“Antonio!” she gasps. “Don’t you dare!”
“And this is for flaunting all this in front of me and thinking–foolishly–that I wouldn’t come for what’s mine.” I slap her ass with five hard hits, then rub her reddened skin, sliding my fingers lower to the thin scrap of fabric covering her pussy.
Her cry turns to a moan.
“So wet for me, my sassy angel.” I dip lower and press right where her clit is.
She bucks, but I keep my palm on her back, holding her down as I push her bikini aside and slide my fingers into her.
Another moan vibrates from her as I slide my fingers in and out of her slick cunt. My cock demands relief, demands I claim what’s mine. But I’m not going to take her until she begs me. I need her to know that she chooses me, the same as I choose her.
With a yank, I pull her bikini bottoms off and toss them aside, then I throw her to the bed and get to my knees. Grabbing her hips, I don’t let her escape as she tries to scoot up the bed away from me.
“No, angel. You’re going nowhere.” I spread her thighs and fully taste what’s mine with a long lick from her hole to her clit. I groan, my control on a hair trigger.
Pressing my tongue inside her, I look up at her. Her gaze is on me, her eyes wild, her chest heaving where one of her perfect tits has popped free of the too-small top. I reach up and pinch her nipple, and the sound she makes sends me into a frenzy.
I lick and suck her tender flesh, devouring her as she moans and writhes, her pleasure growing with each swipe of my tongue. Pressing two fingers inside her, I stretch her tight pussy as I focus on her clit, rubbing it with the broad side of my tongue again and again until her thighs shake, her breath catches, and she comes with my name on her perfect lips.
I drink her down, her pussy milking my fingers as I lick and suck until she’s quivering, her body languid.
Standing, I stare down at her, at her swollen lips and her wet cunt. I’ve never seen a more beautiful work of art.
I taught her a lesson. One she needs to learn.
She sits up, her gaze on me.
“I hope you understand the penalty for–” I groan when she reaches out and runs her palm down the outline of my cock against my pants.
And when she whispers “my turn” in a sultry voice, I’m totally fucking lost.
14
ANGELICA
Idon’t think Antonio knows what he’s done. He’s given me a peek into his want for me. It’s real. I can see it in his eyes. I can feel it in the way he touches me. His jealousy bleeds from him when he thinks someone else might get a glimpse of me. At first, I brushed it off as being his ego or something. But as I rub my hand over the outline of his hard cock, I realize the power I truly hold in my hand.
My fingers go for the button of his pants. He suddenly grabs my wrist, stopping me. “Angel, don’t start something you can’t finish. My control is–”
“Shattering?” I yank my hands free and pop the button of his pants. “Interesting, isn’t it? I’d felt I had no control when I was forced to marry you, and now you’re the one without it.”
His nostrils flare. “You’re my wife,” he grits out. Oh, he doesn’t like hearing that I was forced to marry him. “I would have found you at some point. You were always going to be mine.”
I slide off the bed to my knees.
“Angel.” He fists my hair, making my sex clench. An ache to be filled settles deep inside me. My body is still humming from the last orgasm, but I need more. I want to play with his control.
“Yes, husband?”
His hold on my hair tightens. “Angel,” he groans.
I lick my lips as I reach into his pants for his cock. It springs free. I let out a small gasp, wrapping my hand around it at the base. A bead of cum leaks from the tip. I’d gotten a peek at it this morning, but seeing it fully right in my face has some of my bravado wavering. The man is huge. He’ll split me in two. My vagina doesn’t seem to care, because again it flutters, wanting to be filled.
“You can handle me. You’re the only one that will be able to.”
A strange emotion blooms in my chest. How did he know what I was thinking?
“Open up,” he encourages me. I part my lips as he guides my head toward his cock. I’m not sure who wants this more, me or him.