Page 72 of When Sinners Hate

Possessive, or maybe protective instinct swarms inside me. “You’re sore?” I ask.

“What?”

“You said you were sore. Earlier.”

“Oh, well, not really. We – you – were rough last night.”

“That wasn’t rough. That was passionate. Possessive even. Definitely pissed.” Her hand cups her chin, and she smilesa little. “Either way, you better get your ass up on this table so I can lick you better.” She smirks, stands, and picks up the plates, as if ready to take them to the sink. “I mean it, Lexi. Put the plates down.”

She does, and I grab for her hip to pull her in front of me. The robe gets untied, and she climbs backwards until she’s sitting on the table. “Open your legs.”

“Still hungry?” she jokes.

This isn't a joke, so I stare and wait.

She inches them apart slowly, until she’s spread wide for me and leaning back on her elbows. I shift and then draw my mouth over her, savouring the sweet smell of musk, and watch her. She writhes the moment the width of my tongue starts playing with her, and moans as I put more pressure on it. Makes me lap longer and harder, running my tongue over her repeatedly to make a point about who owns it, until she’s filling with juice and begging me to do something more than I am. “Abel, please,” she groans.

I lift away, gently running the edges of my teeth along every part of her, before blowing cold air on her warmth. “You still sore, darlin’?” She moans again and hooks a leg over my shoulder, damn near forcing me to obey what she wants. “‘Cause I’m hard enough to fuck you raw again.”

“Bring it here,” she says. “Just keep sucking on me. Please.” I shift her leg and move around the side, angling my head across her stomach instead, and the second I do she’s got her hand inside my pants and is grabbing hold hard.

“Fuck,” growls out of me, as she starts me off.

My mouth stutters around her pussy for a while, guttural groans coming long and hard as she strokes my dick fast. It’s exquisite, and the whole goddamn room starts spinning under her hold. I brace the table and keep sucking and licking, liftingher ass up to me so I can get deeper into her, but that talented hand keeps driving me to fucking distraction.

“Oh God, yes. There,” she moans. “Jesus, right there.”

Her legs start trembling, and I keep exactly where I was so I can get that cum on my tongue where I want it. Hard licks, heavy suction. I’m smothered in her and needing to cum so bad I’m barely holding myself back.

She comes on the next drive of my tongue, panting hard and heavy under the assault, and I lift up and grab for the back of her head. The other hand goes to her pussy, on automatic, and helps pull her across the table to get her mouth hanging over it and onto my dick. “You done it at this angle before?”

“No.” She licks her lips, though, and I move forward.

“Swallow it down then. Relax. Let it all the way in.” She does slowly. She sucks on me like her life depends on it, and I can’t help thinking about how it does with every next pull on her throat. “That's it. All the way, darlin’.” My eyes close, deep breaths staving off the inevitable, and my hand travels to her neck. It tightens, covering marks put there by another man, reclaiming what's mine, and enjoying the feel of her throat moving for me. She tenses immediately. “Don't you dare fight me. Relax and keep taking it. Trust I'm not going to hurt you and you'll be fine.”

Her hands reach for my legs, pulling me closer. Fine skin stretches out in front of me, when I look back at her. Her legs are spread wide, and I keep pushing my fingers around her. Pressure starts building, making it hard to stay calm about this. “Fuck, that’s good. Deeper.” I'm desperate for harder, for more, for my grip to strangle, and my increased rutting shows it, but then I grunt with no want to hold back or force pain.

Cum floods out of me into her, and I watch the pulse in her neck as she swallows and writhes.

Fucking provocative doesn’t even begin to cut it.

Groaning, I eventually pull out of her, listen to her choke on the move, and lean both hands on the table by her head. “Beautiful.” She licks her lips and smiles up at me, running her own hands down to her pussy to play with it some more. “And that's a dirty fucking mouth you’ve got there.”

“Why thank you, husband. You’re not so bad yourself.” She slowly spins herself and drops her legs down beside me, lifting herself up to my chest. “You could do with more training, though. There’s some room for improvement.”

My lips twitch. For a woman who’s married to a trafficker, that was a stupid-ass thing to say with my background in forced orgasms. She must notice something about me change, because she drops her feet down to the floor and pushes me away. “Whatever you were just thinking, Abel, unthink it. I am not a challenge to be played with. I'm your wife.”

"Well now, darlin', that's exactly why you’re a challenge to be played with."

My phone rings on the table while I’m still thinking about fucking her smart mouth out of her some more – Dante. Sore or not, she just set down a game I'm thinking about beginning.

Still, I swipe my arm over my mouth to clear it of cum and spit, grab my phone, and head out to the pool.

“You alright?” he asks.

“Fine.”

“She alright?”

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