“Nothing at all.”
Eyebrows raising, I slap the book out of her hands. I get a glare for that as Tiggy moves to pick it back up.
“Don't touch my things,” she snaps.
Oh, fuck no. I pluck it out of her hand, throwing it onto the easy chair Niall vacated.Herstuff? Everything in this house ismystuff, including her, and she better fucking cop on to that right fast.
Tiggy huffs a sigh. I'm about to snap at her about her attitude when I see the look in her eyes. She's enjoying winding me up. I don’t fucking believe it.
What kind of crazy-ass woman enjoys winding someone like me up? She’ll be lucky if all I do is spank the shite out of her ass.
As Tiggy stands, moving to collect her book, I reach out and snag her knee, causing her to topple to the ground. Before she can complain or get back up, I slide off the sofa, straddling her hips, and pinning her to the carpet.
Immediately, Tiggy starts bucking her hips, trying to throw me off, but I can see her eyes are no longer flat. Jesus fuck. The woman is deliberately winding me up because she'sbored.
Well, I guess I'll just have the fuck the boredom out of her right here on the floor. Thank fuck she’s wearing a dress. It makes access a lot easier.
As I pop the buttons to open her dress at her tits, Tiggy stills for a moment, her chest heaving with every breath. We stare into each other's eyes, my fingers plucking at the buttons. After another second, she starts fighting me like the wildcat she is.
I’ve noticed she keeps her fingernails short. They’re delicate and pretty, a pale shade of pink and rounded. Right now, I’m thanking my lucky stars that they aren’t brightly colored talons like our strippers wear because the psychotic woman has just taken a swipe at my face.
Snatching her dainty wrists, I pin them above her head, holding them together with one of my hands while I use the other to keep opening her dress.
Undeterred, Tiggy glares are me, trying to burn a hole in my face with the angry heat of her eyes as I focus on my goal of freeing her tits.
She’s such a slender, dainty little thing, and I’m about a foot taller than her, but her tits and ass are perfect handfuls. Like she was made just for me.
Tiggy’s dress is open now, hanging down the sides of her chest, exposing her silvery lacy bra. I smirk when I see it is a front clasping bra. Reaching down, I flick it open. As the bra cups slip off her tits, Tiggy starts bucking and twisting underneath me again.
Now that’s a beautiful sight. She probably doesn’t realize, but when she moves like that, her tits bob around.
Still keeping her wrists pinned above her head with my hand, I pinch one of her nipples. Hard. Tiggy sucks in a breath and stops moving.
Her pupils dilate, and my smirk grows. She might have talked a big game about not enjoying herself, but I would bet every cent I have that she’s soaking wet right now. She might not like me, but her body sure as shit does.
The frustration grows in her eyes when she realizes her body is aching for me. Making a liar out of her, yet again. My pretty little liar.
Bending down, I capture her free nipple, sucking it into my mouth and biting down on it as I pinch her other nipple. A moan sounds out, her back arching, pressing her breast against my tongue. If my lips weren’t otherwise occupied, I’d be grinning triumphantly right now.
I release her wrists to use my hand for a better purpose. As soon as her wrists are free, Tiggy tangles her fingers through my hair, and tugs, sharply. It stings, and I bite harder down on her nipple as punishment. She whimpers, her fingers loosening their grip just enough not to be painful anymore. That’s better.
As a reward, I move off her hips, spreading her thighs with mine. Shoving her panties aside, I plunge two fingers into her dripping wet pussy, finger fucking her hard.
I fuckingknewshe’d be wet for me. Fuck, sometimes I like being married. Having a wet and wanting wife and sex on tap is starting to spoil me.
I’ve never been one to indulge while I’m working, but since I’ve never been one for delayed gratification either, I’m horny all the time these days.
I contemplated fucking one of the strippers today, but I couldn’t get my dick to cooperate. The little bastard only wanted to be buried in fucking Tiggy, so I’m home hours earlier than I originally planned.
My beautiful little liar shatters around my fingers, moaning and writhing. I want her taste on my mouth when I fuck her, so I snatch my fingers away, sucking them into my mouth as I unbutton my jeans. Even as I thrust into her wet heat, groaning as her muscles clench me tightly, Tiggy still fights me for dominance.
I’m intrigued to see where she’s going with this, so I roll us over and settle onto my back while Tiggy freezes, perched on my dick as she straddles me, caught unawares by the move. Our eyes meet, and my eyebrows raise. A slow smirk plays across her lips as she recognizes the challenge.
She takes her fucking time. Reaching down, she slowly starts to unbutton my shirt, rolling her hips once every third button before stopping again.
Once she has the thing unbuttoned, she pushes my shirt off my shoulders, her eyes running over my torso, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. I swallow down a groan. Fuck, she is a sexy little thing.
Her fingertips trail over my pecs, her smirk reappearing. Tiggy’s eyes flash as she pinches down hard on my nipples, swiveling her hips. My own hips surge, and I smirk at the breathy, needy little sound catching in her throat at the movement.