Guiding her hands to the edges of the counter, I plant them there and meet her eyes in the mirror. “Did you forget our bet already, Princess?” I tease, undoing my pants as I pull out my throbbing erection. Then I flick the silky layers of her skirt aside, revealing her perfect ass.
“If you don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing, you might want to stay quiet,” I warn as I press my foot against the inside of her shoe, spreading her legs so I have a perfect view of her glistening pink folds.
Then I line my cock up with her hot, wet entrance and thrust inside.
Sora whimpers, her lips pressing together as she tries not to make a sound, and I bite back a groan of pleasure as her pussy clenches around me. We don’t have the luxury of taking our time right now. It won’t be long before people notice our absence, but there’s no way I’m letting her walk out of here without coming on my cock first.
Gripping her skirt and hip with one hand, I reach around Sora with the other as I slam inside her, our skin slapping wetly together as I take her hard and fast.
“Is this like what you imagined the night before our wedding?” I rasp, teasing her clit with my fingers.
“No,” Sora gasps, her knuckles turning white as she grips the counter and her hips rock back into me with enthusiasm. “It’s so much better.”
Christ.
She’s starting to take the initiative about talking dirty, and even though it still catches me off guard, hearing her say the way I fuck her is better than she imagined drives me wild. My cock throbs dangerously inside her, but I can’t slow down. I’m ravenous for her pleasure, crazed with the need to be buried in her warmth, and the sight of my shaft, slick with her arousal, plunging inside her again and again, unleashes a beast inside me.
“Come for me, Sora. I want to feel you come all over my cock like the perfect little princess you are,” I command, looking into the mirror to see the ecstasy written across her face.
Sora’s lips part in a silent cry, her hips bending over the counter as she takes me deep inside her. It gives me the perfect view of her breasts spilling over the top of her beautiful dress, the picture so sensual, I can hardly believethisis the wife I get to take to bed every night. And as she falls apart around me, her back arches in the purest display of pleasure.
I groan, the need to pour my seed inside her overwhelming, but I’m not done with her just yet. Let the dinner guests wait. My family can entertain them.
Right now, all I care about is pleasing my wife.
21
SORA
The hard, angry, smutty sex feels intoxicatingly forbidden as Leo pounds inside me while our guests are just down the hall, waiting for us. I shouldn’t want it like I do—I shouldn’t wanthimlike I do. But I can’t lie to myself. It did turn me on to have his fingers inside me beneath the table, to know he wanted to wring the pleasure from me right there in front of everybody.
He might have done it to humiliate my family, but when the passion between us is this scalding, I can’t deny it feels good to have Leo’s undivided attention. He has the world at his fingertips, and yet I’m the one he can’t keep his hands off.
It’s shocking to me how completely Leo controls my pleasure. Even when I shouldn’t, I want him, and his desire for me—to claim me whenever he wants—only intensifies my arousal.
Leo doesn’t pause even as I fall apart around him. As I throb around his impossibly thick cock, he keeps rocking inside me, urging my climax to new heights as I pant with the effort to take all of him again and again.
Our eyes lock in the mirror’s reflection, and the inferno blazing in his dark depths sets my soul on fire. I don’t know how he can keep going at this pace, but he doesn’t stop thrusting, his fingers coaxing every ounce of pleasure from my clit.
Collapsing forward against the countertop, I brace against my palms as I tremble with the aftermath of my spine-tingling orgasm. With a devilish smirk, Leo pulls out of me, the sound wet and erotic, and he grips my hips as he spins me around once more.
“You didn’t come,” I observe dumbly, confused by his choice to stop fucking me when I thought the point of our bet was to satisfy his desire.
“Not yet,” he warns darkly, hoisting me effortlessly onto the edge of the counter.
I gasp as the cold stone meets my skin, the harsh temperature jarring because he still has my skirt pulled to the side so it won’t get wet. Then he steps between my thighs, spreading them wide with his hips as he grabs the back of my neck and leans in.
He seals our lips with a searing kiss, and my lips part on a gasp.
Tongue stroking between my teeth, he deepens it, claiming my mouth as our tongues tangle. I can taste the tang of my arousal there, from when he sucked his fingers clean at the table, and my core turns molten at the memory. I was too angry at the time to fully process it, but he sucked his fingers clean like he might with a taste of frosting.
A greedy moan rushes from me before I can stop it, and Leo’s lips curve wickedly against mine. His hand trails down from my neck, fingers brushing across my throat and down the crevice between my breasts before palming one. His other arm snakesaround my waist, pulling me more firmly against him as his swollen tip presses between my folds.
He’s still slick with my arousal, and the friction as he brushes against my clit makes me cry out. Thankfully, his lips are still locked with mine, and he swallows the sound of pleasure as he presses inside my entrance.
One arm holding me close, Leo slides his other beneath the fabric of my dress, palming my ass so he has complete control of my body. I grip his hips with my thighs, keeping my legs wrapped around him as he rocks into me, his hand moving my hips to make each thrust deep and earth shattering.
The heat of our passion is near frantic, animalistic—brutal even—but God, is it satisfying.
