Page 106 of Filthy Little Regrets
He tugs on my hair. “There’s my good wife,” he murmurs, pulling out of me so suddenly, it takes me a moment to realize what he’s done. I expect him to drive back in, but he doesn’t. His fingers fall away and cool air kisses the back of my legs.
Did he just leave? Straightening, I spin around with a scowl.
Mace is standing a few feet back, fist on his cock.
“What are you doing?”
He arches an eyebrow. “Do you want something?”
“Yeah, I want you to finish what you started,” I growl, glaring at his hand when he drags his fist down his length. “I swear to god, if you come, I will chop it off.”
He licks his lips, the sick bastard, and steps toward me. “You know what to do to get what you want.”
For a second, I’m confused, but then I remember how he wanted to hear me ask for it. I’m not too proud to beg. Cupping my breasts, I step back toward the railing, resting against it and pinching my nipples. “Mace,” I murmur. “Will you fuck me, please?” I bite my lip and squeeze my tits together. “Please, Mace.”
“Touch yourself,” he commands, taking another step toward me.
I move my hand down my body and smooth my finger over my clit. It’s nice, but not good enough. “I want you,” I confess. “Fuck me, Mace. Fuck me like I’m a dirty whore.”
His eyes drift up to meet mine. “No.” Closing the distance between us, he grabs one of my thighs and wrapsit around his waist, hands coming to my hips. “I’m going to fuck you like you’re my wife,” he says, perching me on the edge of the railing.
My balance shifts back, and I gasp, clutching at it as my eyes take in the distance between the second and first floor. My stomach drops. I’m going to fall. My gaze flies to his. “Mace!”
“I’ve got you.” His hands hook under my arms, palms resting on my shoulders and creating the perfect counterbalance to keep me from plummeting down to the marble floor. With the railing elevating my body, his cock is perfectly positioned to slide right back in, and he does with a low groan, holding me tight. “This is the closest I’ll ever get to heaven.”
The praise cascades through me. His gaze is focused on where our bodies are joined. He drives in and out, pace hard and purposeful. Fucking me with enough force to expel my anger. Any sane woman would be terrified that he’ll fuck me, then shove me off the railing, but in this, I trust him. His palms and fingers cup my shoulders, holding tight to keep me in place, to keep me safe in the face of danger.
The balance of power tips in his direction. With my confessions, his knight edges closer to my queen.
My heart flutters. He can’t have all the power. Knowing I’m safe, I release my grip on the railing. Mace’s eyes jump to meet mine. Worry ripples over his features and his hold tightens. I drag my fingers through his hair, nails scraping over his scalp as I find a firm grip at the base of his neck. I pull.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans, panting as he drives into me.
Leaning toward him, I tease my lips over his. “Look at how well you fuck me.”
“Cassia.” His cock pulses.
I clamp my walls around him. He might’ve been right. I did want this. I missed it, but I’m going to be the one who pushes him over the edge. I’m going to take away his ability to control when he’s done. Nipping his bottom lip, I soothe away the pain with my tongue, capturing his mouth with mine.
He moans into my mouth as I tug on his hair. The sound reverberates through me and lights up my insides. Mace drives into me, but his relentless pace is now unsteady. The tip of his cock brushes over my G-spot. I gasp into his mouth and flex, squeezing his length.
A full-fledged whimper rips from his chest.
Fuck. Yes. I break the kiss, drop my lips to his throat, kissing and sucking his skin. His stamina may waver, but his hold on me never does. Drifting one hand down, I drag my nails down his back. Mace’s hips jerk, driving him hard and deep. My body responds to his frenzy, closer and closer to the climax.
Knowing how much he loves it, I place my lips against his ear and whisper, “Are you going to come inside your wife?”
“Fuck, baby,” he says, pace quickening but still unsteady, out of time with his loss of control.
A smile cuts across my face, and I trace my nails up his spine, gasping as he grinds, the tip of his cock hitting that spot deep inside of me over and over. “Now, be a good boy and come for me.”
A pleased hum rattles in the back of his throat, and he wraps my hair around one hand, yanking my head back and forcing me to meet his gaze. “Watch what you do to me,” he rasps, driving into me, each thrust jolting through my body, but right as I tip back on the railing, he draws me towardhim. My body spasms, rapture tumbling through me, muscles tightening and pulsing.
Pupils dilated, he roves his gaze over my face, like he’s memorizing the moment.
The space between us charges, tension and pleasure drawing taut, nothing but pure fucking bliss running through my veins. The warmth that’s been building inside of me bursts into flames, euphoria devouring every single part of me. My body tightens, clit throbbing. His finger finds the spot, detonating pleasure as the heat of his cum fills me, hitting my G-spot in a stream of warmth.
My lips part.
