Page 62 of Deviant

“I decide when you come.”

She growled. “You said this was my night.”

“It is, baby. I won’t choke you, deny you, or fuck you in the ass, but I still decide when you come.”

Drawing her lower lip between her teeth, she rolled her head from side to side. “I need to come. Please, Rafe.”

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” I pulled out and watched my cock slide home to heaven once more. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“Ahh,fuuuuck! Right there.”

“You want more?”

“Yes,” she hissed, her body strung as tight as a guitar string.

I didn’t mind loving her like this. Slow. Excruciatingly slow, my gaze held prisoner by the sight of my shaft sinking inside her over and over again, glistening with her arousal.

While I watched our bodies coming together, I felt her eyes on me.

She needed more.

A flick of my tongue on her nipple. Teeth tugging on the sensitive bud.

A finger lodged in her ass.

One hand smothering her pleas.

She wanted love, but love alone never got her off so good.

Shoving to my knees, I told her to turn over. She flipped, lowered into a crouching position, and curled her hands around the slots in the headboard. I kneeled behind her, and as she pushed her ass against my lap, I drove into her cunt with an upward thrust.

“Shit, Alex. Ride my cock.”

Hips undulating, she impaled herself again and again, seeking the perfect pace, the right angle. Her knuckles whitened as she sought release. I tangled a fist in her hair, yanked her head back, and placed my other hand at the bottom of her spine, my thumb reaching, seeking, then finally intruding into her ass.

“Oh, God!”

“That’s it, sweetheart.”

“Can I come?”

“Fuck yes.”

Three more thrusts, and she contracted around me, making me explode with a gruff cry. Her spine bowed, and her head dropped between her arms as she propped herself up by fisting the bars of the headboard.

After our breathing slowed, I scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom, bypassing the large whirlpool tub with all of its devious possibilities, and headed for the shower.

She clung to me, arms and legs wrapped around my neck and waist. I stepped into the stall and flipped on the shower heads. The spray beat down on us from all angles, shooting calming warmth onto our skin.

I pushed her against a tiled wall, my mouth seeking hers, tongue stroking and teasing. I set her on her feet before dropping to my knees. As I spread her open, I caught the sight of the gold band on my ring finger, and a smile touched my lips.

“Baby,” I said, glancing up. “Do you mind if I eat out my gorgeous wife?”

She widened her stance. “I might die if you don’t.” The language of her body invited me to taste her. Cupping my hand, I collected the spray from the shower in my palm and dribbled it down her pelvis.

She pushed toward my mouth with a groan. “I need…need…”

“Tell me.” I wanted to hear her say it, and she didn’t disappoint.

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