Page 97 of Tempting God

“I’m sure you don’t see the same thing I do.”

“You’re right. I don’t. I see the most beautiful woman in the world who happens to be my wife and the mother of my child.” His hand goes to my stomach, cupping the underside of my baby bump. “You’re keeping our little one safe in there and it fucking amazes me.”

He rubs his nose against my neck before kissing the spot behind my ear that drives me crazy.

“The color of the dress is fucking perfect. It brings out your eyes and you know I fucking love your eyes.” His hand moves, cupping my breast. “I have warring opinions on the neckline of the dress. No one should get to see your luscious breasts except for me.”

My laugh turns into a moan when he slips his hand into my dress, finding my nipple. My nipples have been super sensitive, so this bit of contact has heat flooding my core. I lean into his touch as he rolls my nipple, toying with it.

“Men are going to look at you tonight and see what a goddess you are.” He kisses my neck. “My goddess.” He moves to my other nipple. “Hendrix is going to have to watch me because I’ll gouge out the eyes of any man who looks at you for too long.”

I press my thighs together, trying to get some relief from the pressure that’s building. Grant notices and gives me a wicked smile.

“Are my words turning you on, wife?”

I nod, because they are.

“Well, what shall we do about it?” He gives me another smile. “I have an idea.”

Slowly, he hikes up my skirt with one hand. With his other hand, he reaches between my legs, pushing my panties aside. I exhale loudly when he runs his finger along my seam, finding my clit. He holds my gaze as he toys with me, slowly bringing me higher and higher.

I groan. “I want to come, sir.”

“Do you want to come like this, or shall I give you my cock?”

“Your cock. Always your cock,” I beg.

He lifts his hand, bringing his finger to his mouth. My knees actually feel weak as I watch him suck my arousal from his digit.

“If we had more time, I’d undress you, but, as you mentioned, Somya will never forgive us if we’re late. So I’m going to bend you over the bed and fuck you, and then we’re going to walk out of here and go to this party.” He kisses my neck again. “I want you to smell like me. I want your pussy full of my cum. And if I see you doubting how beautiful you are at any point tonight, I’ll have no problem pulling you into a bathroom to remind you just how fucking gorgeous you are. Understand?”

I nod.

“Good girl.”

He walks me to the bed, bending me over it. I moan when he lifts my skirt.

There’s movement behind me and Grant says, “Look over here.”

He’s moved the mirror over enough that I can see myself in it. But from this angle, I’ll also be able to watch as we have sex. Good lord. I didn’t think it was possible to get wetter between my legs. I was wrong.

Holding my gaze in the mirror, Grant unbuttons his black slacks, freeing his cock. He strokes it a few times before moving toward me. I moan when I feel the tip brush against my opening.

“Look at my pretty wife,” Grant says as he slides into me. “Taking my cock like such a good girl.”

I make an incoherent sound as he slides into me again.

“I’m the luckiest man in the fucking world,” he says as he thrusts. “To have a wife like you.”

“Grant,” I pant. “I…I?—”

My words end on a gasp as he hits that sweet spot deep inside that has my toes curling in pleasure.

“Tell me, pretty girl, do you want me to drag this out or are you ready to come?”

“I want to come. Please, sir.”

He smiles and rocks into me again. When his finger finds my clit, I shudder, coming apart around him. He rocks into me before finding his own release. Slowly, he pulls out of me, letting my panties fall back into place. I watch him tuck his cock in his pants and let out a small laugh.

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