Page 141 of Mr. Infuriating

I was going to love getting to know all the things that turned her on and made a decision right then to make sure to stretch out our time together for as long as possible.

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Gretchen

Earlier, when he’d told me his pantry fantasy, I’d wanted to yank him in there right then so we could act it out. But Brittany’s text reminded us we should behave like responsible adults, at least until we got the kids in bed.

And now here we were, with his hand covering my mouth as he played my body like an instrument.

My toes curled as the orgasm crept its way up my body.

Suddenly, he released his hold on my face and withdrew his fingers from between my legs, and I let out a disappointed whimper. With a tap to my ass, he said, “I need to taste yourpussy when you come, darlin’. Get on the bed and spread your legs.”

Gosh, if you say so.

I was disappointed he’d denied me an orgasm, but knew he’d deliver in spades. I eagerly scrambled onto the bed to comply; hopeful he’d tell me again what a good girl I am.

Who knew I had a praise kink?

Maybe it was because Troy neither praised nor appreciated me while we’d been married. When Gabe did, it felt like balm to my soul.

His broad shoulders between my legs made me spread wider to accommodate him.

I could feel his warm breath on my center when he murmured, “Such a pretty, pink, glistening pussy.” He took a swipe down the middle with his tongue. “Mmm, so sweet. Get comfortable, sweetheart, because I’m about to devour you.”

Holy. Shit.

That was the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.

Well, aside from the other dirty things that had come out of his mouth.

Okay, the hottest thing he’s said to metonight.

Except I had liked it when he told me I was a good girl. And claimed ownership of my pussy.

Focus, Gretchen!

Gabe quickly got my attention when he sucked my clit between his lips and screwed two fingers inside me.

I clenched his comforter in both hands and arched my back off the bed.

“Oh. My. God. Fuck, that feels good!”

As he took me higher and higher, I released my hold of his bedspread and reached down to massage his scalp. If he stopped again, I’d be able to grip his hair and pull him back on task.

I felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you. I’m not stopping until you can’t take anymore.”

That was all the reassurance I needed to fully relax, which he immediately noticed because he rumbled, “That’s it. Keep those legs spread, sweetheart, and take it like my good slut.”

“Yes! Oh god, yes! I want to be your good whore!”

Oh my gosh! I’m a teacher and a mother! I can’t say things like that!

My inner slut whispered,Oh yes you can, girl. You’re safe with him.

And I knew I was.

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