Page 59 of Never Been Worse

“This isn’t yours,” he says low, swatting my hand away and running a thick finger through my wetness. “This is all mine now, Harper. And look how fucking pretty it is.”

“Please,” I moan, not even bothering to argue with that. I can be a feminist and still want my husband to own my pussy.

“Please what?”

“Please make me come, Wes,” I plead, eyes on his. He smiles, then gives me what I want, no,need.Two thick fingers slide into me, hooking up and he starts to fuck me, hard and fast, his thumb brushing over my clit as he does. “Wes!” I shout, my head tipping back with the pleasure of it, but his free hand moves quickly to the nape of my neck, pushing my head forward until my forehead touches his.

“No, Harper. You’re going to look into my eyes and know your husband is the one giving you this.”

I breathe heavily and nod, and then it happens. I come, tumbling into a ravine of all-consuming pleasure that racks through my body violently. It seems to go on forever, his fingers slowing in me as the orgasm fades out, leaving me panting.

“We’re home now, wife. Now I can do everything I’ve been dreaming about for fucking years. First though.” He moves, grabbing my hand and moving so my hand is once more stacked under his, the opposite of how we spent the car ride. This time his hand is guiding mine toward my lips. “Clean these, baby.”

And then his middle finger and mine are in my mouth, his eyes locked on mine. I run my tongue over our fingers, moaning at the combined taste of me and him and the fuckingpromisein his eyes.

“Good girl,” he says with a smile before helping me out of the car, tugging my dress down, my panties long gone, and leading me toward the house.

TWENTY-TWO

WES

“Go upstairs,” I say as we step inside, kicking my shoes off into a corner as I turn my back to her to lock the door behind us. “Our bed. Naked.” It’s a command, one I expect her to obey.

The drive was the most blissful kind of torture I’ve ever endured, the kind I’ll revisit in my mind many, many times from now until the day I die. Though, if things go my way, I won’t have to relive the moment on my own.

But as tends to be Harper's way, when I turn toward the stairs, I’m surprised to find her undoing the back of her sinful dress, letting it fall in a puddle around her until she’s completely naked in the foyer, save for those heels, her wedding rings, and the W necklace. When I gave her the jewelry, I never anticipated what a fucking sight it would be for her to wear nothing but them.

Okay, that’s a bit of a lie. I’ve pictured exactly thatmany times.I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve jacked off to the idea of what Harper would look like in nothing but that necklace. Ever since she wore that tiny bathing suit that was the temptation to end all temptations and hid little to nothing from my imagination.

But the reality proves to be much, much greater than my imagination.

“Harper.” I take in her body, all lush curves and miles of freckled skin, her copper hair falling in waves over one shoulder as she smiles before taking a step toward me. “Harper,” I repeat, warning in the word because the look on her face is absolutely devious. Still, she continues to move closer until she’s right in front of me, head tilting up to look at me. Instinctively, my hands move to cup her jaw, and I press my lips to hers.

I can’t get enough of her. I briefly wonder if I ever will as my tongue swipes along the seam of her lips, as they open to me, as her tongue swipes against mine.

Probably not.

My hand slides down her naked back, a shiver running through her as I finally take the opportunity to hold her bare ass in my hands, groaning as I cup it and pull her into me. Maybe I’ll just fuck her right here on the floor because I’m not sure if I can make it up the stairs and to our room.

No, this has been such a long time coming. I think I can wait another moment.

I think she’s on the same page as me when her hands move to the waist of my pants, unzipping and pushing them down, my feet stepping out and kicking them to the side.

Once more, she surprises me as she shifts, moving to her knees before me. Those high heels are all I can see besides her gorgeous red hair and her full pink lips and her wide green eyes staring up at me as she wraps her hand around my cock, slowly tugging once. I groan at the feel, at the look, and at the way her eyes go wide when she looks at my hard cock, something that makes it bob with pride.

“Take off your shirt,” she whispers, and I do as she asks because I think I’d doanythingshe asks right now. I toss it to the floor, and then all conscious thoughts leave my mind when her small, pink tongue moves out, trailing from base to tip in one long swipe, her eyes locked on mine as she does. A shuddering breath leaves my lungs as she takes the head between her lips and sucks, twirling her tongue over the tip.

“I told you to go upstairs,” I say, my voice low and gravelly with need.

Her mouth pops off as she looks at me. “I don’t want to,” she says in a pout, her hand tugging at my cock.

My jaw goes loose just a bit, my hand moving to her hair against my will, gently gathering the thick locks into a ponytail. “You’ve got a smart mouth, you know that, Harper?”

Her eyes twinkle like she finds this to be a fun challenge. “What are you going to do about it?” she asks low, her breath ghosting along my cock.

“Guess we’ll have to see, won’t we?” I lean back a bit to get a better view of her tongue licking the precum off the tip as she jacks me slowly. “Suck it, baby.”

Her eyes go wide with my command before they go heated. They never leave mine as she slides me into her mouth, enclosing me in warm, wet heat, and giving me everything I’ve been dying to feel for months. Years.

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