“I—” I couldn’t finish because he’d pulled another nipple between his teeth. That shit was so painful and felt so damn good at the same time.
“You wanna know what hearing you tell me about hurting the people who planned to hurt someone you loved made me feel, Dakota?”
Did I? I mean, a few minutes ago, when we started the conversation, I figured it was time to tell him. I trusted him. He loved me. I wouldn’t hurt him by lying to him.
He released one of my breasts, dropping that hand between my thighs to my pussy that was open and waiting for his attention, thanks to the crotchless bottom of this lingerie. After pulling his hand back and quickly spitting on his fingers, he thenmoved them to my clit. When he circled the bud, my eyesight was blurred again, this time from the blinding pleasure that soared through me like a hurricane.
I gasped and moaned.
Fabian nodded. “Yeah, baby. Just like that. That’s exactly what I felt when you were telling that story. Aroused as fuck.”
He dipped those same two fingers inside of me, placing his thumb at my clit, then sucked my nipple into his mouth again.
“Shhhiiittt!” I hissed the word and began rocking my hips into his hand. “Shit! Shit! Shit! Baby, please don’t stop!”
He couldn’t stop. Not touching me, not making me feel so damn good, and definitely not understanding me. Because that’s essentially what he’d just said, or what his actions were saying. He didn’t judge me for what I did, and he didn’t think a thirteen-year-old shooting three already dead people was deranged.
“Not ‘til you cum for me,” he said, his mouth still close enough to my breast that the warmth of his breath made my nipples even harder. “Give it to me, baby.”
His fingers moved in and out of me so fast that the wet, suctioning sound ricocheted throughout the room. My essence coated my inner thighs, and I was certain dripped down his hand. His slacks would be ruined but he didn’t care. I knew for a fact that once we were in this place there was never anything more important than me reaching my climax, experiencing all the pleasure he had to give, and giving him every part of me.
He sucked my breasts while his fingers fucked my pussy and I couldn’t do anything but ride and scream my enjoyment. Did I have more questions? Did I want to know how he—the logical part of him—felt about my admission? Yeah, but shit, this was a good ass diversion, and I wasn’t about to complain.
“I’m cumming,” I wailed, my fingers gripping his shoulders.
“You better,” he growled, gripping my breast. “Give me them lips.”
I lowered my face to his, let him suck my lips while his thumb continued to circle my clit. When his fingers slid down, dragging my essence to usher his fingers over my rim, I trembled.
“Open,” was his next directive.
I opened my mouth wider, accepted the deep thrust of his tongue at the same time as his fingers breached my ass. He swallowed my scream as my release ripped through me like a tsunami.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered between kisses as I held on to keep from passing the fuck out. “That’s it.” He continued, his fingers still moving in an out of my ass.
I tried like hell to steady my breathing, believing he’d be done with those torturously slow motions that would no doubt have me climbing the mountain to ecstasy again, but that’s not what happened.
No, this man I loved to distraction, the one I now believed understood me on a level nobody else ever had, eased his fingers out of me, then smacked both hands to my ass. The loud clapping sound echoed just as he grumbled, “Get up and let me see that ass.”
I started to move, but my motions must have been too slow because the next thing I knew, he locked his arms around my waist and stood. My legs dangled for a few moments as he turned and dropped me onto the sectional. “On your knees, Mrs. Mathias.”
“What?” I asked, still dazed from the combination of the confession and that amazing orgasm.
“You heard me,” he said with a wink as he undid the buckle and clasp of his slacks. “On your fuckin’ knees.”
My gaze fell to his pretty ass dick, long and thick and a shade darker than his deep mocha hue. My mouth watered, and I licked my lips.
“Uh uhn,” he said, gripping his thickness at the base. “Turn that pretty ass around. I want that tonight.”
My pussy throbbed at his words, and I turned my ass around, put my knees on that sectional and braced my hands on the back. When he smacked my ass again, I moaned.
“You givin’ daddy that ass tonight?” he asked the question as he positioned himself between my legs, but he already knew the answer.
“Yes,” I whispered before twerking the ass he wanted so desperately.
“Hell fuckin’ yeah! Spread that shit for me.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I could see him licking his lips and jerking his dick. I moved one of the pillows to lay flat in front of me, dropped my head and shoulders onto it, and reached back to, just as my husband requested, spread my cheeks for him.
