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I move my lips down quickly and begin to suckle on her large, firm breasts, biting the nipples gently as I do my best to give her as much pleasure from the action as I’m getting. But if she’s feeling anything at all, she’s doing a damn fine job at hiding it from me.
I squeeze one tightly in my hand and glance up into her unforgiving stare, licking and sucking gently as I slide a hand down the length of her body and undo the button on her denim shorts.
“Tell me you love me,” I whisper as I slide her shorts down as best as I can and begin to circle her clit. She lets out another breath of air, but other than that, she refuses to give me what I want.
“Do you need me, Ells? I need you so fucking much right now,” I say as I bite down on her nipple again and slide two fingers deep into her cunt.
She’s wet because that’s how I left her and it’s enough to work with—for now. I let out a groan as I give her nipple one last, hard suck, then get to my feet and lift her body into my arms. She’ll come to her senses again once I lay her down in our bed—she’ll smile, beg me to fuck her until she can’t take it, and I will.
Because I love her.
Chapter Three
Ella is splayedout on the bed beneath me, and as I hover above her, I wonder just how long she’ll be able to hold on to her anger. She’s always told me the best feeling in the world is when I look her in her eyes as I slide my dick into her. I’m ready for this to be over. I’m ready for her to stop playing the part of a spoiled little brat and to show me just how much she missed me.
“You ready, babe?” I ask gently as I reach down and grab my hard cock. She stares but says nothing. That’ll change in a moment.
I look down as I press the head of my dick against her opening, then back up into her eyes as I begin to push into her.
“Fuck,” I moan as I lean my head against her forehead, trying my best not to break eye contact, but I decide that since she still won’t move for me, that it’s lost on her right now.
It doesn’t deter me, though.
“I love you, Ells,” I whisper against her lips as I begin to move my hips. My heart begins to beat faster as I push in and out of her, slowly, methodically. I want her to enjoy this as much as I am and the only way to do that is to keep a steady pace until she tells me it’s okay to go faster.
Ella likes to be in charge in the bedroom and I don’t mind following her commands, but if she doesn’t speak up soon, I’m going to end up nutting inside of her and that will piss her off.
We want a family, but not one made from anger.
“Baby, please,” I whisper as my body begins to shake. I’ve never came this fast before because Ella likes to prolong the moment, but since she’s not doing much to help right now, I’m not entirely sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold onto it.
“Baby, come on,” I urge her through grit teeth, but she says nothing. Doesn’t move, doesn’t push her hips up toward me; nothing.
In a way, her silence only strengthens my resolve to get her to love me again. I thrust my hips faster and harder than before until I let out a loud groan and fill her with my seed.
She’ll be angry about it, but I don’t care. If this is what it takes to get her to fucking talk to me, then it’s what I have to do.
“Holy shit,” I say with a chuckle as I pull out of her and lie on the bed beside her. I turn on my side, push her hair out of her beautiful face, and then slide an arm around her waist.
“Sorry if that sticks, but maybenowyou’ll talk to me?” I ask with a grin.
She doesn’t.
Not so much as a glance in my direction and as I close my eyes and let out another sigh, I wonder if we’ll ever be the same way we were again.
THE LIAR
Chapter Four
I can’t fucking believehe did it again.
I get up from the bed, glancing over my shoulder in anger as Icarus sleeps silently. I’ve told him a thousand times that while I want nothing more than to be able to give him the family he talks about having, he knows I never want him to try when we’ve just argued.
I don’t want a child born from anger, because in anger is how they’ll thrive, and that’s not fair to them or us.
As I make my way toward the bathroom, I find myself finally relenting in my anger. It’s hard to maintain it against someone who loves me as desperately as he does, but he has to learn that there are rules in place for a reason.
I quietly open the door to the bathroom and slip in. Next to the sink, we have a small pantry he installed where there’s nothing but hand towels. Behind me on the wall next to the shower is the larger pantry, where we have the bath towels, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and whatever else he managed to cram in there that he deemed important to have.
