Chapter 19 #2
I glanced behind me to see what she was looking at. I’d managed to walk us to the area where residences started to bleed into downtown, houses interspersed with small businesses for another block or so. And right on the cusp of that area was Mabel and George’s home.
My brows flew up to my hairline. “You want to fuck in Mabel’s house?”
“God no,” she said, then lifted her chin to the right of the house. “But I have a key to her she-shed.”
Mabel’s Pleasure Palace—dubbed the smut shed by locals—was where she hosted some of her sex toy parties, and I could only imagine what lay within those walls. But I didn’t care. Not when I was thirty seconds away from being inside Quinn again.
So, with her legs still wrapped around me, I took off in that direction, forcing myself not to flat-out sprint.
“You’re seriously going to carry me there?” she asked, the barest hint of amusement in her voice.
“You’re damn right I am. The only reason I’m going to let you down is to bend you over, flip up that little skirt, and sink inside the pussy I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since the last time I fucked you.”
Quinn shuddered in my arms, and I picked up my pace, my need to be inside her a constant thrum in my cock. When we got close, she fumbled in her pocket before pulling out the key in triumph and unlocking the door.
I didn’t hesitate to step inside and kick it shut behind us. The space was small, and though I’d never seen the interior, I couldn’t be bothered to pay attention now. Not when I had tunnel vision for my wife.
I set her down in front of a narrow table that ran the length of the front window.
There were no blinds or curtains, meaning everyone who walked by on the path ten yards away would be able to see clearly inside.
But I couldn’t be bothered to worry about that.
Not when Quinn was standing in front of me, looking as if she’d stepped straight out of one of my dirty dreams.
I had gotten her wet, the front of her dress clinging to her full tits and that soft belly and those fucking thighs I wanted wrapped around my head. The pale purple sundress was one of her favorites—mine, too. I could barely drag my eyes away whenever she wore it.
She was a goddamn wet dream come to life, and she was my wife .
A wife I hadn’t fucked in two weeks because of some bullshit she’d concocted in her head to keep us apart. Well, I was done. Done . I wasn’t going to let her avoid the inevitable any longer.
I spun her around so she faced the window and flipped up that flirty little skirt, taking in the lush curves and scrap of lace she wore underneath. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered, running my finger along her ass beneath the pale blue lace. “Who’d you wear these for, wife? Were you hoping I’d see them?”
“No,” she snapped at me over her shoulder, that fire shining bright in her eyes. “I wore them for me . Women can wear lingerie for themselves, you know.”
I chuckled under my breath. “I might believe you if you weren’t tilting your hips up to get me to touch you.”
And I wanted to. Fuck , I wanted to. Over the past two weeks, I’d jacked off in the shower to thoughts of her more times than I could count, like I was fifteen all over again.
Though my hand had been a satisfactory substitute while my dick was on strike…
now? After I’d been inside the tight little heaven she had between her legs? Nothing compared to that.
“You’ve run the show for two weeks, and I’ve let you, but I’m done.
” I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass and pressed my lips to her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you in here, kitten. Right in front of this window so anyone walking by can look in and see that I couldn’t wait to get my wife home before I had to be inside her perfect cunt. ”
Her reflection stared back at me, making my dick even harder. Her eyes were glazed, her attention transfixed on the people walking along the sidewalk, cheeks flushed as she dug her teeth into her bottom lip. She liked that idea. And I’d bet anything she was wet as hell.
“Is that what you want?” I asked.
A slight hesitation, then a whispered, “Yes.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me, kitten. I want to know everything that turns you on. Everything that gets you off, including the idea of getting caught. You like that, don’t you? Like that there’s a possibility someone will look this way and know how good you’re getting fucked.”
She shuddered against my chest as I reached around and cupped her full tits, brushing my thumbs over the hardened peaks. “ Yes .”
I ran my lips over her shoulder, sucking at the spot that had her moaning my name last time. “But first, I need to check something.”
“What?” She arched her hips, rubbing her ass against my cock.
“I’m going to reach into those panties and see if your pussy’s wet. And if it is? Your ass is getting spanked because you’ve been denying it what it needs. Now put your hands on the table and let me see.”
With only the briefest pause—no doubt her stubbornness over giving me an inch—she did as I said, a shudder working its way through her body.
And if I had any question about whether having my palm crack on her backside was something she’d be into, the wiggle of her ass as she tried to get closer to me told me everything I needed to know.
“You know what I think I’m going to find, kitten? I think I’m going to find you’ve made a mess of these cocktease panties. That your needy little cunt has soaked all the way through.”
Slipping my finger under the lace edge, I guided it down the generous curve of her ass and then between her legs, groaning when I felt just how wet she was. I slipped my finger inside her, pumping slowly before pulling it out and sucking it clean with a groan, tasting just how much she wanted me.
“I fucking knew it.” I smacked my palm down hard on her ass, her answering moan and the pinkening of her cheek sending a shock wave straight to my dick.
