The Wrong Wife (Morally Grey Billionaires #5)(85)

And when I trace the feather over her swollen clit, she digs her fingers into the sheets on either side of her and pants so loudly, I can hear her, despite the gag stuffed in her mouth. I continue to whisper the feather down her leg, around her ankle, and across her soles. Her toes curl, she tries to wriggle away, and I grip her other thigh with my free hand to hold her in place.

"You ticklish, Little Dove?"

I glance up in time to see her shake her head vigorously.

"You lying to me, hmm?"

She swallows, then shakes her head again.

"Let’s test that theory, shall we." I transfer the feather to my other hand, and once more, drag it down the sole of her foot. She tries to pull her leg back, but I curl my fingers around her ankle. I draw the feather over her toes, then across the ball of her foot. She makes a choked sound and tries to writhe away, but I hold her in place. I continue to glide the feather across the arch of her foot, and she brings up her other foot and places it on my shoulder. I look up at her, and her big, wide eyes have a beseeching expression in them.

"Want me to make it stop?"

She nods.

"Want me to make you come?"

She nods again.

"Want me to fuck your ass?”

She begins to nod, then frowns.

"Maybe not today, hmm?"

Her frown deepens.

I release her foot, only to lock my hand under her knee and push her leg up so she’s exposed more to my gaze. I stroke the feather down the valley between her lips, down her slit, to the rosette between her arse-cheeks.

Blood rushes to her cheeks; splotches of pink cling to her chest. The look in her eyes turns desperate. Her hips jerk, a single bead of sweat slides down her cleavage. That’s when I toss the feather aside and lower my head between her legs.





50





Penny





He sucks on my clit, stuffs three fingers inside my melting pussy, then slides the thumb of his other hand inside my back hole, all at once, and I detonate. All the sensations in my body coalesce in the triangle between my legs. My eyes roll back in my head. I cry out, hear the muffled sound I make through the garter stuffed inside my mouth, smell the sugary scent of my arousal, feel him bite my clit, then lick the swollen flesh while he curls his digits inside me, pressing down on that spot deep inside me that only he’s ever touched, and the orgasm ratchets up. It hammers through me and bursts behind my eyes. The sparks detonate, and I fly over the edge.

As I slowly come back into myself, I’m aware of him licking my inner thighs, then the throbbing flesh of my pussy, before he plants his hand next to my face. He pulls the garter from my mouth, only to replace it with his tongue. The taste of me fills my palate, and I moan as he bites down on my lower lip. He slides his hand between us. I hear the hiss of a zipper being lowered, then something thick and blunt nudges my opening. He holds my gaze, and in one smooth move, impales me. I gasp. He swallows the sound and stays where he is, stretching me around his cock and giving me time to adjust to his girth.

He’s been inside me before, but it may as well be the first time for how massive he feels. He releases my lips, but stays with his face above mine, his eyelashes brushing mine, his breath blending with mine. He pulls back until his cock is balanced on the rim of my slit, then pistons forward and into me again with such force that the entire bed moves. I open my mouth, wanting to cry out, but I’m so full, no words emerge. Once again, he stays immobile, except for his dick, which pushes against my inner walls. And the fact that he’s looking deeply into my eyes while he’s fucking me makes it so intense. My chest hurts, and my throat closes. Stupid tears knock against the backs of my eyes. He seems to understand something of what I’m feeling, for he lowers his forehead to mine. The next time he thrusts into me I cry out, convinced I can feel him all the way in my throat.

"It’s too much," I gasp.

"It’s not enough," he growls.

"I can’t take this."

"You’ll take this, and everything I give you."

I look into his eyes, feel his conviction, his belief in me, and it’s so hot. It’s insane, the unspoken message he’s communicating to me. That I can do this. I can take it. That I’m… His. His gaze widens, and the muscles of his back seem to vibrate with everything he’s not saying aloud. The air between us hums. The very atmosphere seems to push down and envelop us in a cocoon that leaves no room for anything else. The world recedes, and it’s only me and him and the heat of his body reflecting off of me. And his cock throbbing inside me. It’s so intense, my nerve-endings screech in protest. "Sir, I love you," I burst out.

His green eyes flash, then turn into blocks of ice with such alacrity, I gasp. He begins to pull away and—

No, no, no, no way, am I going to let him leave. I throw my arms about his shoulders and lock my ankles about his waist. "Does that scare you? Is that why you’re going to leave your wife the morning after your wedding and run away? You going to hide and pretend I never said that, you—" I cry out when he pulls out of me. He rises up on his knees on the bed and grasps my waist. He flips me around and onto my knees, as if I weigh nothing.

"What are you doing?" I huff.

He applies pressure between my shoulders, so I’m forced to drop down on my hands. Before I can say anything more, he fits his cock at the opening of my slit and pushes into me. And then there’s no respite. He begins to fuck me in earnest. He grabs my hips and plunges in and out of me. Each time he impales me, his balls slap against my clit and he brushes up against that spot deep inside me with such unerring accuracy, tears spring anew in my eyes. I groan, gasp, plead with him—not sure what I’m saying, only aware he’s angry with me and fucking me with an unrelenting focus aimed at punishing me. And I should hate it, but god help me, it only turns me on more.