Page 75 of Never Been Worse

“I’ll buy you a dozen more,” he murmurs, his hand tearing the other side before tugging until the flimsy fabric is away from my body, leaving me bare.

“Wes, that’s—” I start to argue, looking over my shoulder at him, but then his lips are on mine and I’m forgetting what I was annoyed by, especially when his fingers start to trail up the seam of my pussy. “Oh,” I whisper.

“Fuck,” he groans, his lips trailing down my neck, my head tipping to give him more room. “You’re so wet, aren’t you?” He adds a bit of pressure, pressing until he’s touching my center, then running up and over my clit before repeating the cycle.

It’s amazing. It’s blissful. It’s erotic.

It’s not enough.

“Please,” I whisper needily.

“Please what?” he asks casually, like he has all the time in the world, as if he’s not actively torturing me.

“Finger me. Fuck me. I don’t care, just do…something,” I plead, and he laughs against my neck. The manlaughs. I turn my head again to argue, to glare at him, to yell at him—I’m not sure exactly, because before I can do any of that, he’s sliding a finger into me and I’m groaning.

“I have to leave soon, so I don’t have enough time to fuck you, but I’ll take care of you, baby,” he says, voice low as he pulls his finger back out of me, then slides it in.

I groan, my hips rocking to get more. My ass is on the very edge of the stool, but his arm is on my waist and his body on my back. It’s the only thing keeping me in place, and all I can focus on is the need spiraling around me.

Need for him.

His fingers slide out, and he glides them over my clit, making me moan loud. “God, you sound pretty.”

“Wes, please. Let’s…” I start, but my brain malfunctions as he slides two fingers back in and starts fucking me with them, his lips at my neck.

“This is enough for now.”

I want to disagree, to beg for more, to lay down on the floor and let him fuck me hard and fast, but I can’t focus on anything but the heat at my lower back, the pleasure between my legs, the way his voice sounds, his breath on my neck…my hips start rocking as he finger fucks me, trying to get myself there as I climb the hill of all-consuming pleasure.

“That’s it, little wife,” he groans into my neck, my head lolling to the side. His thumb rolls over my clit as my hips buck and shift to a new beat, one he’s creating and I’m powerless to. “Ride your husband’s fingers.”

“Wes,” I pant, my hand moving up to his neck, looking for something, anything to hold me in place. I feel like I’m going to float away, but inexplicably, I know he’ll always ground me. He breathes against my skin, as turned on by this as I am, his scruff scraping there and adding to the kaleidoscope of feelings.

My hips rock against his fingers moving inside of me. “God, it’s so good. I’m so close,” I moan, but then his fingers stop moving altogether, his teeth nipping at the skin of my neck as his arm holds me in place.

“Not yet, little wife. I’m enjoying myself.”

I groan, loving and hating this about him, the power he holds over my body as he so gently grazes over my clit. “Wes, please,” I mewl. “I need you so bad.”

He groans into my neck at my admission as he starts moving his fingers inside me again.

“When I get home,” he starts. His hard cock pokes at my back, and I shift toward it, trying to tease him the way he’s teasing me. “When I get home, I’m going to tease you for hours. Eat this pussy, play with it, never letting you come until I say so.”

I moan as the edge approaches quickly, bright, blinding pleasure coursing through me, but he slips his fingers out, moving them to just barely graze along my swollen clit.

“No!” I shout, and he chuckles.

The man chuckles.

I’d hate him if I didn’t need him so badly.

“Don’t worry, baby. I just want to make this last as long as I can. Has to tide me over until I get home.” His breath plays along my neck, and my eyes close as my head falls back again. My body is out of my control as I lift a hand to pinch a nipple through my thin bra, desperate for relief. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking beautiful. The next time I make you come, it’s going to be on my cock.”

“Yes, please,” I plead. “Now. Fuck me now.”

A pained laugh leaves his chest, reverberating through my back, but he shakes his head. “No, no. Not now. I like this for now.”

He slides his fingers down, filling me once more, but this time, he puts his thumb to my clit, circling it and sending me spiraling, moans and cries and prayers leaving my lips as I teeter on the edge. Somehow, someway, I hold on, though, knowing I need to wait.

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