Page 48 of Illicit Temptation

“Stop talking and make me come, damn it.”

“Aye, boss.” With two fingers, I stroke her pussy entrance, the lips so fucking soft and plump.

“I... I ...”

Shocked at how close she is already, I pull my hand away. “Oh no, princess. You come when I tell you.”

“Not that. I wanted to use my toy this morning, and I didn’t. I’m so wound up.”

“And who has you so wound up, love?” I drag my thumb across her soaked nub.

“You.” She moans and grips her bedsheets with long, sharp fingernails. Talons I want to feel on my back, on my ass. “Fuck, so sweet.”

I capture her clit between two knuckles.

“That. There.” The desperation in her voice climbs to a new level.

“I did that to you in Vegas. You cried out and begged me to fuck you.”

I remembered flipping her onto her stomach and fucking her into the mattress. She was so wet for me. Her body wanted me. I want so badly to fuck her now, but I don’t have consent.

I’ll wait.

The fucking will be brutal the longer my princess toys with me.

God, when I do finally thrust balls-deep inside her again, she’ll havemeso wound up, that I might blow my load instantly. I’ll fuck her so hard that she’ll scream my name.

My cock throbs for attention. Soap it up in my shower with a strangling fist that feels as tight and silky as hercunt.

I’ve been here three days, and I’ve already spanked her. Now, I’m massaging her clit to make her come. She thinks this is just a game we’re paying to pass the time.

This wild ride will take us to places we’ve never dreamed of.

“Are you close, princess?” I ask, even though I know she’s close to falling apart.

She grunts in response, looking back at me where our gazes connect. Her green eyes have darkened, startling me, to be honest. When she licks her lips, I nearly have a heart attack. Shea-Lynne is a goddess. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than those haunting eyes. So needy.

I slip two fingers inside her.

“Fuck, so tight.” I bring my face close to her cunt and inhale the deep scent of her. “We can have a grand time, Shea. We can fuck until we’re exhausted every night. I can force you down on your knees and fuck your mouth. Do you want to take my cock down your throat, princess?”

“Bastard,” she growls, her head hanging down, her spine quivering while I tease her, dragging out her pleasure.

“You married me.” My throbbing cock feels so good, this edging arousing the hell out of me.

“Trace,” she drags out a guttural moan. “Please.”

When I insert a third finger, she explodes, contracting around all three. She writhes and coats my fingers, juices dripping down my whole hand.

She shudders and cries out while she comes in waves. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her pink flower, wet and silky, is convulsing uncontrollably.

Fuck.

I flip her over and open the robe to expose her naked body while I sit up shirtless.

Her eyes soak me in, but behind her wanton, aching stare, she wants to divorce me, leave me to figure out how to live without her all over again. And she’ll do it with her head held high, while I whither to dust.

Pulling her hair, I breathe into her neck. I writhe against her while I come inside my briefs. I silently protest against the way she’ll shatter my heart into a million pieces.

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