But I couldn’t lose this bet. Because I needed to be able to do that every motherfucking day and night. Not just right now and lose this bet.
I needed to show her she was just as gone for me as I was for her.
I needed her to know her feelings for me.
And maybe then, I’d have a chance in convincing her to stay.
So, I was not going to give in.
I was going to lean back and let her get all worked up and wet for me.
Minutes go by. God knows what’s going on in the movie.
The only thing I can focus on in the hardon in my boxers Francesca can’t seem to leave alone. She’s stretching back into me, letting me feel every perfect curve of hers. She’s massaging her neck, making me drop my head back and pray for patience. She’s digging her nails into my muscles, testing the lines of my willpower. She’s sighing and moaning, so soft
“It’s not going to work,Donna…”
“No?”
“No.”
“Why? Do you not like me?” Francesca pretends to be offended, but I see the mischief in her eyes as she pulls the blanket lower and spreads her legs over my thighs.
I chuckled, running a hand over my jaw.
“I’m not going to lose this pussy to a bet.” Wrapping my hand around her neck, I pulled her back, forcing her to look up at me. “I’m going to win this. Tonight, you’ll be in my bed. Mark my words,wife.”
Something sparked in Francesca’s eyes.
Something crazy and mischievous.
I was stuck staring into her beautiful doe eyes. Before I knew it, her lips parted with a breath moan.
I frowned, my body not moving, but my eyes flashing down. My blood burned hotter than fire as I watched Francesca’s hand circle her clit, moan after moan escaping her.
My jaw clicked, eyes going back to hers.
“You’re not playing fair, baby.” I murmured, a tortured groan in my voice.
“No such thing as fair in love and war.”
“Love, huh?” I smirked, tracing my hand down the cleavage of her breasts and stomach, only to stop at her panties. When she didn’t answer with anything other than moans and goosebumps in the absence of my touch, I tightened my grip on her throat and leaned in until I could murmur against her lips. “You love me, baby?”
She smirked. “I love this dick.”
I smirked too. “Pull those panties off, baby. Let me see that pretty, soaking wet pussy.”
Her smile got bigger, but she shook her head.
A tortured groan rumbled in my chest.
“No?”
“No…” She bit her lip, making me lose my goddamn mind. “If you want to see me,Capo… You’re going to have to take them off yourself.”
“Hmm,” I hummed, holding onto my control with my teeth. I really thought I had her. “That right, baby?”
She spread her legs wider, giving me a better look. I watched Francesca push one finger into her pussy. Then two. In, then out. Again. And again. Then, she went back to her clit, circling it with a roll of her eyes.
