Page 63 of Vengeance

“I’m not going to deign to answer that.”

“Besides, it was a lucky fluke,” I say and after I let go of his hair, he goes back down to torture me between my thighs.

“We don’t know that.”

“We do actually. We’ve been fucking for how long now and—” He finally puts his mouth onto my pussy and I start to forget the entire conversation. But I will not let him have the last word of this. “And it took five years for me to get pregnant.”

He takes his mouth away to answer, and I curl my toes so tightly, as much as the shoes I’m still wearing will let me, that I feel my leg begin to cramp.

“That was only when I got maybe three occasions a year to fuck you. Now, I get to have you whenever I want as much as I like. Bet I could manage it in another year or two.”

“Or,” I manage, only to lose my breath as he puts his mouth back on my pussy, “we could adopt.”

He again stops to say, “We could still do that. But I want another person that’s all me and you.”

I groan in frustration both at his insistence and his refusal to fuck me the way I want.

“We can get a fucking surrogate. Now will you please stop talking and just fuck me?”

He grins up at me and says, “You were the one that insisted on being difficult about my request.”

Adrian stands back up and his cock suddenly intruding into my pussy makes me forget any response I could have come up with. He is relentless, chasing both our pleasure with such vigor that I don’t even have enough breath to moan, the sounds coming from my mouth little more than pathetic whimpers as Adrian fucks me.

It’s still as deliciously overwhelming and everything that it was before everything ended.

Truthfully, I was scared this would all change. Despite everything he’s said and done I was afraid that he’d want me less. That he’d be less fascinated by me. That suddenly not being secret or forbidden fruit would cause his fascination with me to wane. That as soon as he didn’t need me and have an invested interest in keeping me happy, he’d discard me. And, yes, he married me. But I wouldn’t be the first wife of a hot rich guy who was just wife and partner in name while largely ignored.

But here he is talking about a future. Here he is talking about letting me rule the empire I helped him secure for himself and more babies. Here he is, still fucking me like it might be the last time, and here I am still wanting and willing to take as much he’s wanting and willing to give and more if and when I can convince him.

Suddenly, Adrian reaches back into my hair, forces me to sit up some, and makes me look directly into his intense blue eyes as he continues to thrust his cock in and out my pussy.

As though he read my mind earlier, and for all I know, maybe he can when it comes to me, he growls, “I’m going to fuck you like this for as long as you live and whenever I want.”

“Yes,” I pant without hesitation as my pleasure continues to build and compound, though I don’t know how or why because it already feels like so much.

“And I’m going to give you everything I’ve got,” he punctuates this with a hard thrust of his cock before adding, “And then some.”

He thrusts hard into me again, hitting just the right angle and I arch toward him, trying to let my head fall back. But he doesn’t let me.

“Eyes right here, Bell,” he orders as he stops.

My entire body is quaking in need, and I feel stupid to think I ever thought he couldn’t or wouldn’t make me feel this way anymore after everything was over.

“And you are going to take every single bit of everything I give you. Even when you complain. Even when you think it’s too much.”

“Yes. Yes!”

“Good, Bell,” he says and continues to fuck me.

I’m vaguely aware that an attendant has walked into our area of the plane when they say, “Mr. and Mrs. Fantoni. We’ll be landing soon.”

“Perfect timing,” Adrian answers without missing a beat as he kisses me, causing me to wonder if he’s talking to me or the attendant. “We’re almost done.”

I don’t know whether the attendant has left or not and I don’t care. All I care about is doing exactly what Adrian wants me to do. Which is exactly what I want to do. To take and take everything he’s giving me even though it’s too much until I…

Everyone on the plane probably hears me moan as I come hard while holding Adrian in a death grip. Continuing to take everything he’s throwing at me and he continues to give. The thrusts of his cock. His seed when he comes inside me with a roar. His bruising kiss when his lips connect with mine again as we both come down from the high of our coupling.

He rests his forehead on mine for a few moments, and I get lost in the depths of his blue eyes. Then, he pulls away from me but his gaze lingers. He wants to keep going. I do too. But it’s going to have to wait until later. We’re on a tight time schedule. Officially, everything may be over, but unofficially there’s still one thing left to do.

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