Page 46 of Good As Hell

“Good girl.” He whispers, rubbing my sore bottom.

“Let me go.” I try to squirm off his lap. My anger spiking from being brought so low.

“Pulling me around so that I’m facing him, he makes me meet his fierce gaze.

“Never.” He gives me a little shake. “Never. Do you understand that, Lyric? I will never let you go.”

“Why?” I all but sob. Squeezing my hands into fists so I don’t give into the desire — no need to cobble his ass. I look him dead in his eyes,”Y-you don’t even want me. You never have not since that night.”

Silence falls between us, thick and heavy. I watch his eyes darken, raking in as much of me as he can see.

“Now, wife, who was the one dead set on breaking this family up? I lay with you every night until I discovered your treachery. I stayed away because I knew the moment I was within five feet of you I’d want to taste you, be buried so deep inside you that you wouldn’t know where you ended and I began.” He shifts me then so can feel the evidence of his desire.

“I see you still need convincing,” he murmurs, pushing me up as he slides down until I’m straddling his face.

“I’ve dreamed about this, Lyric,” he whispers against. “Damn, your pussy glistening. I see spanking your ass has added benefits.”

“Ohmygoodness,” I moan, my toes curl as his tongue traces my contours. He dips his tongue deep, lapping my cream before gently sucking one lip, then the other into his mouth.

Wiggling away from the intensity, I come up against the strength of his hands holding me in place.

“Uh-uh, take this tongue lashing like the little diva you try to be,” he admonishes right before he tongues and sucks on my clit with deliberation and perfection.

Slowly, I start rocking against him, rubbing my pussy against his face. Gripping my hips, he keeps me steady, making me take every delicious lick of his tormenting tongue.

“H-Hassan,” I keen, fucking against his mouth as his tongue fucks deep into my pussy. Stars dance behind my eyes. His growl in response sends me over the edge. Clamping down on my errant hips, he makes me take everything he gives. My pussy clenches. Grabbing the headboard, I fuck his face in abandon.

My heart thuds like I’ve been in a marathon. It’s been weeks, but it feels very much like that first time.

I’m jello as I slip down to the bed beside him.

He wipes his face, sucking his wet fingers into his mouth. “No more about me not wanting you.” His gaze is steady, but the shadows remain.

I want to tell him so bad — make him understand, but I can’t betray Fi like that. I don’t know what to say and from the way his expression closes, I know I’m not giving him the answer he needs.

After a tense moment, he moves to leave.

“Hassan.” I choke out, grabbing his arm. His trouble gaze meets him.

“I don’t want to leave. I want Ayaan to have a family.” I say, managing to keep the dregs of my pride.

In one swift moment, he crowds me, pushing me into the mattress. “Promise me.” He demands.

Meeting his gaze, I give my word. “I promise.”

“Promise me you won’t try to leave and take Ayaan away from me.” Pressing his forehead against mine.

“I vow it.” Drowning in the vulnerability I’ve never seen in him, I promise. It’s even easier when he kisses me like I give him life. I wait for the last moment to close my eyes, not wanting to miss this moment.

He drinks me in with the same intensity. Pulling back, he bites his lip, his stare now marked with a little cruelty.

I making up for what I missed, what I was forced to deny myself.

He rips his shirt off, tossing it off the side of the bed, his muscles ripping with every movement. He looks like he’s been working in the sun. The only sign of his hard days laboring with the rescue teams are the concave dips to his belly and the harden tendons of his arms, with the veins sticking out in sharp relief.

Shifting, he removes the rest of his clothes. His massive dick rises hard and strong against his tight abs.

Leaning forward, I dip my head, taking the glistening tip into my mouth.

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