She glares at me, her eyes brilliant with furious tears. “Go fuck yourself.”
“How about I fuck you senseless instead? And fill you with my cum every time you forget who you belong to?”
Shock registers on her face, but before she can say another word, I crush my mouth against hers. The kiss isn’t gentle and playful like before. It’s raw, with teeth, to give her just enough pain to punish her.
She doesn’t take it lying down. She bites back, sharp enough to draw a bit of blood from my tender flesh. The feisty reaction drives me crazy, even more determined to tame her, show her who owns her everything.
If she meant to drive me insane with jealousy, she’s succeeded. I rip the zipper down her dress and yank it down her body, revealing her plump breasts. She crosses her arms to hide them, but I lower her wrists and hold them behind her with one hand.
Her chest shudders as air saws in and out of her. The pulse in her neck flutters wildly, and fire flares in her eyes—she’s turned on and angry at the same time.
I keep my eyes on hers. “My tits. Mine to touch.” My hand closes over one. The soft weight feels amazing, and I knead it, my thumb coming close but not touching the puckered nipple. Her cheeks grow rosy with heat, and she bites her lip, trying to contain a whimper. I angle her wrists so her back arches further, pushing her breasts toward me. “Mine to taste.” I close my mouth over it, sucking hard.
A soft moan tears from her. Her knees buckle, and I push her against the cool floor-to-ceiling window facing the dark garden. She throws her head back, resting it on the glass and thrusting her breast into my face.
Satisfaction glimmers, but it isn’t enough. I push the dress lower until it’s puddled around her feet and she’s in nothing but a garter belt and stockings, just like the first time we slept together. I turn her around, so her tits are pressed against the window, then push my hand between her and the cool glass and run my finger along her folds. They’re scorching and dripping. Her hot breath fogs the window.
“Do you think he’s still out there, watching?” I whisper into her ear.
She shudders, a flare of panic in her eyes. “You wouldn’t…”
“Why? You think I’m too possessive to let him see it?”
“Aren’t you?”
She’s right. Every glass pane in the house in specially treated to prevent anybody outside from seeing what’s happening inside. Her bare breasts might be pressed against the glass, but nobody can see them.
But instead of telling her that, I dip two fingers into her slick depths and move them until I find the bump that makes her feel extra good. She squeezes her eyes shut, every cell in her body tense.
“If he sees your pussy’s taking in my fingers, you think he’ll give up?” My words break over the pulse in her neck.
“Huxley, he’s not into me that way.”
“Hah. You think.”
“We shouldn’t—”
“We will. You said we could do whatever I wanted. This is what I want.”
I release her pinned wrists, and she spreads her fingers over the glass as though to find purchase. I knead her sweet ass as I finger-fuck her and tease her clit with a butterfly-soft touch.
Soon she’s moving to the tempo I set, pleasure winding through her. “Does he know what a greedy slut you are for me? That you only take your husband’s cock?”
She rests the back of her skull on my shoulder as she pushes against the glass, grinds against my hands. I cup a breast and tease the tip. A soft scream. She’s so damn responsive.
Tomytouch. Tomyhands. Tomycock.
I undo my pants. Let my throbbing dick spring out. The tip is already slick. I hunger for her, and it still enrages me that she’s open to seeing Adam again.
Tapping the insides of her ankles, I spread her open. “Stick your ass out like a good girl for me. Show me how hungry you are for your husband.”
Expelling a shaky breath, she obeys.
“Pump your fingers into your pussy.”
“Huxley…” she gasps.
“Do it.”
