Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“No, baby,” I murmur with a slight shake of my head. “You can’t. I’ll tie you to the damn bed if I have to.”
The corners of her mouth curve upward, and I see a flash of triumph across her face. I can barely comprehend that look… that she feels like she’s won something… then her hand is pressing against my crotch.
And there she finds me fully hard and I’m not even sure when that happened. I mean… I’m always on the verge of getting a hard-on around her. It’s been that way for three years I’m so fucking attracted to her.
She squeezes me and I can’t stop the groan that rips free.
“You know what you need to do, then,” she taunts, running her palm up and down my cock now straining to bust free of my zipper.
Yeah… I know what I need to do.
And I hate myself for it.
CHAPTER 10
Van
My hips punch forward, a natural reaction to the grip Simone has on me. I drop my forehead to rest against hers, exhaling in defeat. I can’t make myself pull away.
It’s not that I’m afraid Simone will give herself to someone else because I don’t believe her taunts for a minute. It’s purely that I don’t want to hurt her anymore tonight. I want to give her something because I’ve caused her so much pain and I know my touch and my attention will be a balm to her.
I also know it will confuse things, but she’s pushed me past my breaking point.
“You want me to fuck you?” I ask, my voice hoarse with desire as she continues to stroke me.
Simone is oddly silent, so I lift my head to peer down at her. She nods while running her tongue over her lower lip. It takes all my willpower not to bite her.
Sliding my hand from the front of her throat to cup her around the back of her neck, I make sure she’s clear on what this means. “You know it won’t change anything. I’ll make you come and still walk away.”
Fire flashes in her eyes. Utter defiance and a slight smirk that tells me she believes she still has power over me. I can practically read her thoughts. Yeah, baby… I remember. I remember you tried to do that three years ago when I was gunning hard for you and you always came back.
“Just shut up and kiss me,” she demands.
I stare at her hard, trying to find something within her expression that will turn me off this course, but another hard stroke on my dick distracts me.
Fuck it.
I pull her up to my mouth by the grip I have on the back of her neck and Christ… her lips against mine feel even better than her hands on my dick. Not sure how that’s possible, but I have no intention of fucking my wife tonight so my dick doesn’t matter.
Simone purrs into my mouth, greedy for the attention. Her tongue tangles with mine, and I lean into her, pinning her to the wall. It also traps her hand against my cock so she can’t move it. I don’t want to get sidetracked.
Inching my hand up the back of her neck, I grab a hunk of her hair and pull her head to the side. Trailing my lips down her neck, I’m satisfied by her full-body shiver. Love how much the tiniest touch affects her.
Simone has never been a docile participant and she attempts to shove me back so she can stroke my erection. I sink my teeth into that tender area where the bottom of her neck slopes into her shoulder and she groans.
I reach down, grab her wrists and pull her hands away from me. I pin them to the wall.
“Let me go,” she demands. “Let me touch you.”
“Unless you want me to walk out of here, try to be obedient and keep your hands to yourself.”
“But—”
“Let’s not talk either,” I add.
Simone glares at me but remains silent.
“Good girl,” I praise, and I’m assaulted with what seems like a million memories of me ordering Simone to do something and her obeying beautifully.
She’s always been my good girl.
Tentatively, I release her wrists and pause a moment as our gazes remain coiled up with each other. Then I’m jerking her bra down, relishing the way she gasps at the sudden move. I cover her breasts with my palms, squeezing their fullness and then pinching each nipple. Simone’s hips jerk forward and then she sinks back against the wall. I let my eyes roam all over her, my emotions churning like a poisonous potion of lust and fury and self-loathing and love.
I want to fuck her so bad, but I won’t.
But I will make her feel good, at least for the moment.
“Do you want me to make you come, baby?”
Her lips stay sealed but she nods.