Page 51 of The Devil's Pawn

“Whatta you mean?”

“Nothing, baby. How about I tell you tomorrow?”

“Mmmkay.” She lays her cheek over my chest, her hands stroking up and down the back of my neck.

Once we reach her bedroom, I kick it open and bring her to the bed. Leaving her there for a minute, I run off to the dresser and pull out one of her t-shirts.

“Let’s put this on,” I say.

“Okay.”

She lifts her arms haphazardly while I somehow manage to dress her. Her hands go to the button of her shorts, but she struggles with it.

“Cannn you take it off?” she asks, innocently looking to me for help.

“Sure, sweetheart.”

My fingers slowly undo the button, then the zipper, my inhales rolling through me as I slide the shorts down her long legs, her thong peeking out. It takes everything in me to fight this insane need for my own wife.

I quickly lift her up and place her under the comforter, needing not to continue looking at her half-naked body. She lies down, snuggling and making the cutest sounds as she hugs the pillow, looking up at me with a smile.

“Don’t goooo,” she begs. “Sssstay with me.”

I pull in a harsh inhale. “Okay, I’ll stay.”

Not as though I’d be able to leave now. Not when she asked that way.

I turn off the lamp, sitting on the edge of the bed while she moves a little to make room for me. When I’m beside her, she slides closer, her face nuzzling into my chest as my arms come around her, pulling her into me even more.

I shut my eyes, enjoying the calmness she gives, dragging me into a place where happiness resides. The real kind. The kind I’d never thought I would ever taste.

But it’s there, teasing me. Blinding me with its power, like a mirage, and hiding all the monsters lurking under the shadows.

Her fist claims my shirt, her nails biting into my abs. The exhales falling from her lips are warm and heavy. And before I can ask what she’s doing, her hand glides lower, until it lands over my cock.

“You’re hard.” Her voice is shaky, but the stillness in the room is louder than any sound she makes.

“I am.”

I groan as she strokes me once, then again. An animalistic growl cuts out of me, my hips arching into her hand without realizing.

“Does that mean you like me again?”

I hiss as she tightens her hand. “I like you very much.” My head falls back with a curse the harder she strokes. “I never stopped.”

The sound of my zipper dragging splits across the room. I grip her wrist softly, not really fighting what she’s about to do.

“Let me touch you.”

Her tone is laced with desire, swaying me into dangerous territory, and I jump in headfirst. She somehow undoes the button of my pants, and then her hand is there, closing around the crown of my cock.

“Fuck, Raquel,” I grit.

This is wrong. I shouldn’t let her do this.

“You don’t like me anymore. Do you?” She strokes me harder, causing my balls to ache.

“Raquel, baby, you’ve gotta stop doing that.”

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