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“Not yet.”

He eats me until I’m moaning brokenly, my thighs are shaking hard, and I’m certain I’ll fall over before I can climax. Then he drags his fingernails down my back, shoulder blades to ass cheeks, and laughs into my flesh when I shudder.

“You need to come, baby?”

“Yes! Please!”

“Then you better earn it.”

Before I can decipher what that might mean, he pulls me down by the hips, forcing me to crawl backward a foot or so. Then he flips around beneath me, positioning himself on his back so his hard cock juts up toward my mouth and my knees are on either side of his head again.

He orders, “Suck my cock, bunny,” and buries his face in my pussy.

I grasp his erection in one hand and lower my head to lick the crown. Aidan hums in pleasure, a sound that vibrates deliciously through my pelvis. Then he flattens a hand on the small of my back and forces me to lie on his stomach, skin to skin, as he lavishes my pussy with his tongue and I suck on his dick.

He thrusts up into my mouth. I flex my hips against his tongue. We’re both moaning and frantic, our skin slick with sweat, and if he doesn’t give me permission to come soon, I will anyway.

When I make a high, whining noise in the back of my throat, he knows I can’t hold out any longer.

“Swallow my cum, then you have my permission to orgasm,” he says, panting. “But not before. You ready?”

I make a desperate sound of assent around his hard cock and keep sucking and sliding my hand up and down his shaft.

“Good girl.”

Swirling his tongue around and around my engorged clit, he thrusts up into my mouth, stretching my lips open until my eyes are watering and I’m fighting the urge to gag. Then he grabs the back of my neck and squeezes it.

He climaxes with a grunt, spilling hot semen onto my tongue in thick pulses.

I suck and swallow over and over again, breathing through my nose, my entire body trembling. Still gripping the back of my neck, Aidan spanks my ass three times, hard, then shoves a finger deep inside my pussy.

Choking on his cock, I convulse around his finger.

“That’s my perfect good girl,” he growls, thrusting with his hips, driving his cock deeper down my throat. “Swallow every fucking drop as you come for me.”

Blind with pleasure, helplessly jerking, I sob around his erection and do as I’m told.

He praises me with words I hear but don’t understand. I’m somewhere far off, hurtling through space, my mind ablaze with fireworks, my body utterly beyond my control.

I’m a stranger to myself at this moment. Someone with no limits and no worries, a woman at once perfectly at peace yet completely astonished by her actions.

He’s pulled a string I didn’t know I had hidden inside and unraveled me from the inside out.

Then he flips me onto my back, tosses my ankles up over his shoulders, shoves his still-hard cock inside me, and unravels me all over again.





20





Later, I lie beside him, my head resting on his chest, my leg thrown over his, my body boneless. I’m a bowl of jiggly Jell-O, quaking and spent.

I’ve never felt so alive.

Gazing up at the ceiling, Aidan murmurs, “Need to ask you a question. And I need you to be honest when you answer.”

I wait silently. He didn’t give me permission to speak, and I’m still not really clear how and when all these rules of his apply, so I stay on the safe side and say nothing.

His chest rises and falls with a deep breath. “What are the chances of you getting back together with your husband?”

A sudden sharp jab of pain stabs me beneath my sternum. I squeeze my eyes shut against it. “Zero.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you still wearing your wedding ring?”

I think about it for a moment. “I don’t really know. Habit, I suppose. Does it bother you?”

“Yes and no.”

He doesn’t explain himself further. I get the sense he’s waiting for me to say something, but I can’t be sure. “May I please ask a question?”

He murmurs, “Sweet bunny. You can always ask me anything.”

“Really?”

“Why do you sound surprised?”

“Because I’m not sure when we’re doing the permission thing and when we aren’t, and I don’t want to get into trouble.” I add more softly, “Or displease you.”

His groan is low. Pulling me closer, he kisses the top of my head.

“Kayla,” he whispers. “Everything about you pleases me.”

Snuggling closer to him, I smile. “You can see my problem though, right? I mean, I don’t have any experience with this kind of thing.”

He rolls me onto my back and lifts up to an elbow, staring down at me with blazing intent.

“Me neither.”

I laugh right into his face. “That’s a total lie!”

“I wasn’t talking about sex.”

My laughter dies. Confused, I gaze up at him with knitted brows. “Then what are you talking about?”

He flattens his hand over my chest, right above my heart.

“This. Us. You and me. How it’s so easy. How it’s so simple. How it just feels right. But you’re still wearing your wedding ring, and you don’t feel comfortable kissing me in your house, and that tells me everything I need to know about where your head’s at. And I get it, I really do. Your whole life has been turned upside down. It’s understandable that you’re not ready for this.