I grin back until a terrible thought crosses my mind.
You’ve been totally focused on yourself.
What about him?
Shit.
I’m an awful sexual partner.
I can learn to get better with a little practice.
The terrible wife thing… Maybe not.
But again.
Fuck Moretti.
He straight-up told me to live my own life. I’m not going to feel guilty about doing exactly that.
I weave a hand between us, sliding my fingers under the band of Magnum’s boxers. Those might be boxer briefs. They’re extra soft and stretchy.
His crown is sticky, and his length jumps against my fingers as I cup him.
“That’s a bad idea, princess. I’m already hanging on by a thread,” he growls. It’s a little loud, but I’m sure I was louder.
“Take these off, please? I want to see andfeelall of you.” I nip at his lower lip, nodding and squeezing his cock.
He pulls his hand free of my sex and curses under his breath. A lazy smile crosses my face as he holds himself up, yanking down his underwear and jeans.
He settles over me again, but I give his shoulder a shove. Magnum’s back hits the bed next to me, and I pounce. Okay, it’s more of a slightly elegant roll on top of him, where I pin his arm to the mattress in my haste, but I’m getting the hang of being sexy in the bedroom.
I know exactly which pieces of clothing to select to play to my figure. Being naked is an entirely different story. It makes pulling my pajama dress off over my head a little intimidating, but Magnum’s eyes are greedy as I move to straddle him.
“Jesus Christ, woman. You’re killing me. These fucking tits. God, and that ass…” His hands land on my waist and somehow stretch down to my hips and butt. “You’re cooler than you were,” he murmurs, offering a lopsided smile.
“Yeah?” I plant my hands on his chest and lean in, bringing my face closer to his.
It’s difficult not to focus on the fact his hard shaft is inches below my aching pussy. I haven’t gotten a good look at it, but based on the way he felt in my hand, it’s going to take some work to get him to fit inside me.
“Yeah.”
“Then I guess I just want you,” I whisper, fluttering my lashes. “I would offer to suck you off, but I’m not sure I would be very good at it.”
My face flames, and I kiss him in hopes of distracting him from what I just said.
Magnum growls, bringing a hand to wrap in my hair. The other tightens on my ass, pulling me down until my slick core perfectly lines up with the underside of his shaft.
The height difference is a pain because I can only grind against his crown, but I’d like to glide over his entire length. He must agree because he sits up partially. It has to feel like he’s holding a crunch, but it lessens the distance I have to stretch to reach his mouth.
My tits ache with the same pulse that echoes in my core, and my perfume spills into the air, like it’s desperate to taunt the half-feral alpha.
Mag sits up even more, bringing me with him. I loop my forearm around the back of his neck, and he releases my hair to bring that hand to my rear end. The way his fingers dig into my skin makes me shiver, and I plaster my tits to his chest.
He cups my ass cheeks, pulling me apart and bringing me back together. He’s not inside me, but it makes my lower lips tighten over his length. “You like that?”
“Yeah.” I nod, my forehead falling against his shoulder.
“Me too.” He pulls me back and forth, grinding my pussy on his cock as I work him into his pelvis and lower stomach. His knot bumps my opening, and my core clenches around nothing. “You’re a dripping mess, princess. It makes me want to fuck up into you so damn bad. I’d fill you with my cum over and over again, but I’m not sure you’re ready for all that.”
