“You’re too fucking meek… but watching you act like a queen… like there’s iron in your spine… made my fucking cock hard.”
My jaw drops.
Wellshit.
“I didn’t stand up for myself to get you off.” But my protest doesn’t sound very sure and he can see right through it.
His smile is hungry.
“No… but here we are.”
He devours my mouth with a meteoric kiss. The heat of him makes arousal break out across my chest. My nipples stiffen and a gasp escapes my lips, straight into his throat. His free hand moves up my body and roughly shoves the low cut of my dress aside, cupping my breasts as he kisses me, and he turns me like I’m his plaything, shoving me down onto the top of the table he has propped against the door. It bangs loudly and I gasp, landing on my ass, knees spreading, and he eagerly pulls my dress up, kissing and sucking my lips, his taste sending whirls of bliss straight into my brainstem.
“What… are you doing?” His fingers graze down between my legs. He sucks my lower lip as he teases along my panties,stroking and sending pulses of heaven into my core. “Someone definitely heard that noise.”
“Good. Let them come check on us.”
“You seriously don’t care?”
“I seriously don’t care. You’re my wife. What’s wrong with tasting you?”
I arch, moaning as he kisses me again. This time, he shoves my panties aside and strokes along my seam, spreading me slowly. It’s agonizing and God, it feels so good. There are a dozen moments when I could pull away from him, tell him to stop, remind him that we’re not in a real relationship and he can’t touch me whenever he wants to.
But I keep my mouth shut. All my protests are drowned by how badly I want him. This hate, this need, it’s all bound up, but most of all I keep thinking about the thrill and the terror I felt back in that room. The warm glow of confidence. The power of all those men staring at me, most with hate in their eyes, and knowing they can’t do a damn thing about it.
Because Gabe is my husband… and he needs me.
Like I need him.
His fingers plunge inside. I arch into him, groaning his name softly as he kisses my neck. He fucks me with his fingers like that, stroking in and out, whispering how good I feel and how beautiful I am, and how I deserve to burn this whole building to the ground. I grind against his palm, whimpering, but he doesn’t stop. He kisses lower, to my breasts, sucks one nipple and praises my body as he does it, going lower, spreading my legs, his mouth finding my inner thigh. My heart’s racing in my chest.I’ve never had a man do this before. Fear hits me, uncertainty, desire, need, it’s all warring?—
But I want to be the woman I was in that room, standing in front of those powerful men, taking a little power for myself.
And that woman wouldn’t stop a gorgeous man from getting me off.
I clench my jaw as his mouth finds my pussy.
The moment his tongue laps me and he lets out the obscenest moan I’ve ever heard in my life?—
I don’t have to fight anymore.
I crumble and melt right into his touch.
“Oh baby you taste so sweet,” he murmurs, sounding like he’s lost as he licks me, sucking and working my clit with his mouth like a demon. I grip his hair whimpering, letting out these little moans I’ve never heard before. I didn’t know I could make these noises, but I like it. I didn’t know I could feel this good, and I need more.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, tightening my grip.
“You think I can stop now?” He slides his fingers into me. I feel so full as his mouth sucks and licks my clit. The sensation is overwhelming, so much more intense than anything I’ve felt before, but most of all because it’s him doing it to me. His mouth eating me, licking me, praising me as he does it. “You have such a pretty, delicious little pussy. How did I luck into a wife like you?”
“You mean… how did you luck… into my bank account?”
For a moment, he stops and looks up at me, fingers buried inside me, eyes blazing.
“I can get money anywhere. Money is common. Money is fuckingeasy. But you…” He trails off.
“So why didn’t you?”
There’s a moment where he looks unsure. But then he drops down between my legs again and the uncertainty is gone as he goes at me with twice the intensity as before. His mouth is heaven and my head goes dizzy and wild as the table bangs against the wall in a rhythmic thump. I know the whole damn place probably knows what’s going on but I can’t bring myself to stop it. I don’t care what anyone thinks of me, and that’s not normal, none of this is normal. Which is a good thing.
