Page 268 of Hateful Games

Nova’s cock slips from my lips as I raise my gaze to meet his lazy one watching and searing my skin. His thumb caresses down my cheek before collecting his precum from the corner of my lips to push inside my parted mouth.

“What fantasy do you want to live today, Rose?” he drawls, his thumb tracing the outline of my lips. I flick my tongue, making his pupils darken. “Tell me or I’m taking my fill of your cunt.”

My husband has become my muse.

The threat and promise all rolled into one has my pussy pulsing. The fantasy, or should I say the urge, is the on tip of my tongue as I drag my hungry gaze over his lethal and muscular body.

Those steel abs—every woman’s kryptonite—make my mouth water as they tighten before me as he inhales sharply.

I may have hated his very existence in the past but that didn’t mean I never appreciated and admired his fine physique. He leans against the headboard, looking relaxed, but from living with him for weeks, I know he’s barely restrained.

“Rose,” he snaps, impatient when I stay quiet too long.

I smile.

His gaze narrows, right before he attacks. Hands grab my underarms and haul me up his body until I’m straddling his waist, the shaft of his cock sliding between my drenched pussy lips.

I roll my hips and grind, moaning as the friction sends sparks of pleasure across my clit.

His fingers dig into my flesh. Deep. Rough. Harsh.

I peer down at him and finally spill, “I want to ride your cock, hubby. Just like this.”

“You want to be in control?”

“Yes.”

“Decide when I get to come?” His lips tug on one side while still looking intimidating as ever. Dangerous. Predatory. “Want to have me under your mercy?”

The picture he paints is so fucking tempting. Even though I just wanted to feel him stretching me just like this. To check if his cock hits deeper in this position.

If I get to control his pleasure, then that’s just the icing on the cake. Every time, he’s controlled mine. Always deciding if I’m worthy of his cum.

About time he earned mine.

But the question is, will he let me? And how long before he snatches it back?

“Can I?”

“Say please first.”

Instead of doing as he says, I shake my head and cup my breasts. Squeezing and rolling my nipples between my forefingers and thumbs. Trailing them to my pussy, I spread my slit around his girth and ride and grind without slipping him inside.

His eyes flare.

“You let me be in control,” I purr, grinding back and forth over his lengthening shaft. Hardening and swelling even more. “I’ll let you pierce my nipples.”

I know I’ve won when his lips curl and his hands slide away to cross behind his head.

“Ride away, my wife.” Trembling from excitement, I stroke his cock once before aiming the crown against my entrance. “Once I’m inside your pussy, you better believe I’m going to hold you to your promise, Rose. I will have those nipples glimmering with diamonds.”

I take him to the hilt in one thrust, my eyes rolling back in my head as I fully take in his full ten inches.

We both groan, my pulse pounding in my ears.

And fuck—he is deeper this way. So deep I feel him in my womb.

I rest my hands on his thighs and find my rhythm, bouncing up and down while his deep grunts encourage me to go faster. Harder.

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