“What’s he doing to her now?”
He never likes to watch the people fucking. He wants to watchme. He loves it when I describe what they’re doing, the way we did at the beach resort last year.
The resort that’s now in my name, which was a Christmas gift from my over-the-top, completely unhinged husband.
“She’s on her side,” I say and gasp when he tweaks my nipple through my dress. “And he’s fucking her from behind. Oh, he just gripped onto her throat.”
“Is he choking her?”
“I—no. I don’t think so. Just holding her.”
“Hmm,” he growls and slides his own hand up to my neck. “Like this?”
“Shit, you know I love that.”
“What else do you love, Angel?”
“Fucking everything you do.”
Julian chuckles and plants his lips by my ear. “I’m going to take you home, to the penthouse, and I’m going to fuck you up against the glass, so you can watch your city while I’m inside you.”
“Let’s go.” I grab his hand and march us right out of there and into the elevator, where he pushes me against the wall and kisses thehellout of me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls against my lips. “I can’t believe I let you out of the house in this dress.”
It’s another little slip dress, but this one is red, and I paired it with black heels.
“Hi, I’m a grown-up who can choose her own clothes.”
“I’m going to spank your ass and fuck your sassy mouth into submission.”
“Now you’re flirting with me.”
Julian barks out a laugh and cups my cheek as he hugs me to him. “I love your sass, baby. Don’t ever change.”
Even though our penthouse is only five minutes away, it feels like it takes forever to get home, but once we’re inside, Julian picks me up and walks right for the windows.
He’s a man of his word.Bless him.
With my back pressed against the cool glass, my husband nibbles down my jawline to my neck, and his fingers move under my ass to my slit, covered only by the tiniest black G-string.
“You’re fucking killing me,” he growls as his fingers slip through my slit. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Angel.”
“Of course, I am. Have you seen you?”
With a groan, he sets me on my feet and turns me to face the city, pulls my hips back, and then his mouth is on me, lapping at me, making me moan.
“I love this cunt. Christ, you taste like heaven.” His hands roam up and down the back of my thighs, down my calves, and back up again. “You feel like velvet.”
With his mouth on my pussy, his thumb presses on my tight little muscle above, and I moan against the glass, fogging it up.
“Julian.”
“One day,” he murmurs, but doesn’t press inside. “But not today. Who’s pussy is this, Natasha?”
“Yours.”God, I love it when he gets all possessive like this.“Please, I need you.”
He takes one last swipe through my slit with his tongue, and then he stands, and I can hear him unfastening his slacks. Before he’s inside me, he brings one hand down on my ass with a loud crack and I moan.
