Page 152 of Play the Game

She is.

Scottie reaches forward, her hand mere centimeters away from the bag. I pull it away at the last second because there’s no way I’m disappointing my wife.

“Hey!” she whines. Her bottom lip juts outward and I suddenly want to sink my teeth into it.

An idea pops into my head at the thought.

“You said I didn’t have to earn what was in the bag.” She pouts and a smile slides onto my face.

“You don’t.”

She watches my every move like a hawk. After putting my coffee on the table beside the bed, I take hers and do the same. I slowly open the bag and pull out a biscotti. Small crumbs fall to the mattress beside her but she makes no move to look at them.

“What are you doing?” she asks in a flirty tone. “Teasing me with breakfast?”

“Something like that,” I say, pressing one knee into the mattress. I tower over her as I lean closer. Scottie’s blue eyes darken with excitement when I crowd her space and slip my hand around her neck. I never squeeze hard, but I know she loves it when I grip her there.

“Emory…” her soft voice has a silkiness to it that makes me sweat.

“Open.” I say, taking the biscotti that’s in my other hand and slowly bringing it to her lips. Her gulp echoes around our tightproximity and the catch in her breath excites me so much that my dick hardens even more.

When she opens her mouth, I press the cookie inside and she sinks her teeth into it. It’s a tiny bite, the crunching barely noticeable, but I swear the noise skips down my spine and I’m ready to fuck her.

After pulling the cookie away and feeling her neck bob against my palm with her swallow I tell her to open again. Her lips part and a dangerously gruff chuckle leaves me. I shake my head, refusing to put the biscotti up to her mouth. Confusion covers her features.

“Not your mouth, baby.”

The apples of her cheeks ripen with heat and my knees weaken. I hold onto her neck a little tighter when I watch the realization hit her. Scottie’s head tilts with surprise and there’s a miniscule amount of dread inside of me over her being defiant and refusing to open her legs but as soon as I hear the sheets ruffle, my abs tighten.

Fuck.

“Now what?” she whispers.

She’s wearing nothing but my oversized T-shirt that hides her pussy but I know for a fact that she isn’t wearing panties.

“Now, I fuck my wife.” I say, plain as day.

She gasps when I drop my sweats and my dick springs forward. I’m harder than usual and she knows it.

I keep the biscotti in my hand while I position myself. She willingly pulls her shirt up and shows me just how wet she is as she spreads herself wider.

“God damn,” I mutter. “You’re already wet.”

My hips thrust forward and she gasps, opening her mouth.

It’s the perfect opportunity. I press the biscotti past her lips and her eyes widen. “Bite.”

She does what I tell her to do.

It’s not typical for her to follow my commands, but when we’re like this? With nothing separating us? She doesexactlywhat I want her to do because she wants it too.

“You like that?” I ask, inching myself in further. I wait until she swallows the bite of biscotti before replacing it with my tongue. She tastes like sweet vanilla and I growl against her mouth. Her cunt squeezes me.

As soon as I break our kiss, I place the biscotti up to her lips again and watch as she falls under a lustful daze.

“Suck.” I say, challenging her.

Her lips cover the biscotti and I’m a goner. I slowly push the rest of the way into her and nearly die with every thrust.

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