Page 41 of Married With Malice

My heart pounds, my cock is steel and I hate disconnecting from her for even a second but this needs to be said. “Come on, honey. I’m taking you to bed.”

When I try to tug her along, she shakes free of my grip and raises her chin. Familiar stubbornness shines in her eyes.

“Not yet,” she says.

I’m almost panting. My boner will probably break through my zipper if I try to walk.

But Anni strolls over to the pool gate and pushes it open. She looks back to make sure I’m coming. Of course I am, massive boner and all.

A sign hung on the fence warns there’s no lifeguard on duty and we should proceed at our own risk. A solitary night swimmer cuts through the lap lane with patient backstrokes but the area is otherwise empty.

A row of boxy curtained bungalows borders the far side of the pool. Anni slips her heels off and abandons them before scampering to the most distant bungalow. The mix of poolside ambient lighting and the shimmery moonbeams from the sky are more than enough to see by.

The lap swimmer has emerged from the pool and pauses by a lounge chair to collect a towel before padding to the exit gate.

Anni moves the bungalow curtains and steps inside. The interior is the size of a large walk-in closet. A deep sofa and a narrow table sit in the middle. Beyond the tall pool fence sits a quiet section of beach. The back curtains are open to reveal the clear sky and gentle waves.

I can’t think of a more romantic setting and I’m not easily impressed by romantic scenery.

Anni stares out at the water. “Remember when you said that I could have anything I want?”

“Anything.” I stand behind her and sweep her hair to the side. The zipper on the back of her dress isn’t tough to find. I start easing it down one inch at a time. “All I keep thinking about is the look on your face when you came.” The zipper is halfway down and I bend to kiss the back of her neck. “I can’t wait to watch you come again. Just tell me how you want me to get you there.”

She whirls around. “What I want,” she says as she tugs on my belt. “Is for you to stop running your fucking mouth, Luca. You ruin everything by talking too much.”

With exciting speed, she unbuckles my belt and opens my pants.

Won’t hear a word out of me. Hell, I’ll sew my lips shut if that makes her happy.

Shedding my blazer in a flash, I toss it away and loosen my tie.

But what she does next catches me totally off guard. Anni flashes a charming grin of triumph and drops to her knees.

YES,TO HER MOTHERFUCKING KNEES!

Without missing a beat, this girl takes me in her mouth and I forget who I am and what planet I’m standing on.

But I don’t say a word. Sure, I let out an ungodly moan at the feel of her soft lips on my cock but I’m sure I can be forgiven.

What makes the scene even wilder is that I quickly get the impression she hasn’t been in this position whole lot. This matches what I saw from her earlier when she shyly blushed in front of the mirror and covered her pretty tits.

Even if Anni knew every pose in a dirty deck of cards by heart I’d want her just as much. It doesn’t matter to me. But I also can’t deny the contrast between her sharp tongue and her innocence is unbelievably sexy.

She’s mine to teach, mine to corrupt, mine to conquer.

Gritting my teeth with the effort not to come too soon, I’m gentle about threading my fingers through her soft hair and urging the right rhythm. I’m also grateful for the full moon, glad that she had the presence of mind to open the back curtains and let in the silvery light. It might kill me if I couldn’t see her like this.

Just when my best efforts are failing and I’m in danger of pitching into oblivion, Anni takes her mouth away.

I can’t help making a growl of protest but I don’t have time to dwell on the outrage for long because she jumps to her feet and pushes me backwards.

This is a good opportunity for her. I’m dazed enough that she could probably push me straight into the ocean if she wanted.

She settles for pushing me to the sofa. I can’t wait to see what she does next.

Anni stands over me, hesitating, a little nervous. I’m fuckingdyingto be inside of her and if I need to help the process along then I will. She has no complaints when I run my hands over her hips and down her thighs. It’s easy to push her dress up. Higher. And just a little higher.

Her breath catches and I nudge her legs apart with my knee. She sinks down until she’s straddling me.

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