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challenged.
    Bound at the wrists and still in control. Damn, she loved this man.
    Lauren dropped to her knees. She let her expression, her movements, show how he made her feel.
    Sexy. Predatory. Loved.
    His pupils had all but devoured the dark blue as he eyed her every move. He spread his legs wider as she maneuvered between them. She cupped his knees, spread her fingertips, and massaged up the inside of his thighs.
    “Looks like we forgot something.” She toyed with the edge of his boxer briefs.
    “Easily remedied.” Gavin stood and gazed down at her, his expression full of hunger and love.
    Lauren tugged the band and released his heavy cock. On her knees, with Gavin towering over her, Lauren couldn’t resist swiping her tongue over the tip. She captured the bead of his arousal and coated her mouth and throat with his flavor.
    Gavin kicked his briefs away and resumed his seat. “If your plan is to make me come in your mouth, forget it. You didn’t want us to have truck sex for our first time as a married couple. I’m not going to come anywhere but in your sweet pussy the first time.”
    His shoulders rocked as though he was trying to free his hands.
    Lauren leaned in and flicked his nipple with her tongue.
    “Later then. But that doesn’t mean I can’t do this…” Lauren gripped his length and lowered her head. She ran her tongue along the sensitive skin behind his sac. Gavin tensed, but she didn’t stop there. She licked between his balls and straight up the hard ridge of his cock.
    Gavin’s thighs twitched as she circled the head. A guttural noise burst from his chest when she swallowed him whole.
    “Christ, Lauren. Your mouth. It’s fucking heaven.”
    She eased off, gave him her best I’m-just-getting-started stare, and sucked him in again. Just the head this time. No need to get greedy. She knew what he liked.
    Lauren swirled her tongue along the velvety curve of his tip. She captured more of his essence, teasing his slit before taking him to the back of her throat. She held him there, fought to breathe through her nose as she swallowed around him.
    “Enough!” he barked. “Jesus, Lauren, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that. Come up here.”
    She released him and drew in a breath. Her body hummed as though she’d been plugged into an electrical outlet. Giving him pleasure, driving his lust, made her head swim.
    With a parting lick to his shaft, Lauren rose and straddled his lap. The temptation to impale herself on his cock was almost too much to resist. But there was one more thing she wanted to give him.
    “Tonight being our wedding night, I’m offering a two-for-one special on fantasies.”
    “You’re killing me.”
    “Get used to it, cowboy. I aim to make sure you spend the rest of your life completely satisfied. I’m wearing the boots, now all I need is something to ride.”
    “Lauren.”
    She hooked a hand behind his neck and leaned back, giving him a full view of her torso. She rocked her hips. Her pussy slid along the thick length of his shaft, coating him with her arousal.
    “You remember all those times you asked me to touch myself for you? You said you wanted to watch as I made myself come, yet we never seem to make it that far.” Gavin loved watching her so much, he’d end up inside her for a whole different kind of pleasure.
    His cock nudged her clit. Oh. Oh, that felt good. Amazing, actually. She repeated the move, slowly rolling back and forth.
    “Fuck,” Gavin drawled out the single-syllable word.
    “You’d like to watch me come, wouldn’t you, Gavin?”
    His gaze darted to where they were almost joined. “Do it,” he commanded. “And since I can’t touch, you’ll have to do it. Use your free hand to play with your nipple. Go on, Lauren. Play for me.”
    A moan escaped her throat. She cupped her breast, lifted it, squeezed. She pinched and tugged the puckered tip. A mixture of pleasure and pain shot a wave of heat from her chest to settle between her