Page 97 of Pretty Little Threats

The material relents to the knife as I drag it up between her thick thighs. Once I reach her apex, I toss it aside and wrap my hands around both flaps of material, looking up at Rose again. Cheeks flushed, she abuses the soft flesh of her bottom lip, tucking it beneath her teeth as she stares down at me. I narrow my eyes and she narrows hers right back.

I smirk and rip the dress, standing as the material pulls apart across her soft stomach and full breasts. The delicate, pale pink thong and matching bralette make my cock pulse. So delicate. A reminder that, if I’m not careful, I might break her.

Rose notices my slight hesitation and reaches around to unclasp her bra. “You’re thinking too loud.” She uses my words against me. The cups of her bra fall away, revealing pebbled, pale pink nipples. She hooks her fingers into the band of her thong.

“Rose,” I purr as she slides the thong down her thighs and takes them off.

She straightens and meets my gaze with fire in her own.

I stand back and admire her. “Beautiful.”

A flush runs up her body. “Dare.”

My name is a mere whisper on her lips, but it’s the want, the need in the way she says it that grips me. I’ve never let myself this close to someone. I never had the luxury of knowing what it was like to have a woman want me beyond one night. Beyond the riches and power and meaningless sex.

Rose is the first, but what about her?

Has she ever felt this way about someone else?

Irrational jealousy slithers through me, and I know if I ever come across someone she’s shared this with, I’ll kill them for having her, for taking pieces of what belongs to me.

Sitting atop the entryway table, Rose cups her breast and tweaks her nipple. My pretty little prize. “Are you going to fuck me?” she asks.

Not even close. I’m going to make sure she can’t even remember what’s come before me. I’m going to take everything she has to give and then demand more. I’m going to consume her until there’s nothing left.

But I don’t say any of that. I stalk toward her, and her eyes widen ever so slightly. I had always assumed that reaction was fear. Now that I know her better, I see the excitement shimmering in her hazel irises. See the way she licks her lips in anticipation.

“You’re fucked now, princess,” I murmur, dropping to my knees in front of her and hooking her legs over my shoulder. She squeaks as she tips over, but she catches herself right as I lick her from center to clit, parting her soft skin with my tongue.

Her heady moan fills the foyer.

And I feast on my wife, sucking, lapping, tasting until her thighs squeeze my head and her essence drips from my chin. I reach between our bodies and pinch her nipples. Her walls flutter and clamp around me as I ease two fingers inside of her. She writhes. Her legs tremble. Her heels dig into my back, and her fingers thread into my hair, tugging.

“Please, please, please,” she begs, bucking into my face and lashing tongue.

Adding another digit, I stretch and thrust into her as I circle her clit, unrelenting as an unsteady rhythm of gasps and moans floats through the air. My lips seal around the sensitive nerves, and I suck, stroking her G-spot at the same time. And then my wife screams and squeezes me tighter with those thick thighs.

I hum against her, drawing out her orgasm until she’s nothing but a whimpering mess of cum and sweat. Her back collapses onto the table and her legs fall open.

“I’m not even close to done with you,” I murmur, kissing my way up her stomach, sucking her left nipple into my mouth and easing my fingers out of her.

She groans in protest.

I move to her other breast. “So needy.”

“More,” she rasps, holding the back of my head as I tease my tongue over her pebbled peak.

“Say please.”

“Fuck you,” she growls.

A laugh bursts out of me, surprising us both. My gaze flies up to meet hers, and she lifts her head, gazing down at me with a lazy grin on her face. I memorize the moment, then seal my lips around her tit and suck. Her mouth dropping open, she wraps her legs around me, smashing herhips against my torso, but my suit keeps me from feeling how wet she is.

I break away from her and rip my clothes off. Rose props herself up on her elbows and watches, admiration shining in her gaze as it drifts over my abs and down to my cock. Fisting it, I pump once and groan. “This is what you do to me.”

“That’s my cock.”

Prowling toward her, I push her legs apart and jerk her down until her ass is suspended in the air. “Is that what you think?”

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