Page 109 of Leviticus
“Levi, is your father always like that?” she asked cautiously.
“More often than I care to admit. And obviously, his way of thinking has played a large part in why my brothers and I want to leave,” I admitted, pulling her back to bed.
“We need to get the plan moving, if you ask me. He was so angry.”
“I know. I’ll call Malachi tonight, try to push him. I know my parents have been trying to get him married for the last few weeks. Father even mentioned it to him at church, apparently. He needs to get his head out of his ass and do what is needed,” I grumbled, laying back against the pillows.
“Malachi is stubborn. But he will come around, I’m sure of it,” she assured me, crawling into the bed beside me and then straddling my hips.
“Mm, first of all, what makes you so sure of that, and second, hello Mrs. Temple,” I growled, waggling my eyebrows at her. My hands found her hips and bucked up into her.
“Firstly, because I think I know you all better than you realize. You are all good men, and men of your word. He won’t back out. He’s just a little rough around the edges,” she explained, grinding against my hardening cock.
“God, I love watching you writhe and move above me,” I growled, my hands roving over the curves of her body. I tugged at the shirt, the neckline now stretched out beyond repair as it wrapped around her torso.
“I like it, too,” she groaned, shifting over the head of my cock as it bumped against her clit.
“Is that so?” I teased, letting her hips set the rhythm.
“Mmm hmm, I do. It’s nice to be the one in charge.” My eyes met hers with that statement, shocked.
“Oh, you little minx indeed,” I chuckled. Grasping her by the wrists, I pushed her arms behind her back and clasped them together in one hand. “Let me be clear, dear wife. It doesn’t matter if I am above you or below you… I am always in charge.” I watched as her pupils dilated at my words. With my other hand I controlled her movements over me, keeping them just as I wanted them, with her clit rubbing against my cock on each thrust.
“Right there, lovely wife. Right there,” I coaxed, speeding up our movements while she panted and rocked above me, following my guiding motions. “Are you going to cum for me?”
She whined, shaking her head.
“No? Why ever not?” I teased.
“Not without your permission,” she panted breathlessly, driving my own needs higher.
“Fuck, Ruth. You know just what to say to get me on edge, don’t you baby?” I groaned, circling my hips and pushing her higher. Her heat was scorching, even through my boxers and the sweatpants she still had on. Why hadn’t I torn her clothes off before she crawled into bed? Stupid fucking clothes.
“I want to fuck you, baby. Get the clothes off and ride me like the good little slut I know you are.” The words were out of my mouth without a thought, and I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head. “You like that, baby?” I teased. “You like when I call you a little slut?”
“No,” she groaned, and I looked at her in confusion. She slipped off of me, pulling the clothes off of her perfect body quickly and straddling me once more. “No, I like when you call meyourlittle slut,” she corrected as she slipped the head of my cock into her wet, tight heat.
I reared up, my hands fisting in her hair as I brought our lips together and bucked my cock into her heat.
“Eyes right here, beauty. My gorgeous little slut,” I coaxed, grinding our hips together as I rocked in and out of her. “Don’t look away. Stay right here.”
Every gasp, every moan, every whimper that left her lips fueled my passions higher. My need for her grew more imminent, more demanding with each thrust.
“Levi,” she gasped. I could feel her thighs shaking, feel her core clench me tightly within her.
“Almost, baby. Stay with me. Right here,” I whispered, feeling my own orgasm coming closer and closer. Her hands on my chest, her nails digging into my flesh, drove me higher.
“Levi!” she almost wept in sheer need.
“Cum for me, my little slut. My perfect little slut.” She gripped around me, her pussy almost vibrating in how tightly she clenched as her orgasm hit.
We held each other close, coming down from the heights of orgasm together slowly, in no rush.
“I don’t think that will ever get old,” she sighed, shifting until she was laying beside me again. “Ew, but not that part.” She grimaced as she kept rolling until she was off the bed and waddling quickly toward the bathroom. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her retreating form.
“Don’t laugh at me, Leviticus Temple. You’re the one who made this mess,” she chastised from the bathroom.
“And what a beautiful mess you are, my love.”
