Page 25 of His Lovebug

But this was thrilling. All that heat and potential coiled under me, fucking into me, letting me take the lead because he cared about what I liked and wanted. I loved when he hunted me down, fucked me, and even punished me—all in good fun, of course—but this trust he had in me was the most special part of everything we did together.

Because he really had no reason to do it.

He’d been hurt.

I sucked on his tongue, and he moaned and teased his thumb over my cockhead. He sat up, which took me by surprise, and the shift in angle had his cock striking my insides slightly differently—in a really good way. I whimpered and rode him, the finish line in sight. He sank his teeth into my bottom lip and grasped my waist firmly, pulling me tight against himself. His cock was pure steel, bigger, and the way he sucked in a lungful of air, I knew he was emptying a massive load inside me.

I kept going.So close.

“Oh, I love this,” I said on a sigh.

“You’re mine,” he mumbled against my lips, still half asleep.

“Always.” I kissed him, luxuriating in the feel of his soft mouth. I gasped when he dumped me on my side and pulled out. His cum spilled from my hole, a familiar sensation that I loved because it meant that he’d marked me as his. With a slightlymore awake wicked grin, he ducked down and slid his lips over my cock.

“Oh, Matt,” I moaned, caressing my fingers through his short hair. He didn’t have a ton of practice at blowing me, but every time he did it, I swore he was better at it. In no time at all I was writhing on the bed, trying not to choke him with my thrusts. He wasn’t having it and bobbed down on me, practically forcing me to fuck his throat.

“Matt, this feels so good.”

A content rumble vibrated my cock, and I froze up as my orgasm rushed me. Pleasure bombarded my senses in a vicious swirl of joy-tensed muscles and cum. I fell flat onto the bed, finally relaxed. I’d woken up hard and desperate, and this was the best floaty sensation in the world. He slid up the bed and kissed me, delving his tongue into my mouth. The salty taste of my jizz had me humming.

When we broke apart, he smiled at me, but his expression almost immediately slipped into a frown.

I held in a sigh. We hadn’t talked much last night. We’d showered, which had led to fooling around under the steaming hot water. That had immediately become sex pressed against the cold tiles. Matt wasn’t someone who loved to talk about his feelings, so I shouldn’t have been shocked that he’d worked out whatever was going on in his head by ramming his cock into me on the sink counter, the dresser, the floor, against the wall—everywhere except the bed.

I guess we’d just covered that territory, too.

Around midnight he’d called Royal back and sent Jackson off with him.

“Husband.” That got his immediate, intense attention, and I smirked at him. “Since we’re alone in the house, I can dress up in something nice and cook breakfast for you.” I gave him my sweetest smile.

Despite the fact that he’d forced at least eight orgasms out of me in the last twelve hours, heat immediately entered his eyes. Yes, I knew one way to brighten his spirits.

“What will you wear?” he asked.

“If you get dressed and go downstairs, you’ll find out.”

He looked as if he wanted to argue, but I frowned at him.

“No, if you don’t go, you’ll never find out what outfits I might have hidden away in the closet that you haven’t seen yet.”

He glanced at the closet, then grinned. “All right. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

After a quick kiss, he leaped off the bed, and I had to laugh. I spent a couple of minutes lounging in the bed while he raced around getting ready for the day. I figured he’d caught on to my game when he slipped the bottle of lube that usually lived on our nightstand into the pocket of his suit pants, but that was fine. I twiddled my fingers in his direction as he left the room.

“Don’t be long, Wife,” he said gruffly, then the door shut.

“I won’t!” Determined to really take his mind off things, I sprang out of bed and rushed to the closet, stripping off the negligee as I went. The outfit I’d been talking about wasn’t exactly hidden, but it wasn’t very big, either, so I wouldn’t be surprised if Matt hadn’t noticed it. I moved around hangers until I unearthed a pink mini sundress, then slipped it on. It was the color of springtime and all things wonderful. I also dragged out a pair of matching thigh-high boots that wouldn’t make cooking breakfast any easier, and I finished the look off with a string of pink pearls and matching earrings. I took the time to put my hair up in two buns on the sides of my head, then decided that I looked perfect. I’d never worn this hairstyle around Matt—at least, not that I could remember. A swipe of pink lipstick that was only a tad darker than my natural shade and some eyeliner finished off the look.

“Very Marilyn Monroe.” I gave myself a flirty wink that I wouldn’t normally try to pull off, but this outfit was a bit shorter than what I typically wore. I made a pit stop at the dresser to find a pair of pink lace panties that matched the dress color exactly. Humming, I stepped into the leg openings before sliding the underwear up and tucking everything in place.

Taking a deep breath, I hustled downstairs.

I’d known I would get a reaction out of Matt, but when he glanced up as I pranced through the dining room, I felt more on display than if I’d chosen to walk downstairs naked. He stood up to follow me out to the kitchen and leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, watching me.

“See something you like?” I breezed my way to the refrigerator with my heartbeat thudding in my ears.

“Princess, you’re always something I like, but you know you look fucking sexy this morning.”

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