Page 75 of Personal Foul
“Now spread for me,” I say as I climb onto the edge of the bed, my hand running down over her knee, over the back of her calf, and kissing the inside of her thigh.
She’s spread so wide for me, so fucking wet she’s glistening, and I bend to kiss her, sliding two fingers inside and stroking her while my tongue slides over her clit until she arches off the bed for real. Soft whimpers come from her, and she lifts one leg over my shoulder in a bid to get more of me.
“That’s right. Let me hear how much you missed my fucking mouth on you.”
“Oh fuck… East please, I need you inside me. Please,” she begs.
My heart kicks in my chest, hearing her say my name, begging for me again like this makes me feel hope. The kind of optimism I can’t really afford but want to drown in tonight.
“Why do you need me, Princess?” I replace my tongue with my fingers, circling her clit, so I can get a better look at the way she’s writhing under my touch.
“Because you’re the only one who can fuck me right. The only one who gets me.”
I feel the answering rhythm pick up in my chest, as I move to give her what she wants, teasing her wet cunt with the tip of my cock as I lean over her. Bracing myself as I brush the hair out of her face and pull her chin toward me. Her eyes open and they go impossibly soft when they meet mine.
“You want my cock? You tell me what I want to hear. You tell me how much you fucking need it.”
“I need you East. I need you to fuck me. It’s all I can think about lately. What it would feel like to have you again. Please. I want you.”
I thrust into her hard, and she gasps and wraps her leg around mine, reaching one arm over my shoulder and letting her nails dig in.
“Oh my god. It’s so fucking good,” she exhales, running her fingers along the back of my neck.
“It always is with you. This what you’ve been thinking of when you get yourself off without me?”
“Yes. Fuck…” she whimpers and then takes a breath. “I don’t want anyone but you. Just you. I think about what it would be like if we just ran away. If you made me yours. If I was your—”
She stops herself like she’s said too much, and she closes her eyes. Biting down hard on her lip. I fucking hate it. I want all of her.
“Finish the sentence, Wren. Tell me. If you were my what?”
“I can’t.”
“If you were my what?”
“It’s embarrassing… Please, East. Just fuck me.”
I still inside her and stroke my knuckles down the side of her jaw.
“I want all of you, Princess. I want to make you come, but you can’t fucking tease me like that. That wasn’t the deal. You promised to give me all of it.”
She sighs, and I see it in her eyes the moment she relents. The moment I know she’s going to let me in.
“I… I get off thinking about being your wife. Your starter wife. Fuck… It’s embarrassing. But now you know. So fuck me. Okay?”
I nearly choke on my own tongue when she says it. If someone had asked me to guess that would have been last on the list. The fiercely independent girl has a kink about being wifed up. And I think I fucking love it.
“Fuck… see…” She sighs and starts to pull away from me.
I stop her, digging my fingers into her thigh and holding her in place. A grin spreading even though I try to stop it.
“You realize that would be a hard fucking thing to keep quiet. How do you suppose we’d keep being married a secret from everyone?” I tease her.
“East…” She rolls her eyes and then closes them, and I can see a little blush spreading over her cheeks.
“Am I gonna find Wren Westfield carved into one of the tables at the bar?” I smile at her.
A little smile flits across her face before she tries to be serious again.
