Page 193 of Hateful Games

It’s been days and I’m still digesting the secret that my wife is a writer.

Not just any writer. A very talented, popular, and successful one with close to a million followers on her socials. Despite it, she’s hesitant to reveal herself and is forcing herself to be content with being anonymous.

If it were truly what she desired, I wouldn’t care. There was no mistaking the yearning in those eyes when I asked her why she was keeping it a secret. I could taste her lies, her fears, and the strong urge to stop hiding, even if she didn’t voice them.

I’m determined to uncover what’s holding her back. I’ll slay the fears for her, until the shadows aren’t holding her captive. My Rose is meant to shine. She’s the most exquisite creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. If anyone dared to pluck her petals, I’ll end them.

Yes, a part of me is ashamed for the stupid jokes I made and all I ache to do is make up for it. And I will.

Glancing at her, I take in her reactions, especially the subtle ones, as she continues to read. So absorbed that she doesn’t notice she’s practically sitting on my lap, her legs stretched on the seat. Neither does she mind my hand running up and down her inner thigh.

Sometimes she smiles or goosebumps rise on her arms as though something intense is happening. My favorite is when she bites her lips, her breathing labored and ever so slowly squirming like she can’t help herself. I just know she’s reading something naughty. Or spicy, as she calls it.

Who knew watching someone simply read could be such an erotic sight? Maybe that’s just the effect of Rosalie. Every move she makes is meant to have me lusting for her. She’s the epitome of sensuality. My walking, talking temptation.

My cock is hard as a rock.

And it’s not going away.

The driver announces from behind the privacy glass that we’re ten minutes away. I take ahold of the Kindle from Rosalie’s hand and put it away. Her irritated scowl dissolves into nerves and lust upon locking with my dark ones.

“On your knees.”

None of her signature defiance, she bites the inside of her cheek and prettily listens to my gruff command. My voice doesn’t hold any gentleness. Only the need to fill her mouth.

Unbuckling my leather belt, I unbutton and lower the zipper of my pants. Rosalie’s breathing picks up, eyes dropping from my face to my hand as I pull out my dick. Her hands land on my thighs as she shifts closer.

Fuck. Her greed and eagerness alone make me close to busting a nut.

I stroke once, spreading the precum around my pierced tip. Grabbing the back of her neck, I bring her even closer and with my grip, force her parted lips to wrap around the head. Her hungry tongue straightaway lapping at my barbell and sucking.

I tilt her head back, pulling her off my dick so she’s gazing at me with hooded eyes. Rubbing the glistening tip around her lips, I warn, “This is going to be hard and fast. Relax your throat. Open for me, Rose.”

She chokes and hums in pleasure when I thrust into her eager hole.

I’m a savage as I make good on my warning. Her little moans send vibrations up my shaft as I pound into her throat, shoving deeper. I wish I had the time to make her swallow every inch and hit the back of her throat.

Sharp nails dig into my thighs as my grunts and the sounds of her slurping on my dick fill the tight space of the limo. I push as far back as I can and hold her immobile. “Look at me.”

Her teary eyes collide with mine. I can’t seem to give a fuck that I’m ruining her makeup but I’m consumed by the depraved need to use her for my pleasure. I feel the telltale sign of her slowly losing her breath. Yet she doesn’t struggle or beg for mercy.

“Do you like choking on my fat cock?” I growl.

She moans, licking the underside of my shaft with her tongue.

“You wanted to drink my cum last time,” I rasp, holding her head down when she bucks at the lack of oxygen. “You better fucking earn it if you want it.” I ease the pressure and she gasps as my cock slips from her swollen red lips. Slapping her mouth with it, I challenge her, “Suck me off good and if you make me come in the next two minutes, I’ll let you swallow.”

Her small hand wraps around my girth and like a hungry slut, she takes me in her mouth. Several inches in and she sucks. I watch her head bob up and down as she gives it her all.

“Fuck, Rose. Just like that.” I lift my hips and give shallow thrusts. “Suck harder. Graze your teeth. Ahh… fuck yeah.”

Eyes pinned on mine, she spits to make my already wet shaft even more slippery and strokes from the base while pushing the rest of it in her warm mouth.

“One minute,” I remind her.

Fingers lower to my balls and she gently cups them. While sucking me harder and harder. I’m certain she’ll lose my dare. But the filthy little girl boldly trails her fingers even lower and catches me by surprise by pressing against my ass.

“Goddammit,” I curse, my balls pulling taut. “Dirty slut.”

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