Page 33 of Unruly

She didn’t think Cross cared.

“Fuck me until I can’t breathe.”

“That’s my girl.”

He tugged once more on that gag and her hair, she felt him shove his boxer-briefs down, and then he was pushing inside of her clenching cunt. Like earlier with his fingers, he didn’t go in easy, and he didn’t give her any warning.

Catherine didn’t care because she loved it.

The slap of his skin against hers, and the wet sound her pussy made every time he drove into her was fucking lovely. He filled her full, stretched her open, and fucked her stupid. Between measured, deep thrusts, his palm came down to tap her ass and thighs, leaving behind a beautiful sting and likely pinked skin.

Already, her body shook.

Already, her nerves sang.

He pulled her hair, spanked her ass, kept that gag tight, and fucked her so good. She wasn’t made of glass, and he never treated her like it.

Her cries were mumbled and muffled behind the gag, but that didn’t stop more from spilling out. She was back in her happy place. A place that smelled like Cross, tasted like their sex, and felt like their love.

Nothing else mattered.

“Take that cock, Catty. Fuck it good, babe.”

Oh yes, she had mostly certainly missed this man.

“Wake up.”

“Mmm, no.”

“Cross, wake up.”

“Catherine—”

“Wake. Up. Wake. Up.”

Each one of her words was punctuated with a kiss to his hard abdomen. Something else on him was hard, too, but she was working her way to that issue of his. If he would only open his damn eyes.

“Cross …”

Her husband absolutely refused to open his eyes. In fact, he was using his arm as a shield over his face to hide from her.

“Catty, we never get to sleep in. We can’t even be naked in bed at home come morning because Cece crawls into bed with us every goddamn day. Let me enjoy this, babe, please.”

“Mmm … nope.”

With that, she crawled lower on his body, pushing away sheets until her hands could wrap around his thick cock, and her lips were kissing below his navel.

Cross let a slow hiss of air slip past his lips as her grip tightened on him, stroking him even more alive and awake.

“Besides, it was you who let Cece start doing that in the first place,” Catherine told him. “Lie in your bed, Cross. You made it.”

“You’re terrible.”

“Is my mouth terrible, too?”

“Wh—”

She let go of his shaft, and took his cock into her mouth before he could finish his sentence. All the air Cross had been holding in came rushing out of his chest in a whoosh. She sucked him all the way down to the base of his dick until it touched the back of her throat. It made her eyes water, but she loved it.