Page 32 of Paved in Hate

“It’s all I have,” she says in her own defense. “It’s not like I’ve been dressing up for anyone.”

The thought of her buying sexy lingerie for another man sends an unfamiliar spark of jealousy through me. It’s such a foreign fucking concept that it takes a second for me to register what it is that I’m feeling. I don’t get jealous. Jealousy implies emotions, and I don’t fucking have those with women.

Pushing the thought aside, I focus on the tits I’ve been dying to feel. She’s not enormous, but she’s a handful and it’s all natural. When I cup her in my hand, her hard nipple presses against my palm. She lets out another breathy moan when I run my thumb over the swell of her breast. Still fingering her pussy, I roughly pull her bra down and squeeze her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“Go on,ptichka, prove me wrong.” I pinch her nipple again and rub her clit. “Don’t come.”

She glares at me, irritated by my taunt and the fact that we both know she’s going to lose this battle.

“Uh-oh,” I whisper when I feel her body start to tense. “Someone’s getting close.”

She’s too far gone to answer. She just clutches at me and digs her fingernails into my shoulders, trying so damn hard to prove me wrong. She’s a fighter, and I fucking love that. She’s going to lose, but I love that she’s trying like hell not to.

“Your tight little pussy is sucking my finger in, baby. Do you wish it was my cock?”

A moan slips out before she can stop it.

“I’m not so sure you could handle me. You’re tight enough with just one finger.” I give her top lip another nibble. “You didn’t marry a small man."

She narrows her eyes at me, but I just smile and pinch her nipple even harder. Rolling her clit under my thumb, I keep working her, forcing the orgasm onto her and smiling when I see the heated look in her eyes. The surprise and shock, the flash of anger, and then finally the grateful acceptance of all the pleasure I’m giving her—it’s fucking stunning to watch. And just because she pissed me off by insulting my skills, I give her another one right after the one she insisted she wasn’t going to have.

When her whole body is shaking and her eyes are glazed and she’s gasping for air, I take pity on her and slide my hand out of her panties. Bringing my soaked fingers to my mouth, I suck them clean while she watches me through hooded eyes. The taste of her hits my tongue, filling my mouth and guaranteeing I’ll never get it out of my head. I will remember my first taste of her for the rest of my goddamn life. It’s like it awakens something inside me that I hadn’t even known was asleep. All I want to do is kneel down in front of her and beg to eat her pussy.

Shaking my head to clear it, I rest my forehead against hers, trying to get control of myself. My cock is rock-fucking-hard, and I’m soaked in so much pre-cum I feel like a fucking teenager again. Letting go of her breast, I cup her face and give her one last kiss.

“Don’t ever bet against me when it has to do with you coming. You’ll lose every time,ptichka.”

She’s still too dazed to do anything but nod, and when I pick her up and carry her back to bed, she doesn’t even try to argue.

“Stay here,” I tell her. Pointing a finger at her, I add, “I mean it. Don’t fucking move.”

“Mm-hmm,” she says, snuggling back against the pillows.

“And don’t fall asleep. You need to eat.”

I get another half-hearted “Mm-hmm” before I turn and leave. Heading downstairs, I find Lev in the kitchen, grabbing a snack. I see the tray of cupcakes and smile.

“Did Emily make those?”

“She did,” Lev says, stuffing the last bite of one into his mouth.

I glance over at him. The island is between us, and I feel like I need to make sure, so I ask, “Jolene’s not hiding over there is she?”

Lev gives a soft laugh. “Unfortunately, no.” Then he laughs harder. “You think I’d be eating a cupcake while my wife gives me a blowjob?”

“I mean, it might be kind of nice. They’re each amazing and to have them both at once? I don’t know, man. It could be pure heaven.”

I grab one while he shakes his head, and as soon as I smell the sweet vanilla scent of it, my mind immediately goes to Katya. Fuck, I’ll never be able to smell anything sweet again without thinking of her.

“How’s it going?” Lev asks, nodding at the stairs in case I didn’t realize he was asking about my marriage.

“It’s fine. She doesn’t seem quite as terrified as she was when she first got here, and I think she might hate me a tad less than she did.”

“Oh yeah?” He lifts a pierced brow at me. “How did you manage that?”

I see the grin he’s making no effort to hide. “I didn’t fuck her,” I say.

He holds up his hand and laughs. “Of course not. You’re not going to do that, remember?”

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