“Did you plan on getting me off?”
My grin deepens. “Who knows with these things it’s like roulette, you never know until you pull the trigger.”
She kisses her teeth and I know she wants to talk shit. I want her to try me today as well. It’s more fun for me than it is for her. The pussy is going to be real good when I fuck her. Lifting up the shirt, I knead her ass cheek until she starts pushing back. Part of her ass grazing my naked dick shoots anticipation through my body. My special ringtone goes off and I release her waist to answer it.
“Hello?”
“What are you doing?” Oran asks.
“Rubbing my wife’s ass and deciding if I should fuck her or continue punishing her.”
“And rubbing it is helping you decide?”
“No. It’s just a really nice ass. You want me to video chat so you can see?”
Oran chuckles and Karessa gasps. She has no idea what I’d share with Oran. She tries to grab her toast and run but I hold her in place.
“Not right now. Knowing you, your dick is out as well.”
“True.”
“Why are you punishing her?”
“She was flirting with Nikolai like he was the most attractive man in the world yesterday.”
I grab Karessa’s bicep and guide her back to the bedroom.
“Oh. She can wait,” Oran asserts. Oran is petty enough to have a woman waiting days, weeks, or months depending on the infraction. His self-restraint is beast mode.
I push her on the bed. Her green eyes are saucers since Oran is on speaker and she heard his opinion. I wink at her and drop to my knees between her legs. Pushing her shirt up I stare at the part of her that’s begging for attention. I give her a partial lick then ask Oran a question.
“And how long would you sentence yours for such an infraction?”
“A week minimum,” Oran admits without thought.
Karessa grabs a pillow and screams into it. It doesn’t stop me from ghosting my fingers over her while I talk to Oran.
“What’s on your mind?”
I already know he’s allowing me time to process and he’s not calling to talk about me.
“I’ve been checking on Ainslee but she’s hiding in the pantry.”
Ah, he’s driving his wife crazy.
“If she’s eating Oreos you’ve officially stressed her out.”
“It’s quiet in there. I don’t think she has yet.”
“Hmm. Karessa, what’s your stress food?” I inquire as I slide two fingers inside of her.
“You’ll find out in a bit,” she hisses. It doesn’t change my leisurely strokes but I kiss the air in her direction.
“And if she hides? I’m quite partial to dragging her out by her ankle under different circumstances,” I ask her.
“It means she wants to be left the fuck alone,” Karessa rants while trying to wiggle away.
“Oh, sounds like she needs to be punished harder. She’s still a little snippy,” Oran suggests knowing damn well he’s on speaker.
