Page 77 of Grease Monkey
Ana.
Fuck.
I grit my teeth and drop my hand lower. “Let me show you what thismancan do.”
I don’t give her a choice as one thick finger delves inside her tight pussy. This is bad, so very bad. Her vice-like grip around my digit is enough to make me want to lose all resolve and feel her squeeze other parts of me. My dick is throbbing behind my zipper as I press my hips into her ass. When I momentarily didn’t care that she knew she still affected me before… well, right now, with my finger buried inside her, it’s pretty fucking stupid, and I wish I could separate this from what this really is. Opportunistic revenge. But she feels so good, Ialmostwish I was doing it for me.
She shudders, her arm coming up behind my head and knocking my hat to the ground. Her fingers dig into the hair at the base of my neck, pulling hard as I curl my finger deep inside where I know that spot will make her see stars. Ana’s body is one I could draw a map to on the back of my hand. I know the right flicks, the right strokes, the perfect amount of pressure… every-fucking-thing that can make her detonate.
She widens her legs—if by accident or on purpose, I don’t care—as I harshly thrust a second finger in with the first. She cries out, her head tipping backward, exposing that beautiful slender neck I want to suck, bite, kiss, claim as mine once again. I bite the inside of my cheek, drawing blood as I pump my fingers in and out of her, her arousal dripping down to my palm.
“Teddy. No, you… you need to stop,” she pants, each breathy moan of my name bringing me dangerously close to coming in my pants.
No. You will not come to the sound of her crying out your name. Fuck her and fuck her fiancé.
My little pep talk spurs me on, wanting to make her come and revel in the guilt I know she will feel when her high fades. Because I live with it too. It’s the same fucking emptiness that fills me.
“That’s it, baby, say my name. Remember who owned you first.”
She grips my forearm, her nails digging into my skin as her pussy clamps around my fingers, spasming and clenching as she rises to her tiptoes.
“Te—urgh.”She bites her lower lip hard, fighting all instincts to call outmyname again and again as I bring her closer to her undoing.
“Say it, Ana,” I growl, sucking her earlobe between my teeth and biting down.
“No…Ohhh,God…”
“Wrong. Try again.”
“Fuck you,” she grits out, her grip on my hair tugging hard, like she’s trying to pull it out. But a smarting scalp is nothing compared to the joy of provoking sweet,innocentAna.
My husky chuckle sounds foreign as I dig my hard cock into her ass again. “Don’t tempt me, but if you beg nicely, I suppose I could bend you over that car over there and fuck you hard enough that you forget about all the shit sex you’ve had to put up with since me.” With the hand not down her panties, I wrap it around her throat, using my forefinger to turn her head to the left. “Or maybe that car?” I sharply push it to the right while pressing my thumb to her clit. She moans, then clamps her mouth shut. “Or what about that one? It’s a small town, Ana. You’d see any one of these cars every time you go out for a walk, go to grab a coffee, before work, after… one of these drives by, and you’d remember my cock buried inside your tight little pussy, fucking you hard against the hood until you came.”
“Shit, Teddy…” Her whole body tightens in my hold as her orgasm smashes into her like a ton of bricks. It’s haunting. Hearing the sound that only exists in my nightmares.
When she’s stopped convulsing around me, I slide my hand out of her panties and press my forefinger to her lips.
“Open. Remember what you taste like when a real man makes you come.”
She lets me push my finger inside her mouth, and I swear all it will take is one stroke when she’s gone, and I’ll come quicker than ever before. Because apparently, I’m a masochist. I watch her suck her arousal from my finger before sliding my middle one inside my own mouth. Everything that is uniquely Ana bursts on my tongue, and I barely notice her scrambling to fasten her pants and run for the door.
I wanted her regret. I wanted her guilt… so why does it taste so sour now that I have it?
Chapter Thirty-One
Morgana
What have I done?
Horrified at myself, I sag against the brick wall outside and close my eyes, forcing steadying breaths through my nose. This isn’t me. I’m not some kind of adulterer but as my heart pounds, my legs feel weak, and my clit is still purring from the best orgasm I’ve had in years, I can’t help but feel like this is most alive I’ve ever felt in well, seven years. Never has Richard turned me on like that, never has he played with my body like a well-oiled machine, and never has he made me come with blinding white lights behind my eyes that at one point I could have sworn I had an out-of-body experience.
I knew it was wrong, knew I should have made him stop. But with every weak whisper, my protesting against what he was doing changed to something Ididn’twant him to stop.
I groan, covering my face with my shaking hands. I’m a terrible person. Richard doesn’t deserve that. Infidelity. Deceit. Lies. Something about Teddy makes all the wires in my head cross, and I can’t think when I’m around him. There’s still a strong attraction to him, and as much as I don’t want there to be. I can’t deny the pull I still feel and damn it, he might play hot and cold, but I know he feels it too. Why else would he have touched me?
My phone buzzes in my handbag, and I startle, almost dropping the damn thing as I pull the device out.
“H—Hello?”
