"What are you talking about?" I frown. What did I do this time? She's the one who molestedmein her sleep. I barelymanaged to keep my hands to myself and still, I'm the guilty one.
"You reek of whatever whore you just left behind. You don't even have the decency to take a shower before climbing into bed withme, your wife?" she raises her voice a notch, her tiny hands clenched in fists at her sides.
"She's not a whore," I reply, not intending to let the insult tomamanMargot slide.
"She sure smells like it," she scoffs, tilting her head to the side and crossing her arms over her chest.
"Aw, little tigress, jealous? I thought I had your blessing." I'm amused now, and I move to my side, resting my head on my elbow and watching the outrage spilling out of her.
"Yes, as long as I don't see, smell, or know. Clearly, she's worn you out so much you couldn't even muster the strength to take a shower," she mutters under her breath, still not meeting my eyes.
"Curious? Want me to show you what you're missing out on?" I tease her, moving closer and letting my hand roam over her body, the tips of my fingers playing along the curve of her naked thigh. Her skin reacts immediately, and goosebumps form under my touch.
I have to admit I enjoy riling her up a little too much, so when I see her react like this, I can't help but push her further.
"Stop that," the words come out in a breathless whisper, lacking any conviction.
Moving my hand further up and over the slip of a nightgown she's wearing, I let it rest briefly at the junction of her thighs, my eyes focused on her expression. Her eyes widen, and I expect her to shove my hand away any moment now.
Except she doesn't.
We're both staring into each other's eyes, and it's like everything falls away. A breath catches in her throat, and my eyes dip lower to her chest, rising and falling in slow motion, her nipplespushing against the constraints of her robe. The energy between us is sizzling to an unbearable intensity.
Her nightgown already bunched up around her hips, her panties are but a touch away. I don't know what comes over me. This was supposed to bejusta game, but as I skim over the surface of her covered pussy, I find Ican'tstop.
She releases a strangled noise as my fingers dip lower, brushing against her clit. Her eyes almost flutter closed, and her lips part in wonder. Moving lower, I push against her entrance, the material of her panties already damp with her arousal.
She's wet.
I slide the fabric aside, the velvety feel of her juices meeting my fingers and coating them in fucking honey. I tease her entrance before locating her clit again, gently caressing it.
"I…" Allegra trails off, her eyes closed shut, her back arching slightly.
She moans, the sound pure music to my ears but also a reminiscent cacophony, and it serves as a sobering thought as I realize I'm heading toward the road of no return. So I do the only thing I can.
I open my mouth and ruin everything.
"Yes, just like that," I start, bringing my face closer to hers, my hand still between her legs. "I fucked her with my fingers until she was begging for my cock, and only then did I thrust into her tight pussy." Her eyes widen for a second as clarity settles in, my crude words ringing in her ears. And I just continue. "She milked every drop of my cum and still begged for more. Tell me, little tigress, are you going to beg me to fuck you too? If you say pretty please, I might just—" Her hands shoot out and she pushes me off her. Her lip curls up in revulsion, and a loud slap lands on my cheek.
"Out! Get the hell out and away from me, you fucking asshole! Maybe those whores who seem to love your cock somuch will give you a place to sleep!" she shouts at me, pushing me with her feet until I fall off the bed.
Well… Mission accomplished.
I bite my tongue so I don't blurt out my other thoughts—how the fire in her eyes or the way she's ready to fight me tooth and nail is only making my cock harder, the need to pin her down and show her exactly what we're both missing out on almost overwhelming.
But I don't.
Not when I've worked for years to keep myself in check, to not let myself be ruled by my baser instincts. And so, to avoid further temptation, I leave. I gather my stuff and go to the spare bedroom across the hall.
Closing the door behind me, I drop my clothes in a corner and let myself fall onto the bed.
"God!" I groan out loud at my own stupidity. Because it's my own fault for taking the game too far, for enjoying it too much.
Without even thinking, I bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her essence.
Sweet yet spicy… just like her.
My other hand makes it past the band of my boxers to grip my excruciatingly hard cock.
