The Wrath of Cain(49)

You wouldn’t think we would need protection from someone as dumb as Emerald, but the truth is, she isn’t dumb at all. She’s played me for a damn fool. I don’t trust her or whoever it is she is working with not to somehow follow us.

I toss my phone onto the small table by the door and walk into the house, stopping dead in my tracks when I see Calla standing at the stove naked, stirring whatever she’s making with one hand while texting someone with the other from the phone I returned to her the other day. I have the notion to both slap her ass and claim it at the same time.

“Are you my dessert?”

She jumps, the wooden spoon and phone falling from her hands onto the floor.

“God, you ass! You scared me!” she shrieks, placing her hand over her heart.

“Sorry, not sorry, babe.”

She bends down, her plump ass going up in the air, right along with my rigid cock.

There’s my dinner right there. No way am I eating this chicken, not when I have the damn gourmet special staring me in the face.

Slipping back through the slider, I cut off the grill. Let it burn; I don’t care. That ass is mine!

“Stop!” she laughs when my arms come around her and my hands palm her naked breasts.

“Put the spoon down.”

“No, I’m starving. And I’m talking to Mrs. Henry. She has all my things packed up. Dad’s going to get them tonight.”

“Give me the spoon. And say thank you to Mrs. Henry.”

Fuck. I’m so damn turned on I don’t even recognize my own voice. I’ve never had the desire to f*ck someone’s ass before. Hell, I’ve never had the desire to screw anyone but her, ever. The other women were completely erased from my mind the minute I laid eyes on her again.

I press my dick into her backside and she gasps.

“Oh!”

“‘Oh’ is right. Why are you naked?”

She places the phone and the spoon down on the counter, then reaches for the knob on the stove and turns it off. I squeeze her breasts one more time and swipe my hand up her neck, pushing her hair off to the side to kiss her sweet spot.

“I’m hot,” she says finally.

“I agree,” I say mischievously, making her gasp again when I pinch her nipple. “So tell me the real reason why you’re standing in the kitchen naked?”

“I want you.”

Thank Christ the window in the kitchen is high enough that no one can see her. She’s just as sinful as I am. This playfulness is the way it should be, doing whatever we want to each other whenever we want. I lightly bite into her neck.

“I want your ass. Do you trust me?”

“I do. I mean, I trust you, but I guess I’ve never thought about doing that before.”

She starts to rub her ass up against my dick.

“I’ve never done it before, either. But f*ck, I want to with you. We don’t have to; I can just make love to you. But you’re naked and standing in our kitchen. You knew exactly what I would do when I saw you, so I know you want it just as bad as I do. You just tell me how.”

My fingers begin to roam all over her silky flesh, around the curve of her ass to the front of her *. It’s hot and wet. I can feel the heat radiating from it before my hands even cup over her mound.

“My ass,” she exhales.

I swallow back my nervousness. Hell yeah, I’m scared. This is new territory for me, too, but it’s one I’m eagerly anticipating will bring us both to one hell of a damn climax.

“You sure?” I swallow hard.

“Very sure.”

Grabbing both of her ass cheeks in my hand, I roughly squeeze them.

“I’m going to f*ck it hard, Calla. There’s no way in hell once I get my dick in that tiny little hole in this voluptuous ass of yours that I’m going to be able to hold back.”

“Do it. Fuck me until I scream your name. Fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow.”

My eyes close, inhaling her. God, she’s intoxicating. And she’s mine.

“Come on, babe. This can all wait.”

I follow her down the hall to our room, watching her ass sway back and forth. She holds her head high. That’s my wife walking down the hall in front of me. My self-assured woman. A naughty one. A man’s dream wife. My jeans are off the minute we hit the room. She places herself in the middle of the bed, smiling brightly when she sees me stroking my dick, stalking her way.

“My hand would feel so much better, don’t you think?” she asks.

She doesn’t sound scared at all. She shifts until she’s centered in the bed, spreading her legs wide. I can see from here her * is already wet. My dick is screaming, * or ass. Either one is fine by me, just as long as it’s hers.

“It definitely would. Touch yourself. Feel how wet you are and spread it around your tight little hole for me.”

She does. Her hand glides down her body and separates her folds. She starts rubbing her clit in quick circles. Jesus Christ.

“Stop!” I yell out.

She doesn’t listen; she just keeps pleasing herself. Her pants are getting louder and I’m going to come just watching her get herself off. My dick sits in my hand, long forgotten. I climb on the bed and grasp her hand. She looks up at me in annoyance.

“Turn over. I think my hand would feel much better, don’t you?” I ask gruffly.