Page 65 of Fractured Memories

His free hand drags up my thigh, and I whimper. He’s been doing this all night, and I can’t take it anymore. My head falls back against the wall, and he scrapes his teeth along my exposed neck.

“I want to see how ready you are for me, mo chuisle.” He reaches the button of my shorts, the other hand still holding me in place. “If you soak my hand, I might reward you.”

I grit my teeth as he pops the button and drops my shorts. Arching my hips, I help work them down my body until they fall to my feet. I step out of them, kicking them to the side, and Kieran brushes his thumb down the front of my thong.

“Do you want out of this, too?”

He’s going to make me beg for it. “Yes,” I moan, his hand brushing over my clit as he slides lower.

“So fucking wet, aren’t you?” I groan in response, and he hooks a finger around the thin fabric, yanking. He does this almost every time, so I don’t even notice the burn as he pulls the scraps off my body. “Spread your legs for me.”

I kick my feet apart, eager to get his hands on me. Kieran must be just as turned on because he doesn’t waste any time before sliding two fingers between my thighs.

My eyes fall closed, and his hands tighten around my wrists to keep me standing upright. Pleasure blooms through me as he glides over my clit and down to my entrance.

“Have you been this drenched the entire time?” I nod my head frantically as he teases me. “My poor wife. She needs to come so bad, doesn’t she?”

“Yes,” I cry, hips rocking forward. “Please, Kieran.”

His chuckle is low and dark, and it sends another wave of arousal through me. I like when Kieran’s dark side comes out.

He pushes into me slowly, easing off every time I try to rock into him. It’s such an excruciating form of torture that I feel tears prick my eyes. I just want him inside of me, and he’s going to force me to go at his pace.

When I finally sink back against the wall, defeated, he brushes a kiss against my temple. “That’s my girl. You’re at my mercy. Act like it.”

“I need to come,” I whimper.

He curls his fingers, stretching me as he finally gives me what I want. “I know, mo chuisle. And you will.”

I don’t dare move in case it makes him stop, and Kieran works me to a pace that has my thighs trembling. His mouth moves down my neck, teeth leaving behind stinging bites as he goes, and I can’t even think straight as he works me higher.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan loudly when he bites my breast through my shirt. The material is thin enough that I can feel every graze down to my nipples. “Kieran, I’m so close.”

He chuckles. “You don’t have to tell me. Your sweet cunt has been gripping my fingers since I slipped inside of you.”

A cry rips through me when he clamps down around my nipple, and my head tips back. I’m on the edge, and his thumb pressing against my clit as he sinks his teeth in harder sends me right over.

I scream loud enough for the entire house to hear me as I come, Kieran holding me up as he works me through the orgasm. My entire body is shaking, sweat coating my skin, and it takes me a moment to come back down from the high.

Kieran’s hand eases out of me as I do, snaking around my back and holding me to him. He licks at the sweat across my collarbone, groaning as he lets me catch my breath.

Despite nearly blacking out, I’m immediately ready for more. I asked for his cock, and I’m tired of waiting. If he needs a push, I’ll give him one.

I tug at his hand, and he lets go of my wrists, fisting my hair instead. I run my hands down his torso, two fingers curling into the waistband of his pants and tugging him closer. My other hand roams down to his cock, palm grinding against his hard length.

“Fuck,” he grunts, driving his hips forward. “Still greedy?”

“Always.” I stroke him, squeezing him until he hisses. “Don’t you want inside of me, Kieran?”

His fingers pull harder at my hair and dig into my skin, his restraint growing thin. Kieran never gives in—he snaps every time. He drives us both to the brink of madness, and then fucks me until I lose my mind anyway.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Don’t you want to feel my pussy squeezing you?” I keep stroking with one hand while the other undoes his pants. “Don’t you want to fill your wife⁠—”

A growl rips free of him, and I barely have enough time to react before he spins me around. His chest presses firmly against me, pressing me against the wall, and his lips brush the shell of my ear. “You want to push me, wife? I’ll fucking punish you for it.”

I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning. I want him to, and we both know it. I want him to test my limits every time he fucks me.