Chapter 7

“That cunny’s mine,” he growled out and before I could respond, he was sucking and licking my folds as if he were a dying man enjoying his last meal. He wrapped his left arm around my thigh, and placed his hand on my stomach, holding me in place. I think he was afraid I was going to flee. But with the pleasure he was giving me, why would I run? This is what I had wanted for the last two days.

With his free hand, he spread my other leg to the side, further opening me up to his attentions.

“Oh, I love this cunny,” he moaned, then I felt his breath as he lightly blew air on my moistened mound. I felt him slide his finger between my folders, I was so wet that it was no trouble for him.

“Oh, my god, Joseph! Yes. Do that again!” I mewled and threw my head back.

I gripped the bedding as his fingers rubbed my inner walls. We had been married less than a week, but he