“No,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Hmm, you look so disheveled, husband.”
She wants to play? I am the right man.
I pin her with a knowing stare. “I think you want to get fucked, wife.”
She gasps, her feigned shock adding to the seduction game between us. “If you were the last man on earth, I still wouldn’t fuck you.”
I crack my neck, anger coiling around my insides, turning me into a fucking beast.
“You better believe I’d be the last man alive because I would never permit another one to breathe near you.”
She undoes the shirt, one button at a time, driving me wild with desire, each inch she exposes turning me feral and shattering my composure. She trails a delicate finger down the valley of her breasts to her belly button, meeting my gaze unabashedly. “We women have an incredible capacity for getting away with things.”
Not devouring her demands my entire strength, my muscles straining, ready to snap from the pressure. “Oh, baby, try, but I will kill him and fuck you in his blood to remind you that even if you fucked the entire male population, I would still own you.”
She clamps her mouth shut, straightening on the chaise lounge sofa, and I crawl on top of her, caging her in.
“I will find a man to erase your claim on my body,” she says, arching up, exposing more of that delicious nakedness I am aching to lick, taste, nibble.
“Now you’ve fucked up, baby.”
I grip her hair and tug her over the back of the sofa, and with the other hand, I take myself out, stroking myself. “I will washyour mouth with my cock and fuck your throat sore so you never spew such bullshit again.” I roll my lower lip between my teeth. “You won’t forget this lesson.”
Zara bites her lip, her pupils swimming in a pool of desire, giving me a look of pure satisfaction.
She thinks she won. She won’t think that by the end.
I am too afraid to fuck her, not wanting to harm our baby, but her mouth and ass are fair game. My fucking her mouth is not for her; it’s for me, to teach this woman of mine a lesson.
I grip the base of my hard cock and slap her cheek, then the other. It’s longer than her face and so thick it barely fits my fingers.
“Apologize,” I say, sounding hoarse, so fucking hot for her I might come from one lick alone.
A mischievous gleam sparks in her eyes. “For the truth? Never.”
I’ve tried, so I click my tongue, tsking. “Bad girl. And bad girls get punished. Open.”
She shakes her head and purses her lips into a tight line as if that will keep me out.
Smirking, I dig my fingers into her cheeks and force her mouth open.
I press the tip to her lips. “Take it like the good girl you can be. If you bite, I will bite every inch of your skin.”
Apprehension and arousal swim in her eyes, they liquefy into pure heat, making me lose my damn sanity.
Then I thrust in one go, going past her gag reflex and burying myself in her throat.
Her eyes pop up. Face flushed and eyes tearing up, her lips kiss my groin and her neck swells with the indent of my cock.
I caress along the shape and wrap my fingers around her throat. “My cock is buried in your throat. Sass me now. Tellme how you will let another man have what is mine,” I groan, muscles pulled taut from the exquisite pleasure.
Panic mixes with lust, my cock making it harder for her to breathe, so I pull out, only the head remaining in her mouth. “Breathe through your nose. This is for my pleasure, not yours.”
I fuck her in long thrusts and she chokes and slobbers on my cock, her neck and face redden, her hand reaching for her pussy, but I thrust harder, my cock slipping back into her throat. Her hands instantly go to my ass, digging her nails into my flesh.
She mumbles around my cock. I am convinced she curses me out.
