Page 111 of War

Without hesitation, I find the spot that turns her into putty in my hands and suck on the soft flesh there. I nip at it, then lick, soothing the sting. All the while, she rolls her hips over me, working herself into a frenzy.

“Fuck, Ave. The things I want to do to you.”

My wife moans. “And I want them. I want them all.”

I slip my fingers beneath her swimsuit and grip her ass. “Careful, Vicious. You don’t know the monster you’re begging for.”

She wiggles, egging me on. “I think I do. We both know how much I love that monster.”

She’s right. The two of us, we love the taunting. I slide my hands a little farther and dig my fingers into the crack of her ass, pulling her cheeks apart so the hot water teases her tight hole.

Ava thrashes above me, arching back and then slumping against me, her teeth digging into my neck. “More,” she pants.

“You want me to finger this virgin ass, Ave? Want me to make you come without even touching your pussy?”

She grinds down on me. “No. I want you to suck on my clit while you finger it.”

I smile down at my beautiful, dirty wife and press one finger against her tight hole. She squirms with so much ferocity I almost slide right in, but I hold myself back, determined to make this good for her. Determined to make her crave more than my finger in this forbidden spot.

“How ’bout this, baby?” I say, voice husky against her ear. Gently, I ease my finger inside her.

She lets out a soft whimper, but I don’t pull back. It’ll hurt for a second, but I’m going to work her up to something that will feel so fucking good for us both.

“How about I finger this ass while you ride me in here, and once you come once, I’ll take you inside and lick you from front to back. Then you’ll come with my tongue in your ass.”

“Don’t stop,” she begs.

I’m not sure if she means the fingering or the dirty talk, but I don’t plan to stop either.

“You think you can be quiet when I slide my cock into this tight ass? Or will I have to dig out a ball gag for you?”

Writhing on top of me, she succumbs to her first orgasm of the night. A flush works up her pale skin, and her lips fall open on a loud moan. No, my girl has no idea how to be quiet. I claim her lips as her orgasm slams down on her. She’s still whimpering from the aftershocks when I pull my finger out of her ass and straighten her bathing suit.

I give her a few moments to steady herself, then climb out of the tub and hold out a towel for her.

“Do you really have a ball gag?” she asks as she steps into my arms.

“I’m not sure how to answer that.”

Mouth dropping open, she pushes away from me. “Tyler Warren.”

I throw my head back and let out a loud laugh. “I’m teasing.” I tug her into my arms again. “I’ve got all sorts of toys, but I’ve never used them on anyone but you. I stocked up after your little show with the vibrator.”

Ava’s eyes glitter with interest, sending a rush of heat through me. Does she want me to gag her? Fuck, my brain is too scrambled to remember what I’ve got upstairs, but I’m sure I can find something that will do the trick.

“I don’t think I can be quiet.” Ironically, she whispers those words.

Grasping her hips, I lift her and carry her inside. “I’ll find a way to shut you up.”

Ava

My pulse races and anticipation overwhelms me, my body coated in a sheen of sweat as I lie on our bed, naked and relaxed. Tyler sauntersaround our room completely naked, pulling a bottle of lube from a drawer and a vibrator from beside the bed, and then a tie from his closet. As he spins and stalks toward me, determination and lust evident in his every step, my nerves splinter. It’s hard to breathe when he looks at me like this.

He’s godlike. Effervescent.War.

Hannah was right to make his name a damn adjective. There’s not a person on this planet who has this kind of swagger.

It’s the hint of softness along those jagged edges. The surprise one will find if they dare to get close.

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