Page 165 of Beautifully Shattered
I grin at the curiosity in his voice.
“Oh, you know, so I can have some alone time with my gift.”
His brows hitch, so I start stripping out of my clothes.
With a smirk, he slams the hood of his car closed, crosses his arms over his chest, and leans on the bonnet.
“What is my wife up to?”
I shrug, batting my lashes innocently as I toe off my boots, shuffle my pants and undies off, and quickly tug the shirt over my head.
“Angel,” he warns, but I just bite my lip, cupping my breasts before unhooking my bra. “What’s going on here? They feeling full again?”
“They’re always ready for you to suck on.” I palm their heavy weight, giving each one a little squeeze until a drop of milk beads on the tip of each nipple.
“Fuck, Angel. You do realise you’re completely naked right now, right?”
I nod. “Yes, and I’machingto feel you inside me.”
“We can’t.”
“It’s one day,” I whine, and he shakes his head.
“One day is one day, Angel.”
Ipout, realising I really am going to need to pull out the big guns.
Turning, I fish out the lube and hold it up so he can see.
“Making my cock slippery isn’t the solution. One more day.”
I roll my eyes, sighing, and reach into the bag, wrapping my hand around the pink, glittery silicone dildo.
It takes everything in me not to burst out laughing as I drag it out, watching his expression twist in horror at the sheer size of it.
Jesus, does Jols really think I can handle this thing?
“The fuck are you doing with that?” he snaps, and I shrug, using my teeth to flip open the lid on the lube before pouring a good portion over the tip of the dildo, watching it ooze a trail down.
“If you’re not gonna fill me, husband, then I’ll do it myself.”
The words sound surer than I feel as I set aside the lube and meet Ringo’s eyes, finding his brows raised.
“Well, go ahead then.”
That fucker!
He’s calling my bluff, and I have half a mind to throw this monstrosity at him, but then it might get dirty, and well, now that I’m looking at it, if he’s not gonna stretch me, then this thing may as well.
When my eyes meet his again, there’s a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. He really doesn’t think I’ll do it.
Granted, neither did I, but when in Rome or whatever…
Biting my lip, I consider how I’m actually meant to do this. There’s really nowhere for me to lay, and I could sit on the stool, but the old thing looks rickety, and I might break it.
This was a bad idea.
“What’s wrong, Angel? Having second thoughts?”
