My breasts heaved when his tongue trailed up my neck and chin. My head swam in frustration and confusion when he avoided my lips.
“Grant,” I whispered, hoping I conveyed irritation.
“You were late.”
“I went to visit Granddad,” I protested.
“That was noble of you, but you still missed the deadline. I know you’re not used to facing consequences for your actions, but that changes now.” He leaned in and whispered, “Get on the bed.”
I pushed myself off the door when he released me and attempted to school my face to hide my attitude. The painfulslap on my ass I received when I passed him indicated I wasn’t successful.
I eased onto the bed and held back a laugh. The mattress was as uninviting as I remembered. Sometimes, we’d completely forgo the mattress and settle for a good old-fashioned wall-banger instead, and once, a painful round on the floor that left our knees screaming.
I reached for the strap around my ankle when Grant stopped me. “Don’t…I’ll take care of them,” he said, pulling his dress shirt out of his pants. The action drew my eyes to the magnificent bulge in his dress pants. “Eyes up here.”
I dragged my eyes up obediently but took my time to appreciate his masculine beauty as he disrobed—a happy trail dusting taut abs, well-defined forearms with sinewy muscles that flexed when he moved, an expansive chest no longer confined, and green eyes that felt like I was staring at rare precious gemstones.
His hands moved below, but his mesmerizing eyes remained on mine. My head dropped when I heard the clank of his belt buckle. He caught my chin and lifted it. “Eyes… up… here.”
A rampant fever washed over me, suddenly raising the room temperature to 100 degrees and climbing, and it wouldn’t stop unless Grant extinguished it. But I wasn’t banking on that happening any time soon. My husband enjoyed the thrill, like an arsonist with a match and a container of accelerant. He wanted to watch me burn—feast his eyes on me as the flames flicked and consumed me until I was decimated.
I licked my lips when he trailed a finger down the side of my jaw where my accident scar was hidden beneath the makeup. The scarring was faint—barely noticeable, but that didn’t stop Grant from calling it my “perfect imperfection.”
He took his time removing my jewelry, starting with my earrings and then my necklace and bracelet. He left briefly to discard the jewelry on the dresser and returned with his keys.
“From this day forward, you’ll never take this off again. Do you understand?” he asked, working our wedding bands off his key ring.
“I understand.”
“No more hiding,” he declared, slipping my ring onto my finger.
“No more hiding,” I confirmed.
Grant dropped to his knees before me and grasped one of my ankles. He placed a heeled foot on his thigh and undid the strap of my heel.
“Oh, my… that feels so fucking good,” I murmured as he massaged my foot. I leaned back on my elbows and closed my eyes. His strong hands traveled up my calves before switching to my other foot.
“Back up,” he demanded, standing to his feet. I scooted backward until I was in the middle of the worn mattress. My breath hitched when he straddled my thighs and hovered over me.
“Are you sure about this, Kiyah? Because there’s no turning back. I won’t run to the pharmacy to get you a Plan B in the morning.”
I pushed myself up on my elbows and took what I’d been wanting all night. The chemistry between us was undeniable as he returned my affection. His tongue dipped past my lips and explored my mouth. I surrendered to his will, and he brought me nothing but unbridled pleasure. His hands squeezed my breasts, and my thong dampened. It wouldn’t be the first time I climaxed from nipple stimulation. He knew how to tug and twist them just right to leave me writhing on the sheets with trembling legs.
I gasped when he ripped my dress down the middle. He tore through it so easily that the fabric might as well have been crepe paper.
I was about to chastise him when he tugged on my piercings.
“You can pretend to be mad about the dress all you want, Ki, but I know you love this shit,” he taunted against my lips. “Tell me you love it.”
“I-I love it,” I stammered.
“Tell me you love that shit.”
“I love that shit,” I moaned, gripping his thighs.
“You know what else you love?” I whipped my head back and forth. “My dick down your throat. Let me stretch it out, Ki,” he whispered.
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