“You say one thing, but your body tells me another,” he teased, running his fingers along my wet panties.
I was torn between my own desires and the fear of getting laid by my oppressor. My body stiffened when he shifted my panties and slid his finger inside me.
“This is harassment,” I said amidst moans, my eyes wide with lust.
“Is it, though?” he asked, dipping his finger deeper inside my wet pussy.
I jerked, letting out a broken breath.
“Last time I checked, you’re my wife.”
He withdrew his hand and raised his fingers for me to see.
They were coated in my juice, thick and sticky.
He smirked at me, rubbing his thumb against his wet index and middle fingers. “You’re horny. There’s no shame in that.”
I locked my jaw. “Fuck you, Karik.”
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Why stop at saying it when you can do it?”
His husky voice and that sexy look of his fanned the burning flames within me. My heart was on fire, and I was shivering like I’d caught a fever.
I knew I should’ve walked away sooner.
Now I was trapped, desperate to feel his hands on me. The urgency was driving me crazy. And the longer I held his gaze, the more vulnerable I became.
You know what? Fuck this.
I grabbed him by the collar and pulled his head toward mine. “Fuck me.”
He flashed that hot smirk again. “As you wish.”
Seconds later, our heads collided in a heated kiss that left us breathless. I shed his jacket and tossed it aside, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his undershirt.
His lips devoured mine with the hunger of a man who’d been starving for a long time. His strong arms wrapped around my waist, his boner grazing against my dress.
He pressed me against him, making sure I felt the hardness of his erection. By now, I’d already lost every sense of reasoning and control. All that was left in my head was this insatiable craving for his cock.
His buttons weren’t coming off, so, fueled by my desperation, I ripped the damn things apart, and they splattered noisily across the floor. My hands began caressing his bare skin, feeling the toughness of his flesh and the jagged edges of his scars.
His hands went around my back and found my zipper. With a single pull, he unzipped my dress all the way down.
Karik lifted me into the air like I weighed nothing and carried me over to his table. He set me down and spread out my legs while kissing my lips.
I kissed him back, basking in the heat spreading across my body. I tugged at the top of my dress, pulling my hands out of the short sleeves.
My red lacy bra came into view. With a practiced move, I slipped my hands behind my back and unhooked it effortlessly. It slid down my body, revealing my average-sized breasts.
He broke our kiss for a moment, his eyes dropping to my chest, his hands already finding my tits. I reached for the waistband of his pants and pulled him closer. He lowered his head, took his shirt off, and sealed my lips with another fervent kiss.
I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped.
He squeezed my breasts with the tender touch of a man who knew his way around a woman’s body. Tongues invaded our mouths as our heads danced to the rhythm of our passion.
I leaned in, dipping my hand into his pants. His cock was hard as a rock. And after I gave it a few gentle strokes, Karik released a deep, throaty groan.
I liked it—that husky, masculine voice.
