Page 134 of Sin With Me
"Y'all gangin' up on me ain't cute or good sportsmanship." Harlow reluctantly grabs her cards.
"Don't worry, baby. You're always a winner in my book," Waylon tells her, grinning. Even he knows she's not going to take the bait.
Mrs. Fanning stays quiet, but she's been smiling all night. With the one year anniversary of her husband's death coming up at the end of the month, I worried she'd be spiraling or more upset, but she genuinely seems okay. Either that or she's even better at faking it than I give her credit for.
Delilah on the other hand has been putting her extra energy into decorating the apartment—since apparently it "lacked charm and homey vibes"—and cleaning every square inch. Considering her go to strategy was wallowing in bed when she felt heavy sadness, I call it a win.
But I've already made plans that day so it can hopefully be remembered as a day of happiness instead.
"Uno," Mrs. Fanning says, surprising all of us because she's been on the quiet side tonight.
"How'd you get rid of all your cards?" Delilah gasps.
Mrs. Fanning shrugs with a secret grin on her face.
When it's my turn, I debate putting down a pick four color change card or a yellow one, which is the same color she needs to win. Since she's right next to me and she hasn't exactly been great at concealing her hand, I can see them.
Deciding that the faster this game ends, the faster I can take my wife home, I set down the yellow card.
Mrs. Fanning smirks over at me, as if she knew I looked, and puts hers on top.
"Noooo! I was so close!" Harlow pouts, slapping her cards on the table.
"And that's a wrap." I snicker, wrapping my arm around Delilah and pulling her closer. "Can we go home now? I want your pussy straddlin' my face within the next twenty minutes," I whisper in her ear.
"God, get a room," Harlow grumbles. "The newlywed stage is over."
"Speak for yourself," I mock.
"Do I need to remind you what I walked in on with you two?" Delilah scolds, raising a brow.
"One time!" Harlow throws up her arms. "And I live underneath you so don't even pretend y'all are innocent."
Standing, I pick up my empty glass of sweet tea and round the table to take it into the kitchen. "In that case, I'm gonna have her screamin' extra loud tonight."
"Stop holdin' back...I know you can be louder than that."
We barely made it through the front door before I hauled her up and carried her into our room. The moment she was fully naked, I spread her out on the bed and feasted between her legs.
"Wilder...I don'twantthem to hear me," she whisper-hisses.
That sounds like a challenge to me.
I flatten my tongue and slide up her slit before sucking on her clit. With two fingers inside her pussy, I edge her closer and closer to the ledge, but then abruptly stop before continuing my delicious torture.
"Wilder, I swear to God..." she hisses, pulling on my hair.
"Are you ready to scream for me, then?"
"Can I muffle it with a pillow?"
"Hell no. I want the people in the town over to hear you."
"That's not gonna happen, but they will hearyouscream when I cut off your tongue for not finishin' the job."
"Don't even try to insult me."
I hook my fingers in deeper and smile in satisfaction when she gasps.
