Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“But I admit, I like you like this. Bent over so I can spank your ass. Tell me something. Are you as wet as I am hard?” he asks and slides a hand between my legs.
“Screw you!” I cry out when he grins.
“Hey. Some of us have to use the bathroom!” a woman calls out.
“Fuck off,” Silas says, then meets my eyes, chuckling. “We’ll fuck angry. It’ll be good for us.” He reaches over me to pump soap from the dispenser into his hand, repeats a couple of times. “Ophelia, Ophelia, Ophelia.” He straightens. “Stay,” he tells me as he undoes his jeans and pushes them and his briefs down and I watch because as much as I hate the fact, I am wet. I hate that he’s right and he knows it, but it’s true. Having him this close, this dominant and this protective, it brings out a side of me only he can.
He grips his cock and rubs the liquid soap along his hard length. He then grabs my hips and tilts them up, using his thumbs to spread my cheeks apart.
“What are you doing?” I ask, panicked, realizing why he needed the soap.
He grins, drags his gaze from my ass to my face and brings his cock to my asshole.
“I’m changing tactics.” He pushes against the tight opening.
“What does that—” I gasp when he penetrates, my body not ready, trying to manage this intrusion, this thickest part of him. Even with the slippery soap to lubricate, my body resists. I grip the edges of the counter.
He glances at me. “Try to relax, sweetheart, or this is going to be rough for you.” He pushes in.
My breath hisses and I squeeze my eyes shut. “It hurts.”
“Punishments don’t work if they feel good.”
“Please.”
“Relax. Look at me.”
He moves slowly inside me and when I open my eyes, I see how his have gone a deep emerald.
“Did you hear me earlier tonight?”
“I don’t want—”
He thrusts and I grunt.
“Did. You. Hear. Me?”
“Yes!”
“What did I say?”
I grit my teeth, refusing to give this to him.
“I’m about halfway in, sweetheart. Make this easy on yourself.” He gives a small thrust and I cry out.
“You told me you love me.”
“Right. What else?”
The knocking begins again.
“Fuck off!” he yells at the door then wraps a hand around my pelvis, fingers coming to my clit. I close my eyes wanting to resist but unable to. He leans over me, so his face is touching mine again. “What else, O?”
“That you love me no matter what.”
“Did you believe me?”
He moves slowly, rubbing my clit as he does. I nod.
“Good. Do you trust me?”
“I want to.” He pushes all the way and I bite my lip, pain and pleasure colliding, confusing me.
“Then do.” Something on my face must give him the assurance he needs because he smiles. “Good girl.” He cups my head, kisses my cheek. “Like I said, I don’t like punishing you. I prefer watching you come undone. So tell me, are you going to come with my cock in your ass?”
I nod again, greedy for it as my body relaxes to welcome him.
“Ready?”
I lick my lips and nod and he grins, before he starts to fuck me. Really fuck me.
“Are you going to take my come in your tight little ass?” he asks, spanking a cheek.
I nod. “Hard. Do it hard.”
“That’s my good, dirty little wife.” He grins.
I grip the edges of the counter because it’s not going to take me long, not with his fingers on my clit, his hard cock inside me. And his eyes, fuck, his eyes so dark and dirty on me.
The knocking on the door stops and I can imagine whoever is out there with their ear pressed to it listening to us fuck because we’re not quiet, neither of us. I come first and Silas moans with the sensation of my ass pulsating around him. I’ve never felt like this before. Never come the way I do with him. And as he spanks my ass once more, his thrusts grow more urgent. I feel him thicken inside me, his cock impossibly hard, and when he comes, he leans his weight over me and grips me tight, and throbs inside me, our eyes locked, my second orgasm stealing my breath away.
22
SILAS
“Oh my god. They totally fucked in there,” a woman whispers to her friend as they watch us walk out, Ophelia tucked close to me, my hand around the back of her neck.
I give them a wide grin as Ophelia’s cheeks burn red.
“Everyone knows,” she says.
“Everyone’s jealous.”
I pick up Ophelia’s coat and slip it over her shoulders before heading to the exit and pushing the glass door open. We step out into the bracing night, and I guide her to the SUV which I double parked.
“The Audi,” she says, taking the keys out of her pocket.