“How long has this pussy been craving me?” I asked, dropping my hand between her thighs once more and pressing my fingers tight to her clit. “How long have you needed your husband’s cock?”
With her head hanging between her shoulders, she shifted against my hand, trying to work my fingers in some kind of rhythm, but I didn’t budge. Not yet. It was torture for us both, but I needed her answer. For both of us, because I had little doubt she’d been lying to herself, too.
Finally, she whimpered and shook her head. “Don’t make me say it.”
I chuckled under my breath, slipping two, then three fingers into her pussy and groaning when she tilted her hips, trying to take me deeper. “Whether you say it or not doesn’t stop it from being true. Now tell me.”
“The whole time,” she whispered.
“That’s what I thought.” I pumped my fingers into her, my cock growing harder with every whimper that left her lips, every flutter of her pussy around me.
She groaned and dropped her forehead to the window. “Please, Ford.”
“What, baby?” I scraped my teeth along her neck, sinking them into the juncture of her shoulder. “What do you need?”
“Take my panties off and get inside me.”
“I don’t think so.”
“What—”
“A little scrap of lace isn’t going to keep me from your pussy, kitten.
” I slipped my fingers from her and slid her panties to the side, groaning when she angled her hips back and gave me an unobstructed view of her.
She was dark pink, swollen with need, and so wet, it glistened on her inner thighs.
Shoving down the front of my trunks, I pulled out my cock and swiped the head through her slit, coating myself in her wetness and teasing her clit with my piercing.
“You’re going to keep these soaked panties on while I fuck you, so you remember what happens when you deny us.
My wife’s pussy deserves to be taken care of, and I’m the one who gets the privilege.
So quit punishing us and give us what we both want. ”
“Yes,” she breathed, and I couldn’t wait another second to be inside her. Had waited too fucking long already.
I notched myself at her entrance and thrust into her, sliding deep on a groan. Fuck me, she was tight, her body molding to mine like it was made for me.
Like she was made for me.
“You feel this?” I gripped her hair and tugged her head back. Pressing my lips to her ear, I pumped into her and reached around with my other hand, fingering her clit in fast circles. “You feel how fucking good we are together? How much your pussy wants this? How much I fucking crave you?”
“ Yes .”
“No more denying this, wife. No more bullshit excuses.”
“No more,” she agreed, her hands flat on the window as she panted, tipping her hips to allow me deeper inside her.
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” I flicked her clit to the rhythm of my thrusts, shifting my hips until I found the perfect angle to slide my piercing over that spot inside her. As soon as I hit it, she jolted and her walls fluttered around me, a loud moan falling from her lips.
“There it is, kitten… There it fucking is. Now be a good girl and come all over your husband’s cock. I want to feel exactly what I do to you. Want to know how good I served my wife’s pussy.”
“ Oh my God .” She dropped one of her hands to join mine as we stroked her clit in increasingly fast circles.
Her pussy tightened around me until she sobbed out a moan.
With her head dropped back on my shoulder, eyes clenched shut, she came in a whole-body shudder as she screamed her release loud enough there was little doubt those walking by could hear.
“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl. That’s my good fucking girl.” I clenched my teeth as she pulsed around me, nearly taking me over the edge with her. But I wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. “Look at you. So fucking gorgeous coming all over your husband’s cock.”
“ Ford ,” she choked out, the waves of her orgasm still rippling through her, but it was clear she still wanted more.
Pressing my hand between her shoulder blades, I pushed her facedown on the table. Our groans filled the space when the new position allowed me even deeper inside her.
“Fuck .” Faintly, I worried about hurting her.
About taking her too hard, especially after so long, but given her breathy moan when I thrust deep and her pleas for more, God yes, more, I couldn’t stop.
Couldn’t stop the snap of my hips, the tight grip of my fingers on her ass, my hand fisted in her hair, tugging her head back to look at me.
I needed her to know she was mine . For however long this lasted between us, she was mine. Mine to take care of. Mine to make come. Mine to fuck.
Mine .
“Give me another one, baby. Just one more. Come all over me and show me what’s mine.”
She pressed a hand between us and strummed her clit, her fingers slipping down to where I was pumping into her, and I had to grit my teeth against the urge to come.
But then she was looking back at me, lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed and filled with something more than desire.
Those eyes fluttered closed as she tightened impossibly around me and then burst, her pussy squeezing my dick as she found her second release.
“There you go, kitten. You come for me so fucking well. The next time you get it in your pretty little head that we shouldn’t do this, I want you to remember just how hard you came all over my cock.”
Her soft little whimper paired with the flutter of her pussy around me sent me over the edge. Unable to hold back any longer, I settled deep and spilled myself inside her, losing two weeks of frustration in her perfect body.
With my forehead pressed to her shoulder, I matched my panting breaths to hers, all the while wondering if I could make this fake marriage last longer than the six weeks we had left. Because fuck knew I wasn’t ready to be done with this. Wasn’t anywhere near done with her.