“Mmm,” she hums.
That sound makes my cock twitch against her pillowy tongue. Her hands grip my thighs lightly for balance. She looks up through her lashes and I nearly lose myself completely.
But not tonight. Not yet.
I pull her off me with a shaky breath. Her lips are swollen. Her eyes glazed.
Sexy.
Then I lift her onto the counter and her legs wrap around me instinctively. Flour smudges on her thighs. Her sweater slips offone shoulder. Her breath is warm as she whispers my name, soft and aching.
I kiss her hard, devouring her. I grip her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter. Her gasp is the sweetest sound I have ever heard.
Then, something sharp stabs my temple. A familiar pain. A warning. A call to destroy her.
I freeze and rub the spot, frantic.
She notices immediately. Her hand cradles my cheek, thumb stroking gently over my temple.
“Gustav,” she whispers. “Stop. Look at me.”
Her voice pulls me out of the spiral. I blink and finally see her again. Her cheeks flushed. Her sweater’s now off, breasts almost spilling out of her bra. Her legs trembling. Her lips parted.
She wants me.
I want her too much.
I lean back, panting, my shirt half undone, my mind a battlefield.
She touches my face again, softer this time.
“No. Come here,” she soothes.
I do. I rest my forehead against hers. My hands grip the counter like if I touch her again, I’ll be tricked.
She kisses the corner of my mouth. A featherlight touch. A plea.
Then she whispers into the dark, “Use me. Let your wife calm you.”
My heart stutters. My breath stops. My darkness quiets completely.
Those words command me.
I press my cock to her entrance.
Da. I’ll use her. I’ll behave. I’ll be nice.
I—
Fucking ravage her the second my shaft slips into her hot heat.
It’s carnage and lust at its best. Every thrust into her soft cunt adds light to the inky darkness haunting me. I fuck her with force, my thighs flexed like stone, my fingertips gripping her flesh with desperation, my gaze memorizing every frame from one second to the next.
I rip her bra down and suck her perfect tits, biting the buds, and feeding on her like a fountain that won’t quench my thirst.
I smack her hip, sending flour dust in the air. She moans. She really moans. This girl is enjoying it, and the way her eyes look into mine, it’s more than pleasure.
Fucking hell. She loves me.
