The Hitman's Guide to Tying the Knot Without Getting Shot - Alice Winters Page 0,126

pleasure against his lips as I start to unbutton his shirt hurriedly. I slide it down his shoulders and he tosses it onto a chair to join my pants. Jackson really needs his pants off, so I unbutton them and slip my hand inside, sliding my fingers over his cock just as a little tease before we get to the naked stage. He doesn’t bother waiting too long before pulling them off and leaving my eyes to roam.

While he looked positively gorgeous in his tux, seeing him with nothing on is still my absolute favorite. Only Jackson can look sexy and fuckable in everything and nothing. I grab the globe of his ass cheek and pull him forward as he looks down at my underwear, the only thing left to go.

“While I do love the elephant, he’s blocking the way to the prize,” Jackson says.

“I want you to tear it off.”

He hooks it with his fingers and yanks it down. No tearing involved. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“No! I need sexy ripping of my underwear!”

“I just can’t. I love it too much,” he says as he flings it before sliding between my legs and pressing forward so I feel his dick brush against mine as he kisses me. I suppose I’ll allow him to leave the underwear intact, then, just because I’m feeling forgiving with it being our wedding night and all.

My hands roam down his body and over his stomach lightly enough that his skin shivers against my touch. When I reach his cock, I hear a groan of satisfaction against my lips.

“You like that, you dirty boy? You enjoy it when I tickle your pickle?”

His eyebrows scrunch up. “Um… well, I was until you started talking about pickles.”

“Did it make you hard?” I purr.

“Nope. Made me confused,” he says as he rolls me onto my side. “I just need your ass.” He then puts all the pillows on top of my head, since my tickling the pickle made him so hot he nearly came just from my words.

He smacks my ass as I’m left buried under the pillow fort wondering if Jackson is already regretting the marriage, but it’s too late. He’s mine now.

He runs a wet finger over me as his hand snakes around to my cock, stroking it as he says, “Man, it’s so peaceful. I should have thought of this earlier.”

I knock the pillows off my head. “It’s okay, Jackson, I’m still here. Did you get scared and lonely?”

“Shh,” he whispers into my ear as his finger presses against me.

“If you were good, you’d fuck me into silence,” I tease as I feel his finger push into me, stroking me gently as his other hand rubs the head of my cock.

“Sweetheart, I don’t even want to try because I know I’ll lose and then you’ll make me pose in your gun shrine or buy a sex machine or something else that I’ll regret.” His lips press against mine as a second finger pushes into me. My body aches for more than just his fingers. I want to feel him inside me, and I know that if I had to, I’d be quiet to get just what I wanted.

He breaks away from the kiss and pulls his fingers from me before rolling me onto my back. The moment I land on my back, he’s kissing me again, like he can’t get enough of my lips. I grab the lubricant and squeeze some onto my hand before rubbing it over his cock as his fingers slip back inside me.

“Come closer and I’ll tickle your taint,” I say.

“Shhh, no taint tickling.”

“You love it when I tickle your taint. Look how hard you are with me just saying it!”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

A grin explodes on my face. “I do,” I say as he gently presses his thumb against the head of my cock before sliding his hand down. He pulls back from me and grabs my thighs before settling between them. He presses his cock against my hole as he looks down at me.

“Our first sex as a married couple.”

He grins back at me. “It is and I’m going to be really honest and say that I’m in shock there are no… toys involved.”

“They wouldn’t fit in the trunk of the car with all my guns in there.”

“Ah, makes sense,” he says as he leans forward, just the tip inside me like he’s doing his best to drive me a little crazy. I lean