“Would it kill you to do something for me?”
He doesn’t answer me at first. His heart beats against my back. His fingers create a trail of goosebumps as they slide down my left arm then circle my wrist. His breathing is so relaxed and even that I’ve accepted the notion of him
ignoring me.
“You do not understand how much I do for you,” his response is soft, his warm lips kissing my ring finger just above my wedding band is endearing and confusing. “You’re hurting your own feelings.”
“How? By expecting my husband to have sex with me?” I bite out while trying to withhold my tears.
“Yes. You’re doing it again,” he tells me.
“Doing what?” I’m hurt, aroused, and confused.
“Blindly trusting the people in your life. Not being aware.” His free hand cups my chin and tilts my head back until my lips are near his. “Do you really think I’d willingly pass up fucking you?”
No. “That’s exactly what you just did!”
He doesn’t release his hold on my chin, but his hand slides past the nightie to my bare skin underneath. My nipples bead, achingly begging for Oran’s attention. He makes me hold his gaze when he pushes two of his fingers inside of me. He licks my open lips when I gasp. The delicious mix of pain and pleasure stops my breathing. Oran’s pained groan makes me shiver.
“Wrong again, Trophy.” His nips of my bottom lip almost make me forget what we’re talking about. The friction of his big fingers pumping inside of me has me no longer caring, but my brain refuses to push it aside.
“How?” I whimper.
Oran slides his wet digits along my hard, needy clit, taking me to a place where I don’t care that I’m undulating my hips to chase the high I’ve been dying to get from him. His erection pokes my ass. Reaching behind me, I rub the part of him I’ve been trying to meet. His accompanying growl has an invisible knot in my belly forming.
“Enlighten me,” I beg on the cusp of an orgasm.
“Read the fine print on your prenup, Princess.” He bites the junction of my neck and brings me close to exploding. His hand drops from my neck to tease my nipples over their silky barrier. “If you fuck me, it’ll be official and you’re mine forever.” He presses harder as he finger-fucks me. “If you abstain for six months, we can annul it.”
The way he fucks me with his fingers, rough in ways I never knew I wanted, has me on the brink of one of my biggest orgasms, but his words rip me apart a little more. My body wants what it craves. My release breaks on a sob as I cum on his fingers while cursing the unfairness of my situation.
If I have sex with him, I’m stuck with him forever. If I don’t, I get to leave in a few months but still crave him. I can’t win.
Oran rubs himself on the hand still gripping him. “If you want this dick, be content with belonging to me for the rest of our lives.” Removing his hand and stepping out of my reach he continues his statement. “Or keep your legs closed and return to your normal life.”
He’s gone as quickly as he made me cum.
What the fuck and I supposed to do?
Chapter 16
Oran
I’d tried sleeping on the air mattress but gave up and opted for the floor. Things are too charged. If I’d joined her in bed, I know we wouldn’t have made it through the night. Now that she knows the stakes, she can make her own decisions. Still, the memory of how she came for me plays in a loop on my head.
The sounds she made mixed with her beautiful face wrapped in ecstasy had me cuming in my hand. I tried to avoid it, but it was impossible to go to sleep without relieving the ache in my dick.
Stretching to ease the discomfort in my shoulders and back, I get up to start my day. She’s not cooking - not that I thought she would - but the rest of the house is quiet. Once I shower, dress, and leave for work I’m convinced she’d left long before I woke up.
I just don’t know where she went. I check my phone once I’m in the car. No texts or missed calls.
Once the work calls started rolling in signaling a busy day, I opt to let her have her space. She’ll let me know when she’s ready.
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Karessa