Page 68 of Dearly Betrayed

I shrug slightly, putting my hands behind my head as I lean back on my pillow. “Straddle me.”

“Sorry?”

“Bring your lovely ass over here and straddle me. No, wait, take off your panties first.”

“Jayson.”

“Take them off, wife of mine. I will not have so much as a thin strip of cotton between your lovely body and my own.”

“Are you removing your boxers?”

“Fair point.” I shove them down. My cock’s already half hard. “Now I’m good.”

She sighs, but I can hear the smile as she rustles beside me then comes over. Her hair falls down around my face, darkening the already black room, as she sits back. The shaft of my cock’s between her legs, her wet pussy wrapped around its length, my tip pointed up at my belly button. She leans back, her hands on my knees.

“Now I just sit here, yeah? I don’t move at all and you tell me how perfect and amazing I am?”

“You’re half right. You are perfect. Your look like a sex goddess and your pussy is practically clenching down on me. It feels like fucking heaven.”

“What a smooth talker.”

“Now’s the part where you start to grind your aching clit along my hard cock.”

“Should I?” She puts one finger against her lips. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give for my cock to be there instead. “I don’t know. You keep acting like I’m a fragile little egg about to break when I keep telling you?—”

I sit up on one arm and reach out with my other, gripping her hair. I pull her forward and she yelps, surprised, which makes her hips shift back, grinding her pussy down my length. I strangle her with a kiss, smothering whatever she was about to say.

“Move,” I growl into her mouth.

“Yes, sir,” she whispers and starts to slowly drag her pussy up and down my shaft.

Fucking hell, it’s such a tease, but that’s what I want right now. A bit of a tease to loosen her up.

Because she’s hiding something and I don’t know what it is.

“Is that better?” I ask, hands behind my head again, enjoying the view. Her thighs are fucking gorgeous, her breasts are perfect, and the little pink buds of her nipples are so stiff they’re practically leaping from her chest and begging me to suck them. Not yet though. I don’t want her to come just yet.

“Define better,” she says, her voice husky with lust.

“It feels good.”

“Correct, it feels good.”

“And you’re not distracted by whatever you’re worrying about.”

“Sorry, what now? Can’t think at the moment.” She’s grinding faster, up and down. I love the way her muscles work as her mouth opens, forming a perfect little letter O.

“That’s because you’re busy grinding your lovely, wet little cunt up and down my hard cock.”

“Oh, I like when you talk dirty.” She shivers slightly, going faster, her palms pressed on my chest now, her tits pushed together. Looking like heaven and hell all mixed into creamy skin and auburn hair. “Say something mean.”

“Something mean?”

“Please don’t tease me. You know what I want to hear.”

“You are a little slut for me, aren’t you?”

She moans, nodding her head. “Yes, baby, I am.”

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