35. Sully
Sully
I set my alarm for four a.m. so I can be home for when T.J.
wakes up but my eyes open at three, my mind still a bloody mess from the night before.
On the one hand, I’m thrilled my wife finally told me what was bothering her.
Thrilled that she called me and told me she missed me.
Thrilled that she asked me to stay in her bed.
But there’s this rage bubbling at the seams that I can’t seem to quiet.
It’s not necessarily directed at Sloane because I understand where she was coming from. Though, I don’t love the lies.
Really, I’m angry with myself though. Angry that I put us all into this position to begin with. Angry that another man even had the option to take my wife out on a date because I’d left her available for the taking.
And fucking ravaged that a man put her in that position. That Will Fucking Higgins had the audacity to dangle her career like a fucking carrot in exchange for a relationship with her. It makes me sick how any man could do that. But to have it done to Sloane. I’m seeing bloody crimson.
“ Sully .” My wife’s sweet voice calms me for a moment.
I know she isn’t awake, she’s just talking in her sleep.
I have to fold my lips in to keep from laughing as she jackknifes up and pulls at her tank top.
It’s the only garment left on her after two bouts of sleep walking resulted in her losing first her pants—which she folded and placed back in the drawer without once actually waking up—and then her panties, which she flung across the room.
The room is dark save for the sliver of moonlight peeking through the curtains, but it’s just enough to douse my wife in a beautiful glow as the tank top disappears and her full breasts come into view.
Bloody hell my wife is perfect.
My chest tightens as I think how I almost lost this. Almost lost her.
Sloane doesn’t lie back down immediately, she stretches her arms and yawns.
Normally, I don’t wake her, but I get slightly nervous when she shifts that she’ll fall off the bed, so I wrap an arm around her bare thigh and squeeze. “Sweetheart, come lie back down.”
Her eyes seem to focus at the sound of my voice and she blinks twice before shaking her head. “Did I sleep walk?”
I smile up at her. “Almost.”
She glances down and finds herself completely nude, then her expression seems to morph into one of delighted surprise. When she raises her eyes, I know exactly what she’s thinking. With a suggestive curve of her lips, she beckons me closer. “Almost indeed.”
“Do you need something, wife?” I ask, my voice coming out gruff from a hazy need that takes over every other emotion in my brain.
Sloane shifts onto her knees. “You know what I need.”
I tighten my fists to keep from reaching for her. Then I slide my palms behind my head. “I’m not sure you’ve earned it.”
Sloane’s brows lift in challenge.
Truth is, I’m not sure I can be gentle right now which makes me scared to touch my wife. I want to ravage her. Remind her that she’s my wife and no one else’s. I want to imprint myself on every inch of her body, mark her, make sure she, and everyone else, knows that she’s mine .
“Do you need me to beg?” she husks.
My cock swells, scratching against my boxers, and I blow out a breath as I give a single nod.
Sloane’s lips curve up wickedly. “You know I love begging.”
I chuckle, because, yes, I do know that. So while this could be considered a punishment to some, with my wife, it’s just another way to show her I love her.
That she drives me fucking batty. That I need her in a visceral way that can never be fully explained.
Sloane’s slides a hand over her shoulder, down her neck and between her breasts in a seductive show. When she reaches her nipple, she tweaks it and cries out from that simple touch.
My groan is deep. “I love how responsive your tits are when you’re pregnant. Your nipples pebble up so fast, just begging for my mouth to play with them.”
She licks her lips. “I need that.”
I shake my head. She must do a better job at begging than that.
“Just one little lick?” She pleads, crawling toward me, her heavy breasts swaying with her movement. She settles right beside me and then leans over, pressing her tits to my lips.
I’d have to be dead not to lick them. My mouth waters and I give in to my own desire, sucking one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth and then rolling the hard peak between my teeth. Sloane hisses in surprise. “Fuck, yes, don’t stop.”
I do exactly that though. I pull back to the sounds of her whimpers, knowing she’s probably already soaking our bed.
“Please Sully.” Her plea is breathy this time as her hand slips between her thighs.
I watch her reach for her clit and then make the split second decision to stop her, grabbing her wrist and holding it there. “No.”
