I press a soft kiss to her shoulder, dragging my palm over her stomach and between her breasts. Her soft ass presses more firmly, wriggling against my cock.
“You’re playing with fire . . .”
She sighs, her body melting against mine. “And who was the one who lit the match?” she asks, reaching behind and scraping her nails over my scalp. “If you can’t take the heat . . .”
There’s my Chaos.I encircle her left wrist, bring it to my mouth, and press a kiss to the bandage on the inside of her hand. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to forget how to be gentle.”
Parting her with my fingers, I tease her clit until she twitches for me. A groan is pulled from my chest when I feel how wet she is. She hums softly, and I slip my index and middle fingers inside, curling them and stroking.
Her breaths quicken. “Your wife likes it rough,” she rasps.Fucking hell.She’s not making this easy.
I slap the delicate bundle of nerves between her thighs, earning me a yelp. While she’s reeling from the sharp sting, my other hand creeps up to her throat, circles around it, and holds her in place.
I stuff three fingers in her. “This what you want?” I demand. She gulps, sending vibrations through my palm. As much as I love taking her with my cock, sometimes it’s fun to just play with her pussy and watch her slowly unravel as she drowns in need.
“Yes.” She makes a frustrated whimper, like she’s trying to stave off her orgasm, but she can’t fool me.
“Well, go on, then. Let’s feel that needy pink cunt give it up.”
Kelly moans, riding my hand and gripping the sheets while I pump in and out. She’s so close.
I whisper. “You’re doing great, almost there . . .”
She clamps down on me, and I release her throat, caressing her cheek as she pulses around me.
“Fuck,” she pants.
I place a kiss on the back of her neck, scraping my teeth over the soft skin as her rapid breathing slows. My fingers traipse over her sensitive clit, making her twitch and grind. Christ, this woman.
“Logan?”
“Hm?” I reply, dipping inside her.
“Say it again.”
A smile spreads on my lips. “Say what?”
“That you love me.”
“I love you.” I lift her thigh and sink into her until I’m buried deep where I belong. “Maybe not in the way good men do . . . but in a way that wants me to be a better one.”
She responds with a sharp inhale. “I want you exactly as you are . . . for better or worse.”
I hold her tighter, pushing deep until her mewls amplify to moans.
She nuzzles into my hand, and I cup her face. My thumb traces her cheek before drifting down to her lips. Her mouth parts, and she bites down on my thumb, playful and vicious. Her feisty side drives me wild. “Fuck,” I groan.
“Just didn’t want you to forget you who you married. You don’t have to be so careful with me.”
“You think I don’t want to fuck you harder? Flip you on your stomach and remind you exactly who you belong to?”
“Who do I belong to?” she teases.
I nip her shoulder. “Me.”
She hums like she wants more, and I want to give it to her, but I’m not about to injure her worse.
“Then prove it.”
