Page 92 of The Husband Contract
I tug at her nipples, then kiss and lick down her stomach, grabbing her panties with my teeth and ripping them off.
She moans as I slip my fingers between her legs and rub slightly. I kiss back up her body, slipping a finger inside her. She cries out, then pushes me onto my back. I slide my fingers out and she rolls on top of me.
Fiery need burns blazes in her beautiful eyes.
She grabs my boxers and pulls them down the middle of my thighs, takes hold of my cock, and pumps it up and down. She peers down at me, her hair in front of her face, as she positions herself on top of me. She grabs my palms and holds them, lowers herself down on me, and then I’m fully inside her.
Intense. Sexy. Hot as fuck. Being inside her erases all my stress and worries. I’m only able to focus on her. Only her.
She rocks back and forth, and before I know what’s happening, she’s grinding up and down. Her breasts are moving and bouncing, and I’ve never felt such an amazing feeling in my life. She fucks faster and leans down to kiss me, her teeth biting into my lower lip, drawing blood. I feel her fingers on my sides, digging into my skin.
“Ow,” I growl.
She doesn’t care. She digs harder, continuing to rock back and forth until she’s at the edge. I grab her hips and bounce her up and down as fast as possible, thrusting inside her until she’s coming hard and fast. She screams in pleasure, and I feel myself about to burst inside her. I pull out, and come all over her stomach.
Seeing my seed all over her taut belly is so damn gratifying.
I lie back down next to her. We’re both breathing heavily now. What we’ve just done was the height of sexual need.
She turns to look at me, glaring. “This means nothing, you know?”
“I know,” I say, though my heart feels sick.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” she says. “Youshouldn’t have done that.”
“I’m sorry.”
My words quell the fire in her and she relaxes, gaze turning softer.
“I get it. We both wanted it.” She runs her fingers lazily down my chest. “So I guess the sex part wasn’t fake then.”
“None of it was fake.”
“Marrying me was fake,” she says. “Loving me was fake.”
“I never told you I loved you,” I say bitterly.
She nods. “That’s true. But you made me think that you did.”
I’m silent.
“You have to know that, right, Sebastian? You asked me to marry you. Anyone would think that the person they were with loved them if they asked them to marry them.”
“I know. And I’m sorry.”
“You know, it’s hard to be mad at you.” She looks at me as she touches the side of my face. “I hate you so much. You ruined my life. And yet, I just can’t detest you. And I hate myself for it.”
Tears of shame roll down her cheeks and she quickly turns on her side, away from me, as if to hide them from me. She grabs a pillow and hugs it to herself.
“Can you leave now?”
I don’t want to, but I want to respect her wishes. I stand up, grab my boxers, and pull them on.
“I can stay.”
“I don’t want you to stay!” she shouts.
“Okay.” I grab my T-shirt off the floor and head toward the door, looking back at her one final time before exiting. Just moments before she’d been all-powerful, taking charge and now she looks fragile and broken, like a wounded bird. I suddenly realize I’m the predator and I don’t like seeing myself that way.