I shake my head as the anger resurfaces again. As the need builds, bubbling to the surface. “No, sweetheart. You don’t get to touch this pussy because this pussy is mine.”
Sloane nods. “It is. ”
Possessiveness surges in my chest. “Hands on your thighs and don’t move,” I tell her.
When Sloane settles back and places her palms flat against her legs, I shift so that I can pull down my boxers. My cock springs up, hard and angry. Need courses through me and my jaw flexes as I force myself not to reach for myself to relieve some of the building tension.
My mouth waters as I return my focus to my beautiful wife. She’s sitting patiently, watching me, awaiting instruction. I could stare at her like this for hours. The slope of her long neck, the swell of her perfect tits.
But what I really need is the taste of her cunt on my tongue before I slip inside her and fuck her hard and deep, reminding her that she’s mine.
“Now sit on my face and don’t you dare fucking come,” I warn. “This is for me.”
Sloane scrambles to straddle me, not hesitating even once to give me what I want.
The first hit is ridiculous, she tastes so good I lap at her like she’s a delicacy.
As I suspected, she’s soaked, her pussy swollen and needy.
In doesn’t take long for Sloane to forget my rules and grind against my face, seeking her own pleasure, but before her pussy starts to quiver between my lips, I dig my hands into her thighs and hold her still.
“Not yet,” I grind out. I’m just as desperate to taste her orgasm.
To feel her pussy flutter around my cock.
“Please Sully,” she whines, trying to ride my face.
“Please what?”
“Make me come. Fuck me. Please.” She scrambles down my body and tries rolling her hot pussy over my aching length. We both groan the moment she does it, and my tease of a wife knows she’s going to get what she wants.
Trying to gain control, I flip us, and push her thighs wide so I can settle between them, making sure not to put too much of my weight on top of her body.
I reach for her roaming hands, pinning her wrists above her head, and hover my mouth above her lips.
“Patience, wife, I think I need to teach you a lesson first. Remind you that you’re my wife and no one else’s. ”
She’s practically panting now, thrusting up and trying to take control. “I’m sorry, I swear you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted. The only one I ever will.”
A warmth floods me at her words.
“Say it again,” I taunt, brushing my lips against hers. Even now as I attempt to punish her, I hover above her, protecting both her and our baby.
“You’re the only one I want. The only one I need. Please Sully, fuck me.” She thrusts up again, rolling her soaked pussy against my thick cock.
The groan that leave my lips echoes between us. “You’re so fucking ready.” I shift, adjusting my cock into position, then reach between us, so that I can slide my crown in a slow circle against her oversensitive clit. Teasing her. Taunting her.
It’s just as much of a tease for me though. My cock is weeping to get inside her.
When she can’t take it anymore, she bucks up, crazed, and I slip inside. Her hot cunt hugs my cock tightly, squeezing me, and steals then breath from my lungs. “Oh fuck sweetheart, you’re so good. Your pussy is gripping my cock so bloody tight.”
Her pussy quivers around me, and I thrust, once, twice, dragging my cock all the way out and then burrowing deep inside her again.
Fuck, I can’t get deep enough. I want to live inside this woman.
Spend my life buried deep within her. “Come on sweetheart, be a good little wife and squeeze me. Come on your husband’s cock. ”
Her head thrashes back and forth and my spine tingles as I hit the spot deep inside her that makes her pulse around me. “Just like that,” I growl.
“Yes! Sully! Fuck, right there,” she cries as she explodes, pulsing around me. I continue to thrust, milking every ounce of her and my pleasure until I come on a long moan, with my wife’s name on my tongue .
I fall to my side, making sure not to crush her, and then pull her into my chest. “Fuck I love you,” I murmur, emotion rolling over me in waves.
Sloane burrows into my chest, hugging me tightly. I know she feels it too. I know she loves me too. But fuck, I just wish she’d say it. I’m desperate to hear her say it.
Tugging her hair gently back, I force her gaze to mine. “You’re mine Sloane Murphy. My wife. Don’t ever go on a date with another man again.”
Sloane’s eyes soften and she crawls up my chest until she’s the one hovering above my lips. “I’m yours, Sully. I’m completely yours.”