Page 28 of The Bloke

“You could fuck me into a coma, and I’d still deny it.” I sneered.

I have made several bad decisions in the past twenty-four hours. One of which was marrying this man. What’s one fucking more? Antagonizing him might become my new favorite game.

“Your fight only turns me on more, love.” He smirked, gripping my yoga shorts on either side of the seam and ripping them apart down the center. "Now, if you won’t come with me for dinner, I’ll just have to eat my meal here instead.”

“Those are Lulu-fucking-lemon!” I snapped, gawking at what he had just done to my favorite workout shorts. I spent months justifying the frivolous purchase.

“I’ll buy you all the Lulu-fucking-lemon you want after I taste my wife’s sweet cunt.” Colby growled, pushing my thong aside and sliding a finger inside of me. “Which, I might add, is soaked for me.” He pulled his finger back out, sucking on it before gripping my thighs and falling back to his knees.

I watched him intently, still propped up on my elbows, as he brought his mouth so close to my cunt that I could feel his warm breath against it.

“Eyes on me if you want to come later, love.” He murmured before dragging his tongue up the length of me, closing his mouth around my clit and sucking hard.

I struggled to keep my eyes focused on his, pressing my lips into a hard line, fighting the urge to moan as he devoured me.

Fuck, why couldn’t he be terrible at sex? I’ve heard‘eat me’being used as an insult several times, but I never thought it would feel this good to be someone’s feast.

His tongue continued to explore my cunt, as he kept firm suction on my clit. My legs were shaking from still being in the straps of the reformer, resisting the weight of the springs, my body, and his goddamn sinful mouth.

A whimper escaped my lips as I dropped from my elbows, gripping the handles behind the shoulder pads.

“Sienna, love. I can’t see those beautiful blue-grey eyes of yours.” Colby’s seductive voice made me squirm under him as he drove two fingers into me, fucking me roughly with them. I squeezed my eyes shut, holding back a moan. “Sienna—” He warned with a growl.

“No.” I breathed.

I was ready to break. Every inch of my body was shaking with the need to come. Colby stopped, pulling his fingers from my throbbing cunt.

“Look at me, love. Otherwise, you’ll have to wait until we get home to come.”

I groaned at the threat and loss of his touch.

“I—I don’t live with you… Colby.” I manage to get out between breaths and a dry swallow. I was a bitch in heat for him, and yet I still had my fight.

“Then, I’ll live with you. Eyes on me, Sienna. Now.” He ordered, and my eyes shot up to his.

“You wouldn’t.” I gasped.

“Don’t ever question what I will or won’t do for you.” He stated. “Come for me, love, so I can take you to whatever place you want to call home and fuck you into that coma.”

With a chuckle, his mouth was back on my cunt, his fingers pumping inside of me as a third was added. They rubbed right up against my G-spot, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my climax tore its way through my senses.

I cried out his name, my hands releasing the handles, and instead gripped his hair as I came onto his face.

Colby groaned in satisfaction as he removed his fingers from me, dragging his tongue around my now-dripping cunt. I fell back on the reformer, releasing my hold on his hair, and reached for my own.

Not giving me a chance to catch my breath, he removed my feet from the straps and picked me up, cradling my body in his arms.

“I… can’t…” I mumbled, unable to think past my orgasm that I was still coming down from.

I didn’t want to go with him. I wanted to go home—to my apartment.

Without uttering a word, Colby opened the top drawer of the front desk, grabbing my keys and wedding ring. He gloomed at seeing it before slamming the drawer shut and exiting the studio, carrying me out and locking the door behind him as if I weighed absolutely nothing.

Was he upset that I took it off?

Colby dropped me into the passenger seat of his Slingshot, parked out front, and once in the driver’s seat, his eyes fixated on mine. I pressed my thighs together to cover the split in my shorts, even though he’d already seen everything—explored it with his mouth.

Taking my left hand, Colby slipped the wedding ring back on my finger before his blue eyes seared into mine.

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