Page 27 of Resisting Your Love

I moaned, unable to say anything.

"How do I feel, baby?" He circled his hips and pushed upward inside of me.

"Ohhh, Levi!" I cried.

"That's right, just like that. Say your husband's name again. Let the whole world know who fuck you real good," he whispered.

I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out the way he wanted me to. If I were to scream how I wanted, the entire neighborhood would hear me.

He slapped my butt hard, and I did scream out then. I had a feeling he did that on purpose.

"When I tell you to scream, that's what I want you to do," he growled.

Levi picked me up and laid me down on the desk. He roamed his hands over my body and grasped my breasts in his large hands then squeezed them. He thrust deeply in and out of me. I was about to cum, knowing I couldn't hold it any longer.

I gasped. "I can't take no more."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I know. Go ahead and let go," he instructed as he continued to stroke in and out of me, setting my soul on fire.

"Ahhh, Levi!" I screamed out as if there was no tomorrow. I didn't give a damn anymore. He did what he set out to do.

I felt his nut pushing its way through my body. The feeling overwhelmed me, and tears welled in my eyes. Feelings that were unknown bubbled inside of me, gripping me tightly. My heart opened to accept any love he had for me. Even if it were just a little, I would accept anything at this point because I was falling in love with my husband.

He leaned down and sweetly kissed my lips.

"Damn, I needed that. Thanks for showing up."

I smiled. "Anytime.

Amrynand I were sitting in our kitchen, eating the breakfast I prepared for us. She tried helping me with cooking, but it was a big mess. She was down about it, so I knew I needed to take time out to teach her. It was the least I could do.

She looked so distraught, and I didn't like it. I hated that she was beating herself up about it.

"Are you good?" I asked her.

She only stared down at her food and shrugged. It bothered me that she wasn't looking at me.

"Look at me," I demanded, needing to see her eyes.

She turned her attention to me. The deep sorrow I saw on her face had me feeling some type of way.

"What's wrong with your face? I know you're not upset about the breakfast."

She didn't say anything, which wasn't about to fly with me. She wasn't about to sit here mad about shit she could fix. There was no need for her to get down on herself about it. I didn't even know what to say to her to fix the situation. Those were her own feelings to have.

I continued to eat my food, hoping she'd open up and tell me what was running through that thick ass skull of hers.

"I want to be able to cook a meal for you," she softly stated.

I stopped cutting into my pancake to give her my attention. "What makes you think you can't?"

"I can't even make a simple pancake."

"That's why you practice it. Don't be down about it. Make a difference."

She lifted her eyes to mine, and I wanted to kiss the uncertainty off her face. "I really want to learn. My mother was a good cook, but my father didn't like for her to be in a kitchen since we had a chef to cook for us, but sometimes, she'd give the chef a break and cook."

"We can spend the day doing just that. I don't want you to ever think you can't do something. That is something I'm not about to let you be down about. Do you understand me?"

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