Page 76 of Marriage and Malice

“Maybe you weren’t as good as you thought you were.” My tone is teasing as I trail my hand lower, wrapping it around his balls.

He groans as I squeeze before working my way back up his cock.

Christian rolls us over, laying on his back while I straddle his hips.

His hardened cock brushes against the curve of my ass as I plant my hands on his chest.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” I ask as he tries to cup my breasts.

I swat his hands away, giving him a wicked grin.

As I sit up straighter, his eyes widen. “No touching.”

Christian smirks and tucks his hands behind his head. “Carry on.”

Even though I feel awkward at first, I want to please him. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.

At times, I feel insecure, like I might not be enough for a man like him.

“Where did you just go?” Christian’s tone is soft as he runs his hand up my thigh. “Zoe, you don’t have to do this, you know that, right?”

“Who said that you could touch me?” I try to rebuild some of the confidence I felt a few minutes ago. If Christian didn’t want me, his cock wouldn’t be rock hard and pressed against my ass right now.

As soon as he pulls his hand away from my body, I rake my nails down his chest.

Christian shudders, his gaze trailing along my body.

A shiver runs down my spine at the look in his eyes when his gaze finally meets mine.

“Fuck,” he says, his voice raspy. “You do not know how fucking amazing you look. I could devour you. I’d die a happy man if I spent the rest of my life just like this.”

I smirk down at him, my confidence building.

Even though I didn’t voice my insecurities out loud, he is getting good at reading my moods. The more time we spend together, the closer we seem to get.

Which is why I roll my hips, rewarding him for not touching me by rubbing against his cock.

He groans as I run my hands through my hair, pushing it back.

I slide them down my body, cupping my breasts.

His gaze follows the movement as I massage my breasts.

I pinch my nipples, moaning as I tease them into stiffened peaks.

Christian moans, lifting his hips beneath me. His cock brushes against my pussy again.

I move higher on his body, wetness between my legs and spreading across his lower abs.

“You’re already soaked, and you haven’t even played with your clit yet,” he says, glancing up at me. “You’re always so wet for me. Does the thought of teasing me turn you on? Are you thinking about how great it’s going to feel to ride my cock when you’re finally done with your little game?”

“I might be.” I trail my fingers down to my clit. “Maybe I’m thinking about the way your cock feels when you’re buried inside me. Or the way it throbs when you’re about to come. Fuck, I love that feeling.”

Christian snaps, surging upward and grabbing me by the hips.

I squeal, grinning as he shifts me down onto his cock.

I moan as I take him deep, rolling my hips until he’s buried to the hilt.

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