Page 98 of Pretty Little Threats

“It’s what I know,husband.”

“That mouth,” I say, shaking my head and glancing down as I position myself at her center. “One day, I’m going to fuck it, but tonight, this pussy is mine.” I thrust in so hard, she scoots up the table and the wooden legs screech across the foyer floor. I moan as she pulses around me. Rose’s walls are rippled and silky, perfectly molded to fit me. Pulling back, almost all the way out, I meet her gaze. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she breathes. Not a single protest.

Damn fucking right. I slam into her again, grinding my jaw as she tightens around me. Rose feels like home. She’s addicting. A hit of ecstasy and I want more. She’s going to be the death of me.

Back arching, hands grasping the edges, Rose clings to the table as I pound into her, fucking her so deep and hard, she’ll remember me for days to come.

But that’s not enough.

I want her to think about me every time she walks.

Sheathing myself fully inside her, I reach down and slip my hands around her back, helping her sit. As her legsinstinctively wrap around me, I pick her up, holding her ass and letting gravity force her deeper onto my shaft. Soft fingers glide over my cheek and tip my face, then plush lips crash into mine, desperate and hungry.

I nip at her tongue and take control as I walk us to the front door, pinning her against it and deepening the kiss as my hand finds its way around her throat. She sighs as I stroke the column of her neck. She writhes against me, rocking her hips in little circles, needy and desperate. Just the way I like her.

Grinding against her, I let her have a moment of reprieve and savor how perfectly our bodies fit, and then I start to pump my hips, slowly at first, pulsing my fingers against her throat in time until I’m going too fast to keep up. I tug her bottom lip between my teeth as I break the kiss, delighting in her soft whimper of protest.

“Take a breath,” I tell her, loosening the grip on her throat. She does as I ask, one hand coming to clutch my forearm. “Good. I’m going to apply pressure, you dig your nails into my skin if it’s too much.”

She gasps as my cock hits the soft spot deep inside of her.

“Rose,” I rasp. “Tell me you understand.”

“I understand,” she says, voice breathy.

“What do you do if it’s too much?”

“Dig my nails in.”

“Good.” And I flex each finger around her throat until her eyes widen. “Who do you belong to?” I ask, mostly to ensure she’s okay with the mild pressure.

“You,” she says. “More.”

The edges of my lips quirk. “Anything for you, princess.” My hips slam into her as I choke her harder. Her grip on myforearm is steady. I flex a little more. Her walls tighten in response and I almost come. “Fuuuuuck.”

Keeping my eyes on hers, checking for any sign of it being too much, I thrust into Rose again and again, watching as her lips part. Her gaze is trained on my face, and I’m not sure I’m worthy of the trust she’s giving me, but as her chest rises, as she starts to struggle to get enough air, bit by bit, as her cunt chokes my dick just as tight, I take everything she’s giving.

“That’s my pretty wife,” I say around my pants. “Look at you taking me so well.” My length pulses inside of her, but I fight for my life. I’m not done yet. Rose is close. Her body is so tense, so tight, and I pump into her. The front door rattles with each thrust.

Rose’s walls flutter around me, legs tightening as she comes, her cry strangled by my hand around her throat. Her nails dig into my skin. I release the hold, but I want more.

I carry her to the living room and sit, grunting as the angle allows me to slide deeper into her.

“Dare,” she breathes, her hands gripping the couch behind my head as she sits, slamming her ass against my thighs. She’s so wet, I glide out of her when she lifts up. A frustrated growl tears out of her, and she slips her hand between our bodies. Wrapping her fingers around me, she pumps, gathering up our slick before repositioning me.

The new friction is almost enough to undo me, but I hold strong, even as she smooths her wet palm over my torso, painting my abs with her cum.

“That’s better,” she purrs, gazing down at me as she grips the back of the couch again. “You feel so good.”

“Rose,” I warn, because I’m too fucking close for her to talk to me this way. I hold her hips and help her move.

She buries her fingers in my hair andwrenches my head back, smirking when I moan at the pain. “That’s right, Dare, it’s my turn.” Rose rocks her hips, up, down, back and forth, grinding her clit against me, lifting until I nearly slip out of her, only to drop back down my length. She tugs on my hair, brushes her lips over my neck before biting down hard.

My hips slam up to meet hers, and she moans, sucking and leaving her mark on my skin. As her nipples scrape over my chest, she flexes around me, gripping me so hard, I whimper as my balls ache, more than ready to come. But I’m not ready. I want more.

Rose kisses up my throat, her lips sweeping over the lobe of my ear. “I want you to come inside me,” she whispers.

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