Page 89 of Beautiful Scars

I laugh at her, looking up at the sky as I remove my shirt. “I’m telling you Meisie, I’m in no mood for it tonight.”

“Aw. Poor baby. Hard day at the office?”

“You don’t know the half of it.” I drop my shirt on the floor and glance up at her.

She has a look in her eye that tells me she wants to get up to mischief.

I guess my gym session can wait. Crossing the room, I sit down on the edge of the bed, giving her my back.

“Got turned down for that big promotion, huh? Boss find all that porn on your computer?” she teases.

God she knows how to press my buttons.

I like it this way between us. I always like fucking her, but it’s better when she’s mentally in the same room as me and foreplay isn’t me restraining her as she lashes out at a nightmare. It’s better when she’s done something—especially deliberately—to deserve the full weight of my wrath.

“Fuck would you know about business?” I turn around and ask her.

She narrows her eyes at me. “Absolutely nothing. I’m just a doll who sits in your room until you decide to fuck me.”

I smirk at her. It’s funny because it’s true, even if it’s not the situation I would have chosen. “Quite fucking right.”

She pets her lip, and she knows full well that gets right on my tits. “Fuck yourself.”

“That’sone, princess.”

“Shove it up your ass.”

I chuckle. “If I have to give youtwo,I’ll put you on your knees and show you what a dirty mouth is good for.”

She narrows her eyes, and then slumps down on her stomach lazily, giving me a full view of the plump ass beneath her skimpy nightdress.

I smack it, hard, because she deserves that for getting toone.

“That wasn’t even two!”

I laugh as I climb on the bed, kneeling over her ass. Fisting my hand in her hair, I pull her up until she’s leaning on her elbows. Then I pull down her nightdress, taking a handful of her breast and squeezing a nipple between two fingers.

“That wasn’t even two,” she grits out.

“So? Are you on your knees right now?”

She huffs when I pinch her harder. “No.”

I release her and flip her over on the bed, locking her hands down on the pillows and kicking her legs apart with my knees. “Then quit your bitching, princess.”

With her mouth open about to argue, probably, I kiss it away. No more talk. She should have let me take myself to the gym, but she didn’t, so now I’ll take myself out on her.

She moans as I force my tongue inside her mouth, putting up a bit of a fight. They say the tongue is the strongest muscle in the body, but hers is just as weak as the rest of her. I let go of her wrists because it turns me on when she tries, and fails, to push me off her.

She always tries again, and I respect that.

But I’m not getting off her tonight. Every time she pushes my shoulders, I slam her hands back down above her head. She grinds her hips against me in frustration, but I lock her down with my stomach, feeling her own wetness slide down my abs.

“Try that again,” I goad her, breaking the kiss only to bite down on her bottom lip.

Her hands resume their position, pushing against my shoulders, and this time she digs her nails into my skin. My cock is about to break free of my trousers. I force her hands down again and laugh at her.

“Fuck you,” she says.