Page 38 of Spreading Her Wings

The frustration on her face was clear in the mirror, the fire in her eyes nearly burning into mine through the reflection. “Finger me. Move your hand faster. Play with me.Fuck.Justpleasemake me come.” Desperation dripped from her voice.

Following her demands, I slid my fingers into her, reveling in the way her pussy fluttered and stretched around them. Shesighed in satisfaction, adjusting her hips to force them deeper. I used my thumb, making quick, precise circles against her clit with the arousal dripping from her. Her breathing quickened, and she rocked her hips with my movements.

“Yes, oh my god.” She started to ask for more, stopping herself halfway through the word and sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. I smirked, locking eyes with her. “I want you to lick my ass.”

My eyebrows lifted, slightly surprised by her demand. The same woman who was nervous about how much she was going to love anal the first time was now demanding to have her ass eaten. I grinned. “Anything you want,” I reminded her, “but you have to keep your eyes open. Watch how beautiful you are when you demand what you want and fall apart because of it.”

I settled to my knees on the ground, adjusting my grip on her but continuing the movement of my fingers curling inside her and my thumb massaging her swollen clit. Katie leaned forward, dropping more onto the table and sticking her ass out. With one hand, she reached behind her, grabbing for my hair and tugging me towards her. I growled at the assertive grasp, my cock throbbing painfully.

Burying my face between her legs, I ran my tongue over the tight hole, teasing it. She rocked her hips back. “Auston, more!”

Her legs quivered when I ran small circles around her ass, pumping my fingers quicker against the spot that made her toes curl. She rested her weight on the table completely, pressing her hips back against me and desperately chasing her orgasm.

“Use your fingers, please,” she whined.

I moved my free hand from her hip, running my middle finger along her pussy and gathering her juices, using them and the remnants of my spit as lube and sliding the wet digit into her tight entrance. Her legs shook more, and her breaths alternated with screams of pleasure.

When her pussy tightened more around my fingers, signaling she was close to her climax, I added a second finger to her ass, driving her closer to the edge. “Don’t take your eyes off yourself, kitten. Tell me how beautiful you look when you demand what you want.”

“Auston!”

“Do it, Katie,” I growled out.

“I am fucking beautiful. I feel so powerful.” She cried out. “Fuck, Auston!”

Her release flooded my hand, running down her legs and dripping on the wood floor beneath us. Her cries bounced off the wall in front of us, and she collapsed against the table. When her pussy stopped clenching around my fingers, I stood back on my feet, pulling her body against mine.

“Doesn’t it feel amazing to say what you want?” I asked. She nodded, pressing her face against my chest. I lifted her chin until her gaze met mine. “Say it.”

“It felt amazing.” When I didn’t move my hand, she didn’t try to turn her face down, but she looked away.

“Now tell me what you want.”

She looked up at me, another tear forming. “I want to be with you,” she whispered, “but I can’t be your wife.”

I chuckled, and while Katie narrowed her eyes, a small smile tugged at her lips. “You alreadyaremy wife, remember?” She groaned, and I ran my fingers through her hair, cradling the back of her head. “But we can take this slow.”

Katie’s laugh was sweet when it filled the entryway. “The irony of saying we’ll take it slow when we got fuckingmarriedon our fourthfakedate.”

She smacked her hand against her forehead before dropping her face against my chest. “Auston, what the fuck are we going to do?”

I kissed the top of her head, hugging her to me and inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. “We’re going to take it slow.”

The cork made a popping sound when Sasha pulled it from the bottle. “Okay, so tell me this again, but slower. You have been fake dating—but very real fucking—Andy’s brother forhowlong?”

I sighed, taking a gulp of the fresh glass of wine. “This is such a mess. It was supposed to be a one-night favor, and now we’re married, and—”

“Hold the phone!” Sasha’s shriek cut me off, echoing off the walls. “Did you just saymarried?”

I put my face into my hands on the counter, forgetting about the half-stirred batter in the bowl next to me. I bit my tongue, trying to stifle the groan rising in my throat. “It’s a really long story.”

“Spill.”

Remembering the chocolate excuse in the bowl next to me, I picked it up, turning away from Sasha and pouring it into the lined pan. “Can we just…”

She stood up from the stool at the counter, quickly ripping the empty bowl from my hands. She ran her fingers through batter that lined the sides, licking it and humming. “No, no, wecannot. You are not going to use the word married and not tell me the whole fucking story, now… Like I said,spill.”

Sasha jumped up onto the counter, ignoring the option of the stool in front of her. She kicked her feet, licking fingerful after fingerful of the sweet batter. My mind flashed back to the night I’d attempted to make brownies with Auston and how it ended with me spread out on that same counter, the brownies burning in the oven. I sighed.

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