Page 132 of Unforgiving Queen
“Take it deeper, wife.” My voice teetered with lust and barely leashed control.
Her eyes met mine and she quickened her pace, her fingers cradling my balls as she stroked and sucked me like her life depended on it. My hips took over, thrusting into her faster and harder. She swallowed eagerly, taking my cock like I knew she could.
Then without a warning, I pulled out of her mouth and slid down her body to bury myself deep inside her tight pussy in one thrust.
“Fuck,” I grunted, then proceeded to fuck her like a man driven to madness. “You take my cock so well.”
I pounded into her until she shuddered around me, trembling with pleasure. I continued to thrust, hitting her sensitive spot while she rode out her orgasm, her back arching off the mattress and her screams turning raw.
Lifting her up with one hand, I set her on my lap and thrust harder and faster from beneath. This angle was deeper, each thrust ripping a soft whimper from her. Her lips found mine for an open-mouth kiss. Her ass slapped against my groin, matching my rhythm, and before I knew it, I was shooting my cum inside her.
She chased her second orgasm, rolling her hips in a slow, seductive rhythm and driving me deeper. Her whole body shuddered as she lifted herself up and down on my length, squeezing out the remnants of her orgasm, her pussy clenching like a vise around me.
Finally she sagged against me, her head resting against my neck. Her palm against my chest, her breathing slowly leveled. I shifted slightly and felt her eyes following me as I went to the bathroom and returned with a wet towel to clean her up.
I lifted her and wrapped her in the thick duvet, then removed the sheets wet from my cum and her arousal while she watched me through her half-lidded eyes. Her hair was tousled, her lips swollen, her skin slicked with sweat and marked from my rough touch, but she’d never looked more beautiful.
Once our bed was made, I joined her and she leaned into me as if she craved my touch as much as I needed hers.
She pushed the duvet off and tangled her limbs with mine. I combed my fingers through her silky curls, relishing in the feel of them against my skin.
It had been an hour since I was inside her but I couldn’t shake off the strange pang in my chest at the reservation I felt from my wife. She still hadn’t said those three little words.
I couldn’t—wouldn’t—push her. She needed to adjust to all of this and deep down I knew she was mine. Her fingers traced over my abs and I could feel her restlessness as if it were my own.
“Something is worrying you,” I finally said.
She tensed, lifting her head to meet my eyes. “How do you know?”
I let out a sardonic breath. “Call it intuition.”
“Has my sister replied?” I shook my head. “Has anyone texted anything to you?”
It was peculiar how in sync our thought processes were. “No, nothing.”
“I’ve texted. I’ve called everyone too. Grandma, my sister, Papà, my friends. I even tried Grandpa Glasgow. No reply. No call. Nothing.”
According to Reina, that never happened. It only enhanced the dreaded feeling that something was afoot. I had only gotten a reply and call from Hiroshi.
“Don’t worry. I have some contacts on it.” Kian Cortes and Darius being two of them, but I left that out for now. Did it make sense that I was still jealous of the man? Fuck no. But it couldn’t be helped. Besides, I’d only sent the email yesterday and was still waiting for a reply, although come to think of it, Kian had never taken this long to reply before.
“Thank you.” Her hands roamed my back, her palms soft against my back. “So are you going to tell me more about this tattoo? When did you get it?”
Tension shot through me before I forced myself to relax.
“After you were released from the hospital.” It was the first thing I’d done, the only thing I had the heart for. “I saw the scar on your shoulder blade and I wanted something in the same spot. To never forget.”
Her fingers stroked my nape, brushing my hair in a comforting way. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“It was. I handled it poorly. I should have…” I wasn’t quite sure how I should have handled it, but I knew my way hadn’t been right. That much I could admit to her. “Like you said, I could have let you down gently. Maybe we would have remained friends. You might’ve trusted me then. I could’ve protected you.”
She smiled, but it was a sad kind of smile. “Or maybe it was all meant to be. There’s no sense in reliving the past. We have to move forward.”
Her head rested against my chest and I stroked her hair until her breathing deepened and she fell back asleep.
“To a new beginning, cinnamon girl.”
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