Stay(44)

“That’s better.” He unties the robe I’m wearing, sliding his hands around my bare waist, circling them higher to my breasts, cupping them and pulling the tips. He leans close, hot breath in my ear. “I want to bend you over that white couch and fuck you until you scream.”

With every pinch of his fingers on my beaded nipples, a little charge registers in my core. My hands are on his shoulders, and I lean closer, kissing his cheek. “Take off your shirt.”

In a flash, it’s over his head, and my breath hisses. He’s so damn sexy, tanned skin, perfectly toned. Threading my fingers in the waist of his boxers, I push. His hands cover mine, and he shoves them off, allowing his massive cock to spring free. It bounces heavy and erect in front of me.

My eyes are fixed on the mushroom tip, and I lightly trace my fingertips along his shaft. When I look up, his expression is dark with lust. Dropping my shoulders, I allow the silky robe to flutter down and off my body. I’m standing in only that half slip, no panties, no bra, taut nipples.

I drop to my knees, keeping my eyes on his. He exhales a groan, wincing as I take him in both hands, leading his tip to my mouth. I part my lips and suck the tip, tasting the salty precum, watching as he closes his eyes and groans. My hands move up and down his shaft, and I take him further into my mouth.

“Open,” he growls, shoving one hand in the back of my hair. “Wider.”

I drop my jaw, not sure how much more of him will fit. He holds my hair and straightens, pushing his cock further into my mouth until I feel it hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck, yeah.” He pulls back slightly then thrusts in further.

My eyes close, and I lift my chin, doing my best not to gag. The smell of sweat and leather and musk surrounds me. My hands grip the front of his thighs, feeling his muscles flex with his movements.

Both his hands are in my hair, and he’s thrusting like he’s lost control. I’m so fucking turned on, heat slips between my thighs. I want to massage my clit, but I can’t let go of him for fear I’ll fall backwards.

“Fuck, yeah,” he hisses again, thrusting further. I’m sure he’s going down my throat when he stops suddenly. “I’m about to come.”

He steps back, scooping me off my feet, and half drags, half pushes me to the couch. A little gasp escapes my throat when he pushes me onto my stomach over the back of the couch. I reach out, but my hands sink into the cushions.

“Stephen…” It’s somewhere between a cry and a moan.

“Open up.” He rips up the back of my slip and kicks my feet apart, pushing them further with his knees.

I obey, and back and forth, he slides the tip of his cock along my slit until he finds entrance and slams, balls deep into my pussy. A hoarse cry rips from my aching throat. He’s rough and demanding, and I’m so full.

The way he’s fucking me from behind, he goes deeper, thrusts harder. He grabs my hipbones and pulls me up and against him as I push my hands in the cushions, needing to massage my clit, needing to ease this tension building and twisting in my pelvis. I’m so close to coming…

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans. As if reading my mind, he moves his hand around the front of my thigh. He finds my clit, circling and pinching it, and I cry out, breaking at once into orgasm. My legs shudder, and I collapse as my climax rockets up my thighs, centering on the place where we’re joined.

“Oh, God.” I surrender to his domination. It feels so, so good.

He stops thrusting and holds my hips, bending forward over my back, pulsing deep between my thighs as he groans loudly. I feel him moving, filling me. My insides clench around him, and he gives me one more little thrust. It makes me moan, and he reaches for my shoulders, pulling me up, wrapping one arm around my waist and one around my shoulders.

I’m locked against his body, his face at the back of my neck. “Good girl…” He murmurs, and I reach up to hold his arm.

He says we’ll discuss it when it’s time for me to go, but I’m afraid no matter what he says, this isn’t going to end well.





18





Stephen


“I think more marriages would be successful if people said what they wanted from the outset.” I hold a green grape to Emmy’s lips. They part, and she sucks it in.

Watching her makes my dick twitch. It reminds me of how expertly she pulled my tip between those pouty lips, how sexy she followed my commands.

“Explain.” She reaches down and takes a cube of cheese.

She’s lying with her back against my chest. I’m propped on a pillow against my embossed leather headboard. We’re both completely naked, and she’s flipping through Netflix.

“You married me for the money. I married you for the sex. Six years later, nobody is shocked or betrayed.”

“First, we’re not doing six years later.” She doesn’t even flinch. She’s such a stone.

“For argument’s sake.”

“What happens if your money runs out?”

“Nope.” I reach down for another grape, popping it in my mouth this time. “Despite my ridiculous salary, I have a ridiculous trust fund. Thomas Hastings ruined a lot of things in his life, but he never fucked with our money.”

She selects The Blue Planet and hits play. “What if you get tired of having sex with me?”