“Mm. I thought so. Your pretty little cunt is weeping for me.” I slip one thick digit inside her tight channel, stroking languidly against her inner walls. She squirms on my lap, a whimper slipping past her lips. “I know, baby girl. I know. We’re not done with your punishment yet, but I couldn’t help myself.”
I grip the belt that’s wound around her wrists to hold her steady, then I bring my palm down on her ass twice on each side.
“Five. Six.” She takes a deep, shuddering inhale before finishing. “Seven. Eight.”
“That’s it. You’re almost there.”
My cock strains against my zipper as I spank her two more times and she counts each one.
“Good girl. What do you say?”
“Thank you,” she says breathlessly.
I untie her wrists and cradle her in my arms. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay.”
“Color?”
“Green.”
I press my lips to her forehead and inhale a hit of her warm scent. “I love you, Angel. More than anything in the world. You remember that, alright? You remember that in a minute when I become your devil.”
She draws in a sharp breath before a fire ignites in her dark irises. “Yes, sir.”
“On the bed. Face down. Let me see my pretty pussy.”
She follows each gruff command without trepidation. With her ass in the air and her face against the mattress, she reaches back and spreads herself open for me. I can see the red marks left behind by my palm, and the wetness dripping between her thick, dimpled thighs. My pulse picks up at the sight of her like this, vulnerable and exposed—on display for my pleasure, each stretch mark, old and new, decorating her body like a road map of all my favorite parts.
I tie my hair into a messy bun at the top of my head so it’s not in the way, then I release my throbbing cock from my jeans, stroking roughly as the denim pools on the floor.
It won’t take much for me to come. Just seeing her like this, covered in my marks, has me ready to fucking explode. I used to have better control, but Angelina’s managed to tear it to shreds.
The urge to devour her overwhelms me.
Just one taste before I take what I need.
With my cock in hand, I kneel at the end of the bed, slapping her hands away before burying my face between her cheeks, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh. Her arousal is heady and intoxicating. She writhes and moans, fingers tangling in the bed sheets. I flick my tongue against her clit, eliciting a quiet whimper. It’s not what she needs, but I repeat the teasing motion anyway.
“Griffin,” she whines.
I nip at the soft flesh of her inner thigh. “You’ll take what I give you.”
“Yes, sir.”
Sliding my middle and ring fingers into her tight heat, I pump them in and out, staring at my gold wedding band slick with her arousal. This is how it should have been all along.
“I’m close,” she says on a stuttered inhale.
I abruptly remove my fingers, watching her wetness drip down her thighs as I roll a condom down my rigid length. I’d love nothing more than to take her bare, but Angie went through hell bringing Jessie into the world, and I’m not taking any chances. If someday she decides she wants more babies, I’ll give them to her with a goddamn smile on my face. Until then, I’ll do everything in my power to protect her.
“Please,” she says.
I gather the saliva in my mouth and spit onto her asshole, watching it drip down to her pussy. She quivers when I circle her clit with my fingers. “I love how goddamn desperate you get for me. Such a needy little mess.”
“Please, Griffin. I need to come.”
“Not yet. You’ll come when I allow it.”
