Page 2 of A Ryan Regret

She laughs again and gives my thigh another squeeze. I focus on the road, a smile on my face as I think about all the ways I’m going to make her beg for me.

And then it hits me—I’m taking my wife to a secluded cabin in the woods, and I’ve just made a bet that I won’t fuck her until she begs me. What the fuck was I thinking?

I close my eyes and plant my hands on the tile as cool water runs down my back. We’ve been at the lake house for half an hour, and I’m already regretting the ridiculous bet we made in the car. Every chance she gets, Jessie rubs up against me or says something that sounds suspiciously like a come-on, even though she insists it’s not. She’s making every single thing she does feel like an invitation to fuck her. The last straw was when she bent over the back of the sofa and claimed to be looking for the TV remote.

Hence me standing in a coldish shower instead of being buried inside my wife’s hot pussy.

“Room for one more?”

Stifling a groan, I open my eyes and find her standing in front of me, gloriously naked and innocently fluttering her eyelashes like she’s not a wicked temptress. So she’s going to play hardball. I can get on board with that.

“Always room for you, sweetheart.”

Shivering when the water hits her back, she arches one eyebrow. “A cold shower, huh?”

I turn up the heat. “Yeah, a cold shower. You can clearly see how much I want to fuck you, Jessie.” I glance down at my hard length, which is bobbing against my abs. “The bet isn’t about that though, is it? It’s about which one of us will give in first.”

Shrugging, she takes the shower gel from the shelf and squeezes a generous blob into her palm. Then she starts to soap herself, paying extra attention to her beautiful tits. My hands ball into fists at my sides, and I stop myself from taking over and doing it for her. Her pink lips part on a moan as she tips her head back and squeezes hard.

Jesus fuck. “You know this feels kind of unfair to me.”

She smirks. “And why’s that?”

“You can clearly see how much I want you, but I have no way of knowing if the same is true of you, do I?” That’s a blatant lie. I know this woman’s body better than I know my own, and I’m well aware of exactly how desperate she is. The cadence of her breathing. The flush of her skin. Her pupils blown so wide they obscure the sparkling blue of her irises.

She runs a fingernail over the tattoo of her name that snakes around the base of my neck. “But like you just said, this isn’t about who wants who more. It’s about which one of us gives in first.”

I brush her damp hair back from her face. “Still feels like you have an unfair advantage. At least if I knew how wet you were…”

She props a hand on her hip and tilts her head. “I’m very wet. I’m in the shower.”

She’s also begging for a fucking spanking. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about, sweetheart.” Dipping my head, I press my lips close to her ear as the water runs over us both. “And just because I won’t fuck you doesn’t mean I won’t take my belt to your ass if you keep up that smart mouth.”

A breath catches in her throat. “Well, what are you suggesting, Shane?” she purrs.

“Let me feel how wet you are. Just so I know we’re both on the same page here.”

She lets out a laugh. “And how do you suggest you’d do that exactly?”

I suck the water from my pointer finger and hold it in front of her face. “The best way.”

Her cheeks flush bright pink. “That’s…” She bites her lip.

“What, Jessie? You worried you won’t be able to resist me once I slip my finger inside you? Is your willpower really that fragile?”

Her blue eyes darken as she glares at me. “Go right ahead.”

I keep my gaze fixed on hers and slip my hand between her thighs. Her lip trembles as I skate over her swollen clit and through her wet center, and when I sink my finger inside her tight channel, her eyes roll back. Fuck me, she feels so good. I try not to think about how incredible she’d feel around my cock too.

She places one hand on my bicep, her fingertips digging into my muscle.

I slide a little deeper. “You’re soaking, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

She moans. “I never said I wasn’t.”

I dust my lips over the shell of her ear. “Imagine how good it would feel if my cock was inside you instead of my finger. And I won’t even make you beg, Jessie. You can just ask nicely.”

Her fingernails bite into the skin of my arm and her pussy walls ripple around me, making me smile. She’s such a slut for my cock.

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