“Th-that’s … absurd,” I say, and it comes out way breathier than I want it to. His thick finger works its way inside. Fuck that’s good. “And if I have pneumonia?”
“Then I want pneumonia, too.” I can’t decide whether that’s romantic or disgusting. I don’t think he’s trying to be romantic—that’s not something Tate knows. But maybe he’s the devoted kind. Or he’s full of shit.
His eyes twinkle with something secret. “What?” I ask.
“My uncle died of pneumonia.”
“That’s terrible. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. If pneumonia hadn’t gotten him, I would have.”
“Okaaaaay, so we hate him?”
“Yes.”
He changes the subject with his finger, pumping it in and out of me faster. “Oh, god. Yeah.More.That’s good.”
He slows enough that I can talk again, while I enjoy the steady in and out. He’s reclined on his side, watching me respond to his ministrations, gaze relaxed.What an interesting time for him to study me.
“If you want more, you know what you need to do, dollface,” he says in lazy tones. He reaches down with his free hand, giving his fat cock a few strokes. God, I wanna suck it, but what an asshole. He wants me to beg. My cheeks heat.
“Is this going to be for the rest of our married lives?”
“I don’t know. Depends on whether I get bored with it or not.” His slick finger leaves me, fucking in between my ass cheeks.
“Tate—that’s not fair.”
“I didn’t promise fair.”
“Please. Your finger … two fingers,” I amend, grunting. Swallowing. But I don’t stop there, I beg with my ass, rubbing it in time with his motions. At least the begging works. He gives me what my broken voice pleads for, sliding both fingers in.Halfway, out, then all the way in. My dick throbs, and I groan, shivering.
“You like that, dollface?”
“Yes,” I whisper. He might not give a fuck, but I still feel the need to be quiet. There’s a house full of people downstairs. All I need is for one of them to come up here. Did he lock the door?
But I quickly forget about doors and people, reduced to writhing on his fingers. I take a peek at his cock, leaking in the moonlight. He strokes it some more.
“You want this?”
“You know I do,” I almost whine.
“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you in this perfect ass of yours.” He smirks at the displeasure on my face, shaking his head. “You’ll debase yourself for me, dollface. Every time. Or maybe you don’t want my cock that badly, hmmm?”
He’s such a fucking bastard, but I figured out one of his weaknesses last time. I’ll beg, but I’m doing it in a way he can’t resist. A way that makes him feral. Two can play.
“I don’t want you to fuck me.” His fingers pause, brow furrowing. “I want you to take me. Use that big fat cock of yours and ruin me, Tate. Make me all yours.”
He growls, flipping me over.Crack!Pain blooms over my right ass cheek. And I swear I hear … is that the click of the door?
“That’s it, pretty boy. Get that ass in the air and spread those legs for me.”
Arching my back, I obey, sticking my ass up high, opening wide. A delicious shiver works its way down my spine. How I must look for him. My big ass, round, wordlessly begging to be fucked.
There’s a sound. A door creaking, maybe?
“What’s that—” I whisper.
“Nothing,” he says into my ear.
