Breathlessly, I reached for my clit and massaged it with my fingers. This set him off. He withdrew from me, grabbed my waist, and swiveled me to face him. His gray eyes darkened into two onyx pools.
“Stop defying me every step of the way,” he snarled.
“I’ll never stop.” I tilted my head up. “Nev—”
He slammed into me all at once. I cried out with such abandