My fingers find the hem of the T-shirt, and I strip it off in one swoop, wearing absolutely nothing underneath. There’s still nothing like the reaction I get every time I surprise Dean. It doesn’t even have to be something big. It can be as simple as stripping bare before he gets the chance to tell me to do it.
It genuinely feels like he can’t get enough of me.
I take a step forward, and he shakes his head once. “Did I say you could walk over here, Willa?”
“No.” I pull my lower lip between my teeth, shifting on my feet.
He scans my body slowly, drinking me in as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Look at you standing there like a perfect little slut, trying to tease me.”
There’s something about the way Dean makes me feel absolutely degraded that has my entire body prickling. I love it.
“Do you enjoy teasing your husband, Willa?” he asks, eyes narrowing. “Do you like being your husband’s perfect whore?”
“Yes.” The word croaks out.
“Let’s see it then.” He leans back in his chair, knees wide as he relaxes casually. “Get on your hands and knees and crawl for me.”
I slowly sink to my knees on the plush carpet, and he watches my every move, not taking his eyes off me. But when I lean forward and get on all fours, his throat bobs. His cock presses against his jeans, telling me he clearly enjoys what I’m doing.
Slowly inching forward, I crawl toward him. And when I reach his feet, I wait for him to eye his lap before crawling up into it. But when I try to lower, to get a little pressure—a little relief—he stops me.
Dean holds my hips inches above him, grinning at me darkly.
“Bad girls don’t get to come until they’ve earned it. Let me see you work for my cock, princess.”
He releases his hands, resting them on the chair’s arms. He’s on edge as much as I am. The vein in his neck is popping, and his knuckles are nearly white with how hardhe’s gripping the chair. But he doesn’t move. He stays in control, waiting for me to do what he’s asked.
And because I love being my husband’s plaything, that’s exactly what I do. I plant my knees on either side of his legs in the chair, and I lift my tits to his face. My fingers grip the back of his chair as I slowly tease my nipples on his chin, his mouth. I roll my neck, letting my dark hair wave out behind me as I arch against him.
Dean growls, and it sets me off. I circle my hips, slowly sinking back. But this time, it’s not for me; it’s for him. I rub my ass over his hard cock and tease him with my body, doing everything I can to finally break him. With his eyes on me, I kick one leg up and hook it on his shoulder so my pussy is spread before him.
His teeth clench as he watches my hips move in a slow circle in front of his face. My fingers dig into his thighs to keep my balance.
When I move to lower my leg, he stops me, grabbing the back of my thigh and pulling me to his mouth.
“Fuck,” I mumble when his tongue drags over me.
He grins. “What do you want, Willa?”
My nails dig in harder as he drags his tongue over me again, watching me the entire time. “I want you to fuck me.”
“How?”
“Any way you want.” It’s the truth.
I need him however I can have him. I need him in every way. I’ve never been desperate for anyone’s touch until Dean. And now that I’ve felt what it is like to be consumed by someone, I can’t get enough.
Dean lowers my leg, wrapping it around his hips as he lifts me in his arms and carries me across the room. Until he’s setting me on the bed so he can strip off his clothes. Then there’s nothing between us. No sound but us breathing. His wild eyes locked on me.
“Any way I want?”
I nod, nervous and excited at the same time.
“Then I’m taking your ass tonight, princess. So get on your knees and get me ready.” He watches as I slide to the floor in front of him and wrap my hand around his cock.
He’s so thick and large, but we’ve been working up to this. I want him to claim every part of me. I want to hand myself over to my husband in every way.
My lips sink over his cock, and he groans. Dean’s fingers dig into my hair as he pushes me farther down his shaft. His cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag, spit dripping from my mouth and soaking him.
