Page 56 of Brutal Devil
I need to be inside her.
Now.
I withdraw from her and stand, reaching for my fly. My dick is already leaking, more than ready.
Her eyes are closed, head tilted back against the glass.
“Luna, look at me.”
Long black lashes flutter open. Her eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed.
“It’s time,” I tell her.
And she knows what I mean. It’s past time we consummated this marriage. She’s mine, and I’m not letting her go.
She bites her lip, not saying anything.
“I need a yes from you,” I add.
I know she wants me, but we’re doing this the right way. Not that fucking my wife for the first time against a glass wall high over my family casino is necessarily the right way.
“Yes, but this doesn’t change anything,” she says. “I’m still going to finish my MFA, and I still want a divorce.”
She’s kicked out of her yoga pants and panties by now, and I lift her leg to hook around my hip again.
The tank is still yanked up, so I take it the rest of the way off, and then she’s reaching for my undershirt, pulling it over my head.
“You can tell yourself anything you want, baby,” I say.
She’s fiercely gorgeous, defiance burning back to life now that her orgasm has faded. But she still wants more. I abandon my fly in favor of playing with her clit. Light strokes, teasing her. She’s fucking soaked, and I know it won’t take much to get her off a second time.
“I mean it, gangster,” she huffs out, her breath faster, hips chasing my touch.
I kiss her, devouring her, and she kisses me back like it’s the last kiss she’ll ever have. Our tongues play. I don’t stop until we’re both almost out of our minds.
Then I rub my scruff along her jaw, my lips at her temple. “Unzip me.”
Luna doesn’t like being told what to do, but she doesn’t hesitate now. Her fingers are on my fly, the metal teeth gliding down.
“Take out my cock.”
She does, the feeling of her fingers wrapped around my dick almost enough to make my head explode.
“Feel how hard you make me.”
She strokes me, tentatively at first, and then with more enthusiasm. I know she hasn’t had a lot of boyfriends. She’s been too caught up in her studies.
“I’m clean,” I tell her.
She blinks, then nods. “Me too.”
“I know.”
Her brow furrows, and I can see her brain whirring. Thinking. I don’t want that now. I just want her.
I kiss her again, increasing the pressure on her greedy clit.
She makes a desperate, throaty sound that has my balls going tight and strokes me harder, faster.
