Page 106 of Tempting God

“What does vanilla-ish entail?”

“Guess you’re about to find out. Lay on your back.”

I hurry to get on my back before he changes his mind. I’m really thankful that I came out of the bathroom in only my towel earlier, because there are no pesky clothes to remove. Grant eyes me, making me hot all over.

“You, wife, are a fucking sight. I love all the changes happening to your body as you grow our baby.”

Leaning over, he runs his hand across my cheek, down to my neck. Slowly, he traces a trail to my breast, lightly grazing my nipple. I groan at the slight contact. He does it again before moving to the other breast. I’m practically panting as he moves lower. My stomach quivers as he skims over it. He moves down and pushes my legs apart. I normally wouldn’t let him maneuver me so easily, but I’m not in the mood for games. Not today.

He toys with me, taking his time to get to my clit. I exhale loudly when he rubs the little bundle of nerves.

“That feels so good.”

He’s smiling as he moves between my legs. Warm air fans my skin as he gets closer, and I hold my breath, waiting for him to give me what I want. But…it never happens. Lifting my head, I find him smirking.

“Brats don’t get rewarded, Little Fae.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means, wife, that you’re not getting your pleasure. Yet.”

I open my mouth to reply when he slaps my bare pussy. A sound somewhere between a grunt and a moan leaves my lips. He does it again and then rubs my clit in hard circles that have me rushing toward an orgasm. But the moment I arch into him, he freaking stops.

“Grant Carter! What in the fuck are you doing?”

“Giving my bratty wife what she needs. Now, be quiet.”

He slaps again, this time hitting my clit. Each time I get close to coming, he stops, until I’m begging him to finish what he’s started.

“Please, Grant. Sir! I’ll be good, I swear.”

He laughs as he moves over me. “There? Was that so hard?”

I don’t get a chance to reply because he slides into me.

“Fuck. You’re so hot and needy, aren’t you, wife?”

“I am. I need your cock.”

He does a slow thrust that has my toes curling.

“Yes!”

I don’t even care that he’s smirking as he rocks into me. Grabbing the nape of his neck, I pull him in for a deep kiss. By the time we pull away, his thrusts have become harder and more uncontrolled. Just the way I like them.

“Does my wife want to come?”

“You know I do!”

I moan when he reaches between my legs, rubbing my clit in just the right way to send me over the edge.

“Oh, Grant!”

He rocks into me, his thrusts deep and it’s so, so, so good. As he comes, I come a second time. Oh my god. That was amazing.

Grant falls next to me on the bed, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.

“Holy fuck.”

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