Michaela
With each step, I’m more and more aroused.
My pussy tingles at his filthy promise, wetness pooling between my lips as my body anticipates what’s coming next.
Phoenix guides me to the bedroom, his hand never leaving mine, until he stops. Something flashes in his eyes and my stomach tightens with excitement, going straight to my core.
He lets go of my hand and pulls open the curtains. “I want you naked.” That’s not what I expected to come flying out of his mouth.
I’m sure I misheard him.
“I’m going to fuck you in front of the window.”
I guess I heard him correctly the first time. Still, it doesn’t lessen the shock. My brain swirls like a whirligig at the full impact of his words. My eyes bounce from the window to his.
“There are hotels and apartment buildings across the street,” I say. “Someone will see us. Why can’t we use the bed?”
“Predictable.”
“And that’s a problem how?”
“Kitten, the first time we fucked it was a few hours after we tied the knot up against a wall. The second time was my father’s garage while our guests were mere feet away. The third time, yougave me a stellar blow job on my private plane. Let’s not forget that scorching hot episode in my office before we got married? A bed? Why would we lower our standards?”
“Phoenix, this is outrageous.”
He caresses my cheek. “That’s why it’s so good, kitten.”
I’m desperately searching for a retort, but I can only shake my head.
“You don’t want me to make you come?”
I narrow my gaze at him. “You’re putting words in my mouth.”
“I’d rather put my cock in your mouth, but you’re shaking your head. You’re sending more mixed signals than a drunk air traffic controller.”
Cocky asshole.“Yes, I want you to make me come––”
“In that case, you’ll do as you’re told.”
My eyes shift from left to right.
A weird energy bubbles inside me––a mixture of dread and… anticipation. No, excitement.
Whoa.
“If you prefer to use your fingers. I’ll understand––”
“What kind of ultimatum is that?”
“Are you saying youneedme to make you come, kitten?”
I should wipe that smug smile stretching his lips by French kissing him… but he’s right.
I hate that he knows that.
Until six days ago, I was more than content with my solo sessions. Unlike sex with ex boyfriends, I always came. That’s before Phoenix came barreling into my life. The man knows my body better than I do. He rocks my world with his long fingers, his skillful mouth, and his beautiful, thick cock. Having to use my fingers when we’re sleeping in the same bed is a cruel punishment.
I scour the room over his shoulders.
