Page 73 of Sins of Arrogance

“Yes.”

“How wet?” I push her legs apart, tak­ing in the sight of her juices glis­ten­ing around the tan­ta­liz­ing pink open­ing to her body.

“You tell me,” she breathes.

Run­ning my fore­fin­ger through her folds, I gather her arousal.

She moans softly, her gaze fixed on me.

“So per­fect.” Lift­ing my fin­ger near my mouth, I in­hale her unique scent.

My mouth wa­ters and I suck her juices off my fin­ger, her tangy essence burst­ing across my tongue.

Then, be­cause I can’t not, I do it again, this time dip­ping into her satiny heat to coat my fin­ger in her arousal. Her vagi­nal walls clamp around it and her gor­geous tits rise and fall with her rapid breaths.

Pulling my fin­ger out, I trace up her folds and cir­cle the sweet lit­tle clit peek­ing out of its hood.

“Michael.” My name is a plea on her tongue, but she’s not ready for more.

Not yet.

With­draw­ing my hand from be­tween her legs, my gaze roves over the beau­ti­ful curves that drive me wild. “Not wet enough yet, mo stór. You’ll soak the sheet un­der you by the time I’m done.”

Her pupils di­late and her body moves rest­lessly on the bed. She wants that too.

A river of car­nal sen­su­al­ity runs un­der the sur­face of my but­toned-down wife and I am the only one who will ever get to see it surge over the banks of her con­trol

Stand­ing, I be­gin to strip as Kara watches with avid in­ter­est. I take my time, know­ing this drives her wild. She is as en­thralled by my body as I am by hers.

“Stop teas­ing me,” she husks. “You know I want to see.”

I shrug off my shirt and she sighs, her eyes glow­ing with ap­pre­ci­a­tion. Be­fore our mar­riage, I had women look at me with lust be­fore, but none ever watched me like do­ing so fed their soul.

If there’s any­thing left of my own soul, it be­longs to this woman. My ad­dic­tion.

As I shove my slacks and box­ers down my legs, my cock bobs and slaps against my stom­ach. It’s so hard, a painful rhythm of blood surges through it with ev­ery beat of my pulse.

Kara’s gaze locks onto it, and she licks her lips, the heated de­sire in her eyes turn­ing into an in­ferno.

She’s pissed at me be­cause of Dier­dre, but she still wants me.

Al­most as much as I want her.

Feel­ing like the preda­tor that I am, I crawl onto the bed and kneel be­tween her legs, spread­ing her thighs wide.

Kara’s light brown curls are dark with mois­ture. Her nether lips glis­ten, invit­ing my kiss and her swollen and needy clit begs for my tongue.

I trace my fin­ger over her folds again, cir­cling that tight lit­tle bud just enough to make her hips buck, but giv­ing it no di­rect stim­u­la­tion.

Push­ing her foot to­ward her curvy ass cheek, I make her bend her knee be­fore I press down on her thigh. Then I do the same to her other leg, leav­ing her in a lewd lo­tus po­si­tion com­pletely ex­pos­ing her pussy to my hun­gry gaze.

I take my time look­ing, let­ting my eyes soak in the sen­sual beauty that is my wife bound and ar­ranged for my plea­sure. Her labia flushes darker, and her arousal per­fumes the air around us.

In­hal­ing deeply, my hunger grows. “Look at that sweet cunt, so ready for my mouth.”

“Yes.” She shifts a lit­tle, but her legs don’t move from the po­si­tion I placed them in.

Good girl.