Page 85 of Bound in Debt
“You don’t like them?” she breathes, and it’s almost as if she actually cares what I think. And I can’t help wanting to praise her for the sexy hosiery, to tell her just how gorgeous she’ll look when I’m buried deep inside her.
“I don’t believe these are school appropriate.”
Victoria rolls her hips, grinding against my hard cock and an animalistic growl rumbles from my chest.
“Fuck appropriate.” Her mouth moves across my cheek and down to my jawline where she latches onto my neck and continues her seductive little assault there.
“I just got you re-enrolled at this school,” I remind her. “I think getting caught fucking your teacher?—”
“I haven’t even begun to fuck you yet,” she retorts, her hot breath almost burning the sensitive skin between my neck and jaw. “And the thought of you being inside me, sinking yourself into me so deep… Professor…” She rolls those sinful hips against me again and I’m seriously about to lose control over my baser instincts. “Tell me no.”
Now she’s asking me to be the voice of reason.
I should, but I can’t say that word. My brain and body agree that what we really need is the opposite.
“You want to come?” I demand harshly, and I feel her needy shudder of response. “Are you going to ride my cock and take what you promised the other night?”
Victoria exhales before her hands get to work undoing my belt and sliding down the zipper of my slacks. I finally let my finger stroke under her panties, running the length of her slit, and my cock twitches in response.
She’s soaked for me.
She frees me in record time and I yank Victoria’s underwear to the side. There’s nothing stopping her from taking what she wants now.
What she’s been taunting me with since we became husband and wife.
This act—this consummation—will seal our fate. I know I can give Victoria the glowing face of a well-satisfied, happily married woman.
Victoria lifts her hips, aligning herself above my length before sinking down in one smooth, tight stroke.
“Fuck, princess.”
She doesn’t stop, doesn’t wait for further approval before riding my cock like it was what she was meant to be doing all along. Like my cock has always belonged to her, and my body has no problem surrendering the rights to it, not now.
Not when my wife’s ass is bouncing on my thighs in a punishing rhythm. I’m hanging onto my control by a thread, determined to allow her to do whatever she wants, determined not to take over. At least not this time.
“Fuck, look at you, wife,” I praise as she continues to ride me her way. It shouldn’t turn me on like this. Victoria is a vulnerability—plain and simple. And if she can make me do things I know I shouldn’t, she’s already becoming an unacceptable weakness.
You mean like right now when she’s riding your dick?
I clench my hands over her thighs, shoving her down and forcing my cock further inside her in a silent but rough punishment. I can’t say she’s making me do anything, but I’m pissed that she keeps testing my composure, causing a war between my mind and my body.
She’s your wife.
And I don’t care. It changes absolutely nothing.
“You just couldn’t wait, could you?” I grind out, unable to shove her off me because her cunt is so damn tight that I’m literally locked in. She has my damn dick in a chokehold. “You should’ve waited until we got divorced.”
“And do what, exactly, in the meantime?”
I can’t help but stare at her while she works for her orgasm, ignoring my frustration. “Whatever it is that you want to do.”
“I’d never cheat on my husband.”
Six words.
And they rock the axis of my entire world. Gabriella did exactly that. The bitch strung me along while she had a whole-ass family and husband. People who stupidly still loved her despite the time I spent in her bed.
I’m stupefied that Victoria would put me on such a high pedestal. We’ve barely been married for a full day.
