Thomas nods, leaves. The second he’s gone, I haul her up by the wrist.
“Trouble, you’ve been averybad fucking girl.” My voice is shredded, cock slick, and twitching against my abs.
She smiles, proud, lips swollen, glistening withme.
I lean into her. “Can’t wait to fuck that attitude out of you.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Flynn
We arrive home. The second she steps into the mansion, I yank her to me, slamming her back against the wall. My mouth crashes on hers, hard, punishing, devouring. She whimpers, hands fisting my collar, shoving. I dodge, hoist her over my shoulder like prey.
“No, Flynn! Stop!” Her fists pound my back, sharp and desperate.
“You thought sucking my cock under that table came free?” I chuckle, black and vicious, striding up the stairs. “Consequences, wife.Mineto dish out.”
I kick my bedroom door open. Her eyes flick to the unicorn pillows, fairy lights—her petty rebellion still scattered like trophies.
“You kept everything,” she whispers, breath hitching.
I fling her onto the mattress. “It’sourroom now. Keep your unicorns and twinkly lights. They look cute next to where I’ll ruin you.”
I fist her hair, drag her to the bed’s edge. It’s high, her face level with my hips.
“Open those pretty lips again.” My voice is gravelly and commanding. Beltclinksfree; zipper rasps. I grip my cock, thick, veined, throbbing, and pump twice. She licks her lips involuntarily, cheeks burning.
“Open,” I snarl. “I’m gonna watch my cockbulgethat throat. You’re gonnachokeon every inch and thank me for it.”
She parts her lips, trembling. I rub the head across them, smearing precome like gloss. Then Ithrust,deep, relentless. She gags, throat convulsing around me, tears springing instantly.
“That’s it.” I tighten my grip on her hair, rocking slow. Her neck arches over the edge, head hanging, the perfect angle. I see it: the ridge of my cock stretching her throat, pulsing under pale skin.Fuck.
I drive deeper, hips snapping. She struggles for air, hands clawing my thighs. I bury to the hilt, hold. Her throat flutters wildly; my cock twitches. I swallow hard, abs clenching, balls tight.
“Hold your fucking breath, trouble.” One more second and I slide out. She gasps, coughing, chest heaving.
Air barely fills her lungs before I slam back in, bottoming out. The bulge throbs visibly; tears stream down her temples into her hair.
I grab her hand, forcing her fingers to trace the outline on her throat. “Feel that? That’smeowning you. Stretching this pretty neck till you’re moulded to my cock.”
I press our joined fingers harder. She gags, body arching, fresh tears spilling. Her nipples strain against her shirt, thighs clenching, hate and heat twisted tight.
“So fucking beautifulwhen you break,” I growl, thrusting shallow now, chasing the edge. “My perfect little choke-slut wife.”
She moans, arching her back like a bow drawn for war. The sound vibrates straight to my balls; I nearly erupt down her throat. I yank free, breath ragged, cock glistening with her spit, veins throbbing angrily. “I’d love flooding that throat, painting you white. But no, you’re gonnaleakme the rest of the day, wife. Feel me dripping with every step.”
I haul her up by the arms, crush my mouth to hers. Taste myself, salt, sin,us,on those plush, swollen lips, red as fresh blood. She tears her shirt off,fabric ripping in her haste; I attack her pants, buttons scattering like bullets, yanking them down in one brutal tug.
The wet spot on the lace? Aflood. Slick trails down her thighs. I smirk, dark and triumphant. “Look at you. Soaked for your husband.”
“Open for me.” The order snaps out, a primal command. Sheburnsfor it, eyes glazed, chest heaving. She obeys like a good girl gone feral. Rolls onto the bed, hooks thumbs in her panties, slides them downslow, teasing the air with her scent. Then spreads wide, knees bent, thighs trembling, pussy flushed and glistening, clit swollen, begging.
Embarrassment stains her cheeks pink, but she holds the pose.Good.She’ll crave spreading for me, like air, soon enough.
I grip her thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh, leaving white prints that bloom red, anddragher to the edge; her ass hangs off, perfect for ruin. I rub my cock through her folds, coating in her honey, teasing her entrance till she whimpers.
“Flynn,” she breathes, voice cracked open.
