Everything’s fucking white. The entire world’s gone ten shades paler like someone drew the damn shades in front of me.

All I can make out are blurry outlines—dark shapes that seem to hover somewhere in the distance.

Something tickles my nose, and I fight the urge to scratch it.

Strange.

I don’t dwell long on the sensation, though. At the moment, I’m more than a little distracted by the cock currently ramming away inside of me.

“Fuck yes!” I scream, grinding my pussy harder against it.

I’m currently in pretty much my favorite place on earth: cervix deep around a truly massive cock, riding it like a fucking jockey.

Pun most definitely intended.

Like, when people talk about paradise or heaven, this is exactly what I imagine. No exhaustion, no bullshit morality—just a never-ending fuck fest, with me on top, of course.

Sign me up for that slice of paradise.

I arch my back as the guy underneath me raises his hips higher, shooting fucking fire through me. My head slams hard into something solid as I rise.

“Oof!”

The sounds of my own laughter echoes around me.

“Are you okay?” the blurry outline with the huge dick asks.

“I’m sooo good,” I say, resting my hands against his chest for support.

Something flashes up me as I do. Bright light hits me directly in one eye. I lean in slightly, inspecting the source of the shimmer.

Oh, right, I think, watching the way the ring sparkles brilliantly on my finger.

That’s going to take some getting used to.

There’s a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach that I can’t attribute entirely to what’s going on in my cunt right now. I feel it building up inside me, seeming to migrate to my chest.

It’s familiar, but somehow, I can’t seem to place it.

Heartburn?

No, that’s not it.

Large hands rise up in front of me, reaching slowly for my bouncing tits. I feel them rub roughly across my nipples, caressing through the paper-thin lace that’s barely covering me.

“Can you even see?” he asks below me, laughing at some joke I’m clearly not in on.

“I haven’t been able to see all night,” I answer, still doing my best to shove him deeper into me.

He laughs again. “Well, maybe if we got this out of the way.”

A hand leaves my tit, reaching up past it. Suddenly, the veil lifts from my eyes. Funny enough, I totally mean that literally.

He lifts my veil, chuckling as he throws it back over my head.

The soft white lace cascades down my back to pool on the seat, my vision improving immediately.

Well, fuck, that’s helpful.

I glance around at the car; everything’s still painted dimly at this hour of night.

“Why thank you, sir,” I drawl, doing my best Becky impression.

“You’re very welcome,” he says, reaching around to grab me by the ass.

I reach behind me as well, my hand closing over his to push his fingers harder against me. I don’t let go until I feel the bite of his fingernails.

I suck in a breath at the spark of pain.

“Mmm, like that?” he asks, squeezing harder.

I moan in answer, clenching myself tighter around his cock.

“Come here,” he says, voice raspy with pleasure.

He reaches up to my neck, guiding me down toward his mouth. The shadows pool across his face, blinding me even now, my eyes still adjusting to the dark.

His lips crash against mine, tongue probing deep inside my mouth.

The kiss sends that same strange warmth rushing down my throat. Sparks of something other than lust flicker inside of me.

“Fuck, Percy.” He moans as I pull back, staring hard into his obscured face.

I’m suddenly overcome with the urge to look at him—really look at him. To see him looking back at me.

I focus hard, willing my eyes to cooperate.

The dark evaporates slowly, stubbornly refusing to disappear. After a few more moments, though, shapes start to emerge.

His nose, his eyes, and finally his lips.

As I stare, they pull back into a wide grin.

“What?” Anton asks, smiling up at me.

“Nothing,” I answer, wearing my own grin. “Just looking at you.”

He laughs, pulling me down into another fiery kiss.

“Well, good thing you like looking at me,” he says. “You’ll be doing a lot of it, Mrs. Lanteri.”

“You bet your ass I will, Mr. Lanteri.”

He sits up quickly, his hands grasping at the thin white lace of my lingerie. With a single solid tug, he tears the fabric apart.

My tits spill out toward him, greeted immediately by his mouth.

I wrap my fingers into his hair, pulling hard while he sucks roughly at my hardened nipples.

My husband—fuck, that’s fun to say—my husband drives his dick deeper into me, one hand on my ass and the other groping my free boob.

“Fuck, I love you!” I shout, riding him like the world’s about to end. I’m amazed how easily the words come; they feel so right rolling off my tongue.

“I love you, too, Percy,” he answers, lips parting from my nipple.

I pull even harder at his hair, tilting and forcing his head back, crushing my lips to his. This kiss is totally about lust.

I may love the man, but I’m not about to make love to him.

Just because I’m married doesn’t mean I’m giving up on rough sex. No fucking way.

I pull his lip between my teeth, biting down like he’s the world’s sexiest steak—just my way of reminding him how things are between us.

“Fuck, Percy!” he yells, looking super irritated when I laugh.

“That’s right,” I say, grinding myself onto his throbbing cock. “Fuck me, Anton.”

He does. He shoves himself so deep into me it hurts in the absolute best way.

I moan in ecstasy, driving myself ever harder against him.

I feel myself getting close, my pussy clamping down around his cock. My husband’s cock.

Fuck, that’s wild.

I lean back, looking at him in amazement.

Honestly, I really think I could look at that face for the rest of my life and actually be happy to do so. Fucking weird, I know.

His fingers dig into my ass again as mine tug roughly at his hair.

I reach out quickly, hand sailing through the air toward him.

Slap!

Seriously, it’s surprisingly loud.

Shock crosses his face, anger quick on its heels.

I’m not sure exactly what I’m expecting him to do with that, but his palm smacking hard against my cheek the next second certainly isn’t it.

My face stings terribly as he pulls his hand away.

God, it’s been a while since I was slapped. I honestly forgot how good it hurts.

I look down to find him smiling widely up at me.

In this moment, I’m absolutely certain that I married the right man.

My face continues to throb as I come, screaming his name the entire time.