Page 365 of Rage

“Seemed like a good idea.”

She snorts, and it’s fucking adorable.

“Oh.”

“That’s it? That’s all you want to ask me?”

She shakes her head. “We both know there are a million things I want to ask you, but I won’t. Instead, I have a request.”

“And that would be?”

“Next time, I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

My greedy cock twitches, liking that thought so much that it hardens.

“I can do that.”

We lie there, both catching our breath.

“Why haven’t you left that shithole company?”

She turns to me. “I don’t know, to be honest. They gave me a job as a favor to my father when I graduated, and I guess I got comfortable. Too comfortable.”

“Has Bart ever tried anything with you?”

“A few times, but I can handle him.”

Rage coils deep in my chest, and I rub the spot as if it will help.

“I don’t want to talk about Bart,” she says as her hand moves lower, wrapping around my dick. She pumps me slowly, applying pressure at different spots.

“I think you should come to work for me,” I say.

“Doing what, Mr. Rossi?”

I groan when she cups my balls.

“Whatever you want.”

She releases my dick and begins touching herself. It’s fucking hot being this close to Wren while she masturbates.

“Is my wife being naughty?”

She lets out a throaty moan. “Touching you made me horny.”

“Funny. I was just thinking the same thing.”

I join her, and we work her pussy together. When I slip a finger inside her, she rocks her hips.

“Turn over,” I tell her, pulling out.

She does as she’s told, so her back is against my chest. I wrap my arm around her and resume toying with her clit. She comes, bucking against my hand. I spread her juices around, coating her anus.

“Ever been fucked here before?” I ask, flicking my finger over the puckered opening.

“Only by myself.”

I nip her ear and reach into the nightstand next to the bed, grabbing lube. I squirt some on my finger, spreading it around her anus. She groans as I slip my finger inside the tight opening.

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