Page 32 of Good As Hell

I hurry over to the water closet, feeling the pressure in my abdomen and not wanting to give him anymore of a show. I take a hurried peek over my shoulder.

I needn’t have worried because he’s easing down into the water, relaxing back, resting his head against the brim, with his eyes closed.

After taking my sweet time using his smart toilet and washing my hands, I join him.

Feeling his eyes on me, I make my way back over to him. Never one to let anyone’s reactions to make me self consciousness about my curves bother me, I have to admit as I notice his gaze tracking over every inch of my body, I feel apprehensive. Not about his judgement but the sheer predator lurking in his gaze.

Last time was so sudden and filled with emotion, he probably didn’t notice all the changes. I mean Ayaan was a very aggressive nurser, and he ravaged my breasts. Fi encouraged me to get a lift or a boob job, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it knowing if anything happened, I’d leave him alone. Plus, I earned these titties. Still the way he watches me?—

Reaching up, I cover them as I approach the bath’s steps directly opposite him, hoping that I can submerge myself to keep him from noticing the obvious droop.

“Stop.” My eyes snap up to his unwavering gaze. His brow quirks. “Unless you are about to play with those pretties to get them ready for me to suck, wife.”

Why do his words and the way he calls me,wifemakes my pussy flex and flood, I’d never know. As much as I don’t like hisass, my body, especially my traitorous kitty kat seems to love him.

“Come jameela.” His voice is so rough and commanding as I wade over to him. The closer I get, I see the way his hand moves under the water. He’s jacking his dick in slow, long strokes. The head glistening above the water like a beacon showing me the way.

“Take me in hand, little sparrow,” He growls, easing back, and spreading his legs, making room for me.

Settling between his legs, I do as he wishes. Hands closing around the smooth hard flesh, I mimic the movements he made moments ago. Watching my work, I suck my bottom lip into my mouth. Up and down I stroke him as he fucks both my hands wrapped around his big dick, barely meeting and in no way able to cover him from root to tip. However, I’m not a flake, so what I lack in covering him I make up by adding a little twist and slide of my hand.

“Fuck, you’re such a good little wife,” he groans, thrusting his hips in tandem with my movements.

“Let me come in your mouth.” Demand or plea, I don’t know, but I cover him, taking the head of his dick into my mouth. Resting my hand on his thighs, I switch angles so I can take in down my throat. He immediately starts fucking my mouth. Heavy hands cup my head and long fingers spear into my hair, tugging me down. “That’s it. Take your husband’s dick down your pretty little throat. Show me how much you want to please your prince.” His voice seems to rumble so deep I feel it down to the center of my soul. He tastes clean and all man. He fucks my throat in steady, long drags, making me gag at the end.

I feel his thighs flex and stiffen. “Take my seed, sparrow, take it now.” He presses me close as I swallow rope after rope of his sweet, salty essence.

With a swiftness that leaves me dizzy, he turns me, lifting me over the edge of the bath.

“Look how fat and needy this motherfucker is.” Eyes locked on me, he dips his fingers between my pussy lips, lightly stroking me. Bringing two wet digits to his lips, he sucks them clean, his jade gaze never leaving me.

“Delicious. I took everything to stay away after I had you again.” Reading my expressing his mouth flattens. “No, it wasn’t my choice. Umm was informed of our time together. She insisted I do nothing more to make your time here more challenging.”

Pushing my legs further apart, he slides deeper into the water so that his face is level with the neediest part of me. “Now there is nothing that will stop me from giving you what you need, Lyric.” Pressing a filthy kiss on my clit, he begins to ruin me with every lick and lave of his tongue.

“Hold that pussy open for me, beautiful.” He tells me, placing my feet on the edge.

Whimpering, I hold my spread knees apart, ignoring the slight ache in my joints that is soon forgotten once he buries his head deep in my pussy. Sucking my clit with gentle pulls, he almost sends me over the edge but stops just shy of letting me climax. Then his tongue is inside of me trying to find its home. Muscles clinch trying to capture and hold him there for as long as possible before he slips free, only to circle and tease me, continuing his exorbitant torture of my pussy.

“Ohmygoodness, Hassan.” I gasp, delving my fingers into the slick curls of his hair. Pulling back his lips wet with me, he spears me with a ruthless look. “Husband,” snatching me to him, he takes my mouth, making me taste myself on his lips. His tongue slides deep mastering me, fucking me, making me moan. “Say it, wife.” There’s a dare there.

I swallow. He only made you a consort. Whispers in my mind. I shake my head no.

A strong hand manacles my neck. “Say it, wife.” Eyes glinting with wickedness accompanying the snarl on his lips. Again, I shake my head, no.

“You leave me no choice but to punish you, wife.” He tells me, squeezing a little for emphasis. A cruel smile spreads thinly across his face. “You will say, rahma if it becomes too much for you, jameela. It means mercy.”

He squeezes. “What do you say?”

“Rahma” I gasp.

He smacks my pussy. A scream spills from my lips yet I don’t say, rahma — not then and not when he does it again and again. Not when he moves behind me with his dick pressed heavily between my bottom cheeks and spanks me with a hard rhythm that has me writhing and squirming in his lap.

“Such a naughty little wife.” Slap. “A disobedient,” Slap. “Obstinate.” Slap. “Mean.” Slap. I gasp at being called, mean. “Oh you don’t like that?” I can feel him smile as he press his chiseled jaw against my cheek, his chuckle is sinister and keeps spanking me bringing me so close as he keeps on with his ruinous administration to my sore, aching pussy.

“Look at how puffy and needy my girl is.” Pushing two fingers in deep, he groans. “Still so fucking tight.” Can you take me?” He starts finger fucking me in slow deep strokes. “Look at how she grips me. She’s so sweet to me. Not like your mean ass,” he whispers cruelly in my ear. “Get on my dick.” Shifting me, he positions me so I’m facing him.

“Take your husband inside of you, wife,” he grits, his eyes hard and heated with untold desire.

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