She let out a whimper, her hips bucking against my hand. “Yes. More.”
I slid from her warmth, bringing my glistening fingers to my lips and licking them clean. The taste of her was so addictive that it was a goddamn miracle I’d managed to survive the seven years without a single hit of it.
When I peeked up at her, I couldn’t help but smirk. Her skin was flushed pink, her chest heaving with shallow, ragged breaths, her eyes glazed and unfocused. But it was the wrinkle between her brows that I found particularly interesting.
“Problem, sweetheart?”
“Uh.” Her tongue darted out, moistening her plush lower lip. “I didn’t come.”
“No, you didn’t,” I agreed, stroking her upper thigh so that my thumb brushed dangerously close to the copper curls at the apex.
Her forehead creased, confusion written across her face. “Why?”
Crawling up her body, I held myself above her. “Because you need to learn that brats get punished, wife.”
Palms pressed flat to my chest, Rory attempted to push me away, but I remained immovable. She huffed in frustration, her eyes narrowing. “Is that how you’re playing this? I buy implements to help scratch an itch. You tell me you’re the only one allowed to scratch it, then pull the orgasm denial card? Isthat the only way you can feel like a big man, Gio? Working a pregnant woman into a frenzy only to leave her unsatisfied?”
Lightning quick, I collared her throat, pressing in at the sides to decrease the blood flow to her brain. “Keep talking and see where it gets you,” I gritted out.
Voice raspy, she replied, “You’ve already taken everything from me. My freedom, my reproductive choices. Now you’re threatening to strip me of the ability to feel pleasure, too, but how far are you willing to take it? You gonna remove the detachable showerhead? Cut off my fingers? Because I’ll be damned if I let you dictate how I take care ofmybody.”
Tsking, I chided, “So dramatic.”
Her lips parted on a stunned exhale before she recovered, almost screaming, “I’mdramatic? Might want to look in a mirror, buddy.”
With my free hand, I slid back between her thighs. Rory sighed in relief, her eyes falling shut as I circled the swollen bud that I’d grown skilled at using to detonate her orgasm in five minutes or less.
“That better, baby?” I nibbled a path along the soft skin of her neck until I reached where it met her shoulder before sinking my teeth in.
Fingers slid through the now-short strands of my hair as she writhed beneath me. “Yes.” She drew out the word on a hiss.
I waited until her thighs were trembling before withdrawing again.
It took a full minute for Rory’s brain—and hips— to register the loss of my touch. When she realized that I’d denied her a second time, her reaction was pure reflex. With her fingers curled, she raked her nails down my chest, the pain of her ripping my flesh open only making me harder. My cock was leaking, throbbing in time with my racing heart.
Not skipping a beat, I encouraged her destructive actions. “Go ahead, make me bleed.”
My vicious wife bared her teeth before clawing at me like she wanted to rip me to fucking shreds. Long lines of crimson marked my skin, and eventually, droplets fell to decorate hers as well.
Practically lightheaded as ecstasy surged in my veins, I dropped my pelvis, pressing my aching length between her spread thighs and rocking to ease the pressure mounting in my balls.
There were too many fucking clothes between us. A problem I intended to rectify immediately.
I rose onto my knees, shredding the silk pajama set covering my wife’s incredible body from view. Unable to resist, I ducked my head to feast on the creamy swells of her breasts, teasing the rose-colored nipples into sharp points with my tongue. In a few months, they’d start to produce milk, and I nearly blew my load imagining sucking that life-sustaining elixir straight from the source.
Shoving my shorts down my thighs and kicking them away, I flipped Rory over, hauling her onto her knees and forcing them so wide she whined in protest.
From this angle, her glistening pink pussy was on full display, and I bent down, allowing myself one quick lick before continuing to carry out her punishment.
“Gio.” My name was moaned into the sheets.
I caressed the curve of her ass before giving it a firm slap, relishing the way her entire body jolted upon impact.
“Ready to behave?”
Pushing up on her arms, Rory shot me a glare over her shoulder. “Don’t get cocky expecting me to bend the knee after all the shit you’ve pulled these past few months.”
Dark laughter filled the air. “Oh, sweetheart. I’ve already got you on your knees.” Gripping my stiff shaft, I guided it toward its home, running the angry purple head through her slick folds and letting my piercings nudge against her clit.
