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“Of course, Master.”
I covered the bottom of the phone. “Lettuce? Tomato?”
“If it’s possible.”
What sort of response was that? Possible? Didn’t she know who the fuck I was? I’d make their asses fly it in from the other side of the world if my true wife wanted something.
“I need two club sandwiches all the way. Pickles on the side.” Again, I covered the phone. Why the hell was I even asking her this? Jesus. This wasn’t normal for me. I always took control.
“Condiments?”
“Mustard is fine.”
Just mustard. I went back to the phone. “Condiments on the side as well. All of them.”
“Laura, chips?”
Her full lips parted. “Maybe with my stomach, the plain ones would be best.”
“What about for your soup?”
“Potato, if they have it. If not, I’ll take whatever they have.”
The anger inside me grew as I relayed the order. When I asked for what she wanted to drink, I was cursing myself a million times over. Employees. Guests. I even ordered for my dates whenever I had one. I didn’t give a shit what they really wanted.Wife. That made this different and dealing with situations outside of my normal comfort zone was good for me, no matter if I liked it or not.
“Your delivery is expected in fifteen minutes. Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“No. Yes. I’m going to need breakfast here at seven sharp. Make it a little of everything.”
“Your order is in the system.”
“Great.” I hung up, putting the phone down as I turned completely in her direction. She had the icepack up again, this time on her other breast. I licked my lips, forcing myself in her direction.
Who was I to ever hesitate in taking what I wanted? Was this shame? Is that what this was? Why? I shouldn’t give a shit what this woman thought of me. Yet, my behavior showed that maybe I did. That only had me walking faster, which had her easing to her feet.
For the first time, she didn’t speak. She didn’t even flinch as I grabbed her waist and spun her so that she could straddle me as I took her seat. My fingers pushed through her hair, and I held to the soft tresses with nothing short of a death grip. This might have been a mistake. I’d never wanted to equally fuck someone and beat them within an inch of their life. One always overpowered the other. Until now.
“You’re not happy with me. What can I do?”
Lips met mine. Soft, just like before. I slid her higher on my lap, moving her pussy to rest over the hardness that twitched against the top of my thigh. When I reached up and peeled down the wet shirt, her bottom lip quivered, and she winced.
“That bad?”
I traced the tips of my fingers around her cleavage. Fuck, could I get any harder? Her breasts were huge. Hard to the touch.
“Almost unbearable. You just looking at them makes me want to sob. I don’t think I’ve ever been in this much pain.”
“Really? Not even during birth?”
“They had me drugged almost from the beginning. There were moments I guess, but it’s all such a blur.”
I molded my hand underneath, leaning her back so I could get a better view. Touching her, watching the tears shoot down her cheeks as milk beaded and flowed toward my hold, I nearly came on the spot. At my slight squeeze, a sob left her. I couldn’t stop from diving forward to run my tongue over the sensitive nub. I immediately let go, testing the taste again. Testing…the weird wispy feeling fluttering my stomach. I would not feel shame. I would not question my actions or wants.
“If I could just pump a little.”
The request was barely audible. She sniffled, trying her hardest to hide the cries. Before I could tell her no, her head dropped, and she rested her forehead on my chest. For the first time in my life, I froze. I couldn’t move. A small hand settled next to her face, and her fingers pressed into the muscle of my chest. Wetness began to cover my skin from her tears, along with the milk. The combination of the two were my undoing. I rolled us forward, lifting her enough to jerk down my bottoms and free my cock. My mouth surged to her breast. Tasting her.She was crying out, jerking through my increasing suction. Maybe even pleading?
I was gone from everything as I lifted and slid inside her. Whether she’d acceptingly met me or not was something I didn’t have the rationality to know. Reality didn’t exist as I took what I wanted. I pounded into her. I’d stop to suck. I even bit into the center of her chest as I went from breast to breast. Sobs grew and knocking sounded. It did nothing to break me out of my zone. The metallic taste of blood registered, as did pain as I kept going with fucking her. My balls were drawing up, and I was so damn thick, I throbbed in every inch of my being. Pants were even leaving my mouth as I tried to get a handle on myself. Pain sliced into me again—my lip—and only then did I realize it was my blood I was tasting, not hers. With my arms x’d over her back, I had hers trapped in my hold. I was using her shoulders to force myself as deep as I could get. I was damn near about to snap her back in half, but even the truth couldn’t stop my orgasm. It just enhanced it as I gave myself over to the pleasure.
