Page 7 of Unbreakable
“That’s it, slut. Nobody’s gonna hear you scream. This pussy is mine.”
She peered at me over her shoulder, seeming overwhelmed. She wasn’t even using words, just screaming and moaning so goddamn loud. Her pussy was so intensely wet, and I was all covered in her. We hadn’t had it this hot in years maybe.
She reached back and laced her fingers with my gloved hands on her hips, and the sight brought on a sense of euphoria: her gorgeous skin and delicate hands with indentations from my belt, mingled with the harsh leather of my gloves. The mask was temperature hot, and my panting breaths made condensation against my face.
She was loud, and that was cranking me up, but I really didn’t want to wake the kids. I reached forward and pinned her torso to my chest, putting a hand over her mouth as I pounded into her. She shivered and screamed against my hand, going limp against my chest and shoulder.
“That’s fuckin’ right,” I hissed. Feeling her pulse around my cock almost had me there. “This hot, tight cunt is mine. You come formeand you’re not done coming until I fucking say so.”
She let out a wheezy gasp as I took my gloved hand off her mouth and slipped it through her wetness, splitting around my cock inside her. I kept it there, palming her with the heel of my hand.
“Shit, Dylan,” she cried.
“Give it to me,” I demanded.
Her abs pulled back from my forearm across her stomach, squeezing me tighter from the inside. She bucked against me as much as she could in my grip, keening and trembling.
“Come again, slut,” I commanded.
With a piercing cry, she was pulsing around me again, and this time, I joined her.
She was so loose in my arms that I was afraid to let her go. “Push my mask up, baby.”
She reached over her shoulder and tipped the chin of the mask to push it all the way off my head, falling to the floor behind me. Sweat dripped from my hair and down my neck, but I leaned to her shoulder, kissing her there.
“That was insane,” she sighed.
“In the best way,” I laughed, disbelieving. “Holy hell, Jeannie. We don’t . . . we haven’t ever like that, maybe?”
She leaned back against me more fully. “I loved it.”
I’d lost my rude boy tone and was back to being the sweet husband I tried to be for her. “Let’s see how much of a mess we made.”
I slipped out of her, and handed her a glove to contain the mess. I dipped into the bathroom to grab a hand towel and sat next to her on the couch, helping her clean up. She wiped my face off. “Mask sweaty?” she asked.
I raised my brows and nodded. “Definitely. But it was worth it.”
We made out as we came down until she sucked in a breath in a way that startled me.
I held her face in my hands, searching her rapidly welling eyes. “Jeannie, what’s wrong?”
“That’s the first time you’ve seen me, Dyl. In months. Maybe years.”
My stomach sank, eyes widened. What did she mean? We were interrupted by a different tearful voice.
“Mommy?”
Alice.
“Just a minute, sweetie!” Jeanine called.
We scrambled to get some clothes on, gesturing to each other and trying to figure out who was more suitable to deal with Alice. Since J just had her underwear, I shoved my cock back in my pants and zipped them as carefully as I could, jogging to the staircase.
Alice frowned upon seeing me. “I want Mommy. You’re all sweaty.”
“Sorry, kiddo. You got me. What’s up?”
“Is Mommy okay? She was screaming.”
