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I take her wrists and pin them on either side of her head so she can’t hide her beautiful face from me again. The hallway light is the only illumination, but it’s enough for me to see the blush creep from her cheeks down her sternum.
This generic superstore bra has got to go.
“Stand up, sweetheart.”
Doesn’t she know she deserves better? Maybe she could have had better, had she married me instead of that idiot she calls her husband.
She doesn’t protest as she stands, finally shedding a portion of her nerves because my pussycat trusts me.
She knows I’m going to make it worth her while.
My lips caress hers while I cup her face, tilting her chin just how I like it.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she reminds me in a whisper between kisses.
The corner of my mouth quirks before I go in for another kiss. I don’t validate her worries another second. She’s mine, and whatever she doesn’t know, I’ll teach her. Frankly, I’m glad she didn’t have fruitful practice with her soon-to-be ex. It’ll mean that every time we come together, there are no traces of him in the room. I will show her how her body can come undone. I will conduct each orgasm so she never feels the need to wonder if there’s anything better out there. I will be the best, and I will never let her forget it.
“Don’t you want to know my favorite color? My last name?” She’s nervous, so I take her pajama’s zipper between my teeth once more and slowly tug it down until I am kneeling before her, as any man should do when faced with a queen.
Cotton underwear with little rainbows on them.
So innocent. So unpretentious.
So unaware of the silk she deserves.
I keep my eyes on my prize as my mouth waters. One tug on her sleeve, and the whole silly pajama cascades to the floor. “I’ll learn your favorite color tomorrow. And your last name will be mine soon enough.”
She gasps at my bold claim, but she should know by now that I don’t say things flippantly or make promises on which I don’t deliver. “But I’m…” she begins.
“I’ll take care of it.” I know she wants to remind me that she’s technically married, but to me, that’s just a matter of paperwork, which I’ve never found a need to obey.
I press my lips to the front of her ridiculous panties, then pull back to stare up at her when her knees begin to tremble. “Push me away now, or I stay forever.”
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t back away. Her hand moves toward me, and for a panicked second, I debate shoving my tongue between those netherlips before she can push me away. But I stay still, and am rewarded for my good boy behavior.
My pussycat doesn’t send me away. Instead, she tangles her fingers through my hair, letting me know that not even my possessive, unapologetic nature can scare her away.
That’s all the green light I need.
6
Ibury my face in the fabric covering what’s clearly mine. She’s wet for me, but I know I can make her soaked through if I take my time unwinding my pussycat.
My thumbs loop through the sides of her underwear, but I don’t pull them down just yet. My nose and mouth bury themselves in those tiny rainbows, brushing back and forth and then in a small circle while the puddle grows between her legs.
Jessica’s hand doesn’t leave my hair as I kiss her mound through the fabric. She’s not confident enough to direct my movements, but I don’t need the instruction manual. My mouth was built to press each and every one of her buttons.
I pass over the one button that will fast forward this whole experience, because I don’t want her to come just yet. If I had my way, I would tie her to my bed and keep her legs spread for hours, teasing her with no release to teach her who her pussy truly belongs to.
She may not be ready for everything I want to give her tonight, but that doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on my sweetheart. I fully intent to suck on that sweet spot until her juices run down my chin.
But not yet. I love the way her thighs tremble for me. She is my woodland creature caught in the crosshairs of the big, bad wolf. I can feel her glutes jumping as she fights to keep herself upright. My thumbs massage the curve of her hips while my fingers spread across the cheeks that are just as soft and smooth as I imagined.
I’ve had a long day, and this is my treat. Sure, I got the money back that the Torros stole from me, but Jessica is my reward. She is the peace offering to soothe my rage and distract me from murdering every last son of a bitch who assumed Brunello Moretti could be stolen from.
That thought has me hard enough to cut glass, but I have to talk my dick down. This isn’t about that selfish bastard, who would plunder and conquer just because he can.
Patience,I remind my cock. My pussycat needs to be so wet that I can pound her as hard as I like for as long as I can last.
