Page 38 of Stick to the Deal
Her head arches back, exposing her neck for my teeth as her ass grinds against me. Seeking friction. Seeking relief. Relief I refuse to give.
With a dark chuckle, I retreat. One arm bands her hips, holding them still, while the other whispers over the material, up her torso. Her breasts heave with her great breaths as I touch and tease her.
“How badly do you want it, Princess?”
A deep moan vibrates through her body, making my cock twitch. “Reg-Reginald. Please, I need you to fuck me.”
Suddenly the game isn’t worth it. I could drag this out more, truly have her mewling on the bed, lost to her passion. But I’d much rather be buried in her sweet cunt.
The zipper gives a sharp snick as I tug it all the way down, past her pussy radiating with heat, and down her leg. My hand scorches a trail up her smooth skin and finds her center dripping and bare. “It’s a good thing I didn’t know you were naked under here. I would have given our guests a show when I bent you over my desk.”
I make quick work of my own trousers and thrust into her. Seating myself in one stroke. We both groan together at the feeling. “Such a good girl.” I hold her still as I pound into her, the only sound our ragged pants and the slap of skin.
“Tell me you only drip like this for me. That no one else makes you wet like this.”
Her breaths come faster and I can tell she’s almost there. So am I. My hand pushes her back further down so I can adjust the angle. With a pinch of her clit, I send her over the edge seconds before I join her. I ease up on the pressure on her back, but hold her hips still as the final tremors rush through us both.
I pull out and immediately miss the feel of her hot pussy on my cock. Her knees wobble as she tries to stand, so I steady her. With her hand on my shoulder, I kneel down and remove her knee-high boots one at a time, then peel the costume off her.
She shoots me a saucy wink as she saunters into the bath, naked and confident. Quickly stripping my suit, I join her in the shower for another round before we fall exhausted into bed. A lifetime of incredible sex with this woman—I don’t know how I got this lucky, but I’m not going to waste it.
November
Curiouser and curiouser. Our current favorite couple was spotted around NYC last month out and about town. Buying furniture, late night dinners, and taking in a show. They even threw a fancy dress party at their new apartment—the Instagram photos are delish! MEOW. But now it seems the new Lady Ravenscourt has run off to Florida and left her husband high and dry in NYC.
Trouble in paradise already?
I’m sure there are plenty of young women who’d be willing to let the dashing Lord Ravenscourt cry on their shoulders. Americans go nuts for an accent after all. Whatever is Lady R thinking?
In other news, drama on tour. Kenzo’s leaving a string of broken hearts as he jet sets across Europe—and rioting husbands. Has the rock star Romeo gone too far? Find out next issue.
TTFN
Wendy
Chapter 21
Birthday Girls' Night
Ilook around my kitchen at the canvas tote bags on the counter, taking a mental check I’ve got everything ready.
Comfy clothes, check.
Snacks, check.
Booze, double check.
Did I seriously make a mental list and check it off? Goddamn it. A decade with Bree is rubbing off on me.
A knock at the door has my feet moving even as I shake my head with a rueful grin. I open the door, expecting to find my ride for the evening. Instead of warm chocolate eyes, steel gray ones are gazing at me intensely. The smile disappears from my face as I take in the severe features of my husband on my doorstep.
The furrow between his brows deepens as I step back. His hands are shoved deeply into his pockets as he stands there awkwardly in my doorway, a messenger bag and a small rolling suitcase at his feet.
“R-Reginald, what are you doing here?” I wince at the sharp words.
His head ducks and cheeks redden slightly. “Can I come in?”
My own face heats with embarrassment as I realize we’re both still standing in the doorway, facing each other like strangers. “Of course. Sorry, you surprised me. Did you fly in from New York or London?”
