His force pushes me back against the wall, and a flower vase and lamp on the dresser crashes to the floor.

I don’t fucking care.

His tongue licks my clit, rubbing it in deliberate circles.

“Fuck, Tanner!” I cry out, pulling at his hair.

He inserts a finger—or two—and hits my g-spot.

God, I forgot how good he was at this.

I missed this—him making me come. I’ve had others after him, and they’ve tried their hardest, but no one has made me come as hard as Tanner.

I’ve haven’t had anything like this…since us.

He sucks my clit, rubbing his fingers against me, and thumbs my ass.

Fuck, this is too much.

My legs tighten around his head, and my body starts to quiver.

“Come for me, angel,” he demands with his mouth full.

I clutch onto the wall behind me, and my ass lifts into his hands—and I come.

Everything in me implodes, and the world around me shatters.

My vision goes dark and my hearing mutes, all I can do is feel.

My orgasm upends me, leaving me raw and sated, while his fingers massage my clit, prolonging my earth-shattering release.

I try to slow my breathing, but once I regain some sense, he kisses me, tenderly, tasting of my sweet musk.

My body quickly reacts, and my need for him replenishes.

Our kiss heats up, and we find ourselves devouring each other—again.

He lifts me in his arms and carries me back to the bed.

Throwing me down, he hovers over me and places himself between my legs.

I instinctively wrap them around his waist, sliding his briefs down his ass with my feet, and shove his cock into me.

He grunts as my wetness envelopes him, greedily taking his twelve-inch long cock.

“Ah! Fuck!” I see stars.

It’s a bit larger than I remember, and it takes me minutes to adjust to his fullness.

Thank god for my orgasm.

“It’s been a minute since you’ve had this big cock.”

“Shut up.” I say, hitting his chest, playfully. “And fuck me.”

“Finally, something I can agree with.” He winks and roughly pounds into me.

“Fuck!”

“Be careful what you wish for, wife.”

I kiss him, wanting him to shut up.

The kiss quickly becomes rough and passionate.

With him fucking me, and our lips crashing into each other, we begin to lose our breath.

Panting, I grasp on to his shoulders, and dig my nails into him.

He grabs the back of my knee and lifts it up, angling his cock deeper in me.

I cry out from the new sensation overwhelming me.

He starts to fuck me harder and faster. Tightening and igniting my nerves.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife.” He grunts out, staring down at me.

I still for a second, but my ache and clenching cunt distracts me.

“You’re going to look so fucking good as mine.”

I moan loudly.

For some reason, this is fucking hot. And at this moment, I don’t care to know why.

I close my eyes, feeling my orgasm on the brink of explosion.

But I begin to lose myself, sinking into a whirlpool filled with every feeling I’ve had for this man—hate, love, longing, anger.

How, in the fuck, does he do this to me?

I scream, feeling like I’ve been whiplashed.

He relentlessly thrusts into me, repeatedly hitting my spot, and my body starts to tense.

“I’m going to put a baby in you,” he accentuates each word with a thrust.

And with that, I release.

“God…yes! Please!”

Another powerful orgasm rips through me, blurring my senses. And I feel his muscles still and begin to quiver.

“Fuck, Elsa.” He pumps into me, filling me with his cum.

We fall into each other, breathing heavy, and slightly fatigued.

His head falls into the crook of my neck, and he gently kisses me, ticking me with his lips and tongue.

I curl my shoulder up, nudging him away, and he laughs.

The deep vibration sends shivers down my spine, and he brushes over them with his fingers, exploring my body.

“Why would you ever want to put a baby in me?” I ask, remembering what he said as reality comes back to me.

“We’d have some mighty fine babies,” he hums, distracted by his travels.

“Oh my god,” I laugh. “Now I definitely don’t want to have a baby with you..” I push him away.

“What? It’s true. I’d never lie when it comes to you,”

I shake my head and reach up to stretch my body.

He eyes me, lust refilling his eyes.

Oh, no.

Round three? How in the hell?

He flips me over, and continues to brush my skin, his hands gravitating around my ass.

Oh right, now I remember.

He circles above and below it. He fingers my inner thighs, and moves between my cheeks.

And like magic, my cunt begins to pulsate, throbbing for his touch. It’s amazing how quickly he can rile me up, making me want him again so quickly.

I arch my back and lift my ass in the air, spreading my thighs open.

“I see you like me again.”

“You must be a goddamn wizard or something.”

He kisses my shoulder and bites it.

“Ah.”

“You want me to fill you, angel? Make you come…again?”

I’m already breathless, eagerly anticipating him.

“Please.”

He fingers my ass, teasing and rubbing it. The sensation warms and excites me.

He dips a finger in my already soaking wet cunt and coats my ass with its juices.

Doing this a few times while kissing my lower back, he squeezes his hand between my body and the bed and rubs my clit.

It electrifies me, making me wild and insatiable.

“Top drawer, lube. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I’ve done this before, and I know there is no way in hell that cock of his will get anywhere in my ass comfortably.

We’ll need all the lube we can get.

He complies and does quick work in lubing himself and me, while warming and loosening me up.

He inserts the tip of his thumb into my hole, and then fully inserts it.

He continues to massage my clit, relaxing yet reeling me.

“God, I can’t wait to claim you as mine.”

“Claim me?” I fight back. “More like worship me.”

I push my ass against him, making sure he knows what ass he’ll be kissing, and he groans.

And like a good servant boy that he is, he kisses my ass and licks my hole, inserting a finger.

“My pleasure, wife. I’ll fucking worship every inch of you, every day.”

He grabs my hips and pulls me into him. He lubes himself again and slowly fills my ass with his hard, full cock.

I wince, his fullness stinging at first, stretching me farther than I’ve been in a while, but he eases me into it, never leaving my clit unattended.

I push back against him, wanting more.

Tanner Sharpe worshiping me, and literally kissing my ass, is something I’d gladly get used to.

Hell, if this is what being married to him is like, well then, call me Mrs. Sharpe.