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To say no.
But as always, my Lilah surprises me and takes one finger—her ring finger, the temptress—and runs it from her wet center, dragging it up until she circles her clit.
A small moan falls from her lips.
My fingers move to the buttons of my shirt, undoing them with haste.
“That’s it, baby. You can play with that pretty pussy for your man, but you don’t forget who owns it.” Another moan because my girl likes when I talk to her. “How does it feel, baby? Having your fingers rub your clit, knowing you’re going to get my cock soon?”
“Oh, god, fuck, Dante. I need you so bad.” Gone is the teasing from her voice as her hips buck up, trying to get something only I can give her.
“I know, baby. It’s been too fucking long.” I shrug off my shirt, but my eyes are fixated on her hand, on her red nails and her glittering rings and the fact that she is mine.
All fucking mine.
I move my hands to my hips, undoing my belt and the button on my slacks before pushing them down and stepping out of them. I move to the edge of the bed, climb on, and settle between her spread legs.
“Jesus, look at that. Look at you lying there, waiting for me.”
“Dante, I need you,” she whispers, that finger with her wedding band rubbing incessantly.
I haven’t missed how that’s the only finger she’s been using, following my directions so fucking well.
“I know, baby. I’ll take care of you,” I say, my left hand moving up her body, between her breasts, until I reach the delicate gold chain. I reach behind her hair, grabbing onto the St. Christopher medal and moving it until it’s settled on her warm skin. She leaves the chain on every day, manipulating the necklace until the medal sits on the back of her neck.
A quiet symbol that she’s mine, a symbol only I understand.
My hand trails back down, brushing her hand aside and taking its place with small circles on her clit.
“You gonna give me ultimatums again?” I ask with a smile, my thumb rubbing her swollen clit.
She licks her lips, her eyes going hooded as they meet mine.
“Probably,” she says, a small smile on her lips. I smile wide and shake my head, leaning down to press my lips to hers.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper before I line my cock up with her opening and slam in.
Lilah’s back arches off the bed, her low, needy moans floating in the air around us until it feels like she’s everywhere.
I stay there, deep in her, my forehead to hers, both of us panting.
“You ever gonna keep this cunt from me again?”
“No,” she whispers, her hips moving to try and get me deeper. I smile, slowly pulling out and pressing back in. Another low moan fills the room.
I think I would give it all up to hear that sound every moment of every day.
“Whose is it?” I ask when I’m deep in her again, one of her legs wrapping my back.
“It’s yours, Dante.” Her words are breathy.
“That’s fuckin’ right,” I murmur then tip my head down to look where I’m disappearing in her, ready to fuck her until we both come. But as always, she has her own plans. Lilah’s hand moves, a single red-tipped nail going to my chin and tipping it up until I’m looking at her once more.
“Are you going to let her touch you ever again?” I slow my thrusts but don’t stop.
“What?”
“Are you ever going to let her—or any other woman—” She fights a moan as I slide in again. “Touch you?”
