Page 36 of His Wife

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he curses while I continue to work his cock with my palm.

I’m a hot mess on the floor, clenching my thighs to relieve the ache when he reaches for my shoulders and pulls me to my feet. His fingers are in my mouth, swirling and getting coated with his cum as he forces me back until my naked ass is against the edge of the couch.

I cry out when he slides his cum soaked fingers inside me, my pussy so slick and wet. “Open these fucking legs wider,” he orders, jerking my thighs farther apart, adding a third finger to fuck me with. The wetness between my legs slaps and swishes against his palm, my pussy a wreck for pleasure. It’s complete chaos. Madness. A flurry of lust and lack of control, both of us spiraling, grunts and groans slamming against the ceiling.

“Alexius, I’m going to come,” I say with desperate breaths, my hips moving in rhythm with his hand between my legs. But just when pleasure is about to explode, he pulls back, his fingers leaving my cunt cold and empty, my body trembling as it teeters at the brink of release.

“What are you doing?” I’m breathless. Aching. And I want to rage. I want to fucking scream, my body buzzing in agony. My hips are still fucking moving, for Christ’s sake.

A wicked grin settles on his face, and he brushes his cum-coated finger along my bottom lip. “You denied me twice tonight,” he murmurs, dragging his finger up the side of my face. “This is strike one.”

ChapterFifteen

ALEXIUS

The fire in her eyes is fucking beautiful. Their amber hues have turned red, almost black with a fury that could leave hell in ruins. Her body is still shaking, her skin flushed all the way from her chest, up her neck, touching her cheeks. I had her right there on the brink of coming mere moments ago, her pussy so wet it’s gushing down her thighs. But I warned her. I told her there would be a price for denying me what’s mine. And now she’s paying it—or rather, her body is.

With a cum-soaked finger, I tuck a curl behind her ear, purposefully touching the scar I know is there. “Every action has a reaction,” I murmur, brushing my lips against her cheeks. “Your actions by denying me at the goddamn dinner table have determined my reaction by having to show you the consequences.”

“The consequences being you acting like an asshole?”

I chuckle lightly, leaning my forehead against hers. “God, I love it when you challenge me, woman. It makes my dick hard every time.”

Leandra grabs my hand and places it against her wet cunt. “I know a way to get rid of it.”

I smile, teasing a fingertip by her entrance. “As much as I’d like to fuck you right now, you need to be taught a lesson.”

“And what lesson is that?” she snarls, her breath hot and heady. “That you’re in control? That you alone decide when I come?” She yanks my hand from between her legs, sliding her own finger inside her pussy. “I don’t need you to do it for me. I can do it myself. I can make myself come whenever the fuck I want.”

I look down between her legs, her eager fingers slipping through her pink, swollen slit, touching her clit.

“You want to watch, husband? Watch your wife make herself come because you teaching me a lesson seems to be more important than giving your wife pleasure?”

Anger snaps across my spine, and I grab her wrist with a cruel hand, jerking it away from her throbbing sex, holding it tight. “Be careful, Leandra. There’s a fine line between challenging me and simply pissing me off.”

“Yeah.” She shoves me back, and I smirk at her blatant anger. “There’s also a fine line between playing a game and knowing when you’re taking it too far.”

Anger kisses her cheeks with radiant fire, her eyes wild, aggressive like she has war in her veins. Her hair is a tousled mess, her chest rising and falling with every fiery breath. My wife, she’s a motherfucking vision, a goddess of beauty and rage all rolled into one, and it’s making my dick rock fucking hard.

“You do not get to be an asshole simply because I wouldn’t let you make me come at the goddamn dinner table with four other guests to witness it go down.”

“You like it when people watch,” I challenge with a sly grin.

“That’s different.”

“How is that different?”

She balks for a second, and I’m still fucking smiling, amused and turned the fuck on. “It just is. You had no right—”

I launch at her, grabbing her jaw between my fingers and lifting her face to mine. “When it comes to you, I have every right.”

“You forfeit that right the moment you deny me your cock.” Her words are a low growl, like a lioness standing her ground, knowing her place and ready to defend it. The way her eyes gleam with victory, she knows she has me cornered. I should be pissed off. I should want to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget. But I’m too goddamn proud—my stray now a queen with a spine stronger than most men when in my presence.

I squeeze my fingers into her jaw, forcing her chin up more. “You want my cock?”

“Yes,” she hisses without pause, and like a beast unleashed, I grip the fabric of her dress and rip it down the front, exposing one of her perfectly round tits, her nipple lush and pebbled, deserving of my attention. But not now, not while her body is wildfire and my cock is craving to burn.

I jerk her around, and I don’t do it gently, grabbing the back of her neck and forcing her to bend over the back of the couch, pressing her face into the sofa seat, her ass propped up beautifully, like a fucking offering.

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