Page 79 of Filthy Little Regrets
“I hate you.”
He slaps my pussy.
Pleasure shocks through me. I suck in a hard breath, surprised that didn’t turn me off, and try to find my bearings. My mind is a carousel of stubborn resistance and wanton desperation.
Mace dips one finger down a little farther, sliding it through my soaking slit. “Stop fighting me,” he murmurs, nudging my cheek with his nose. “All I’m asking is to hear you say it, baby.”
“Oh my god, fine! Please make me come,” I snarl.
“A little less attitude,” he coaches, tugging my thong down my thighs.
Anger wars with desire, but I’m so worked up, so ready to see if he can put his money where his mouth is, that lust wins and I relent with a huff. “Fine. Please, Mace,pleasemake me come.”
“I love it when my wife listens,” he rasps, stroking my clit in maddeningly slow circles. “God, Cassia, you’re so fucking wet.”
The shame of it burns my cheeks, but when he shifts his hand down, pushing two fingers inside of me andplacing his thumb right on the money, all inhibitions fall away. I hiss as he grinds the pad of his thumb over that spot, digits scissoring inside of me, stretching my walls.
“One of these days, you’ll regret lying to me,” he whispers.
My heart skips, but before I can think too hard about if he means more than outside of the bedroom, his mouth lands on my throat again, sucking and biting as he works me over until I’m panting, little sounds of pleasure tumbling from my lips.
He shifts, slipping his arm out from under me, thrusting the other hand as he comes to kneel above me. I roll onto my back, my gaze colliding with his, and swallow at the ravenous look in his eyes. If he was a predator, I’d be terrified right about now, but that hungry look drifts down between my legs, where his thumb is teasing, then slowly back up to my face.
“Show me those pretty tits.”
Biting my lip, I grip the hem of his shirt and curl up, yanking his top off. My full D cups sway with the movement and, suddenly, I’m naked beneath him. He’s all muscle and strength, and I’m all softness and curves. There’s a moment of self-doubt, but the heat in his gaze burns hotter as he takes me in.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, eyes focusing on my face as he lowers his mouth, blowing on one of my nipples. “So perfect.” He flicks his tongue over the pebbled skin. “And best of all,” he says, rolling his thumb over my clit, “you’re fucking mine.” His lips seal around my nipple and he sucks hard, eyes fluttering closed.
I arch my back, trying to find the energy to tell him I’m not his, but the fingers inside of me stroke over my G-spot, and I gasp, giving up the fight and burying myfingers in his hair. He hums in approval, taking his time worshiping my breasts as I writhe beneath him. Mace bites my nipple, hard enough to shock a breath out of me, and his eyes meet mine again as he pulls off with a pop.
A wolfish smirk cuts across his face. “I like the pretty sounds you make.”
I hate giving him anything to enjoy, but like the devil himself, Mace seems to know my every wicked desire. His lips coast down my body, barely brushing along my skin, and goose bumps chase after him as fire swoops down my spine and pools between my legs, the very path he’s taking. He pulls back, adjusting his position, dragging me down the mattress until my legs hang over the edge of the bed and he’s kneeling before me.
He nudges my legs, spreading me, and places my thighs over his shoulders. With his mouth mere inches from where I want him, he roves his gaze over my cunt like it’s a piece of fine art. My every nerve is coiled tight, desperate for him to finish what he’s started, but he draws out the moment, as if he wants to memorize it.
I roll my hips, none too subtly dropping hints. “Please,” I breathe, zero pride to be found. “Please, Mace.”
He licks his lips, then meets my gaze again as he moves his thumb and lowers, tongue sweeping through my slit. “Good girl.” He circles my clit, then flattens his tongue to taste every inch of me, adding a third finger, stretching my walls.
My pussy throbs, clenching around his fingers, he hums against me. The vibration tingles over my skin, and my hands find their way back to his hair, smoothing through the short strands and tugging hard as I rock my body to meet his tongue.
Mace moans against me and buries his face against mycunt, licking and lapping and tasting until my toes curl and electricity dances up my spine. I’m clinging to him, shamelessly rubbing against his face, but that only seems to spur him on. He eats me out like I’m his last meal, his hot tongue devouring every inch of me and swirling over my clit. Sealing his lips around me, he sucks hard. Stars burst across my vision, and I cry out.
So close. So close. So close.
He doesn’t relent. Mace knows I haven’t come yet. He knows to keep going, to grind his tongue harder against my clit, suck a little deeper, press against my G-spot until my thighs clamp around his face. He flicks his tongue faster and faster. Relentless. Determined. So fucking perfect. Pleasure detonates inside of me, bursting from my center, liquifying my muscles, tingling over my skin. I pull his hair, probably too hard, but my back curls off the mattress and his name tears from my throat.
Mace growls against my pussy, lapping up my cum as aftershocks riddle my body. My muscles twitch, and I gasp as he glides his tongue through my slit, humming in approval as his fingers slide out of me. I’m so painfully empty, but he soothes away the ache with his mouth, tasting me until I suck in a hard breath and release his hair, massaging his scalp in apology.
I glance down to find his eyes on me. A lazy grin runs across my face. “You look so good between my legs,” I tease him.
He takes one last taste, lashing my clit, before rising and crawling on top of me, but he doesn’t settle his core against mine.
I frown, though I refuse to admit that I really want him to fuck me. A woman has to have a little pride.
His eyes glitter with knowing. “See what happens whenyou follow the rules?” he asks, placing his hand at my throat and capturing my lips. The taste of my cum is still on his tongue, salty and delicious. I reach for his cock, but he knocks my hand away, breaking the kiss and squeezing my throat. “Tell me what you want.”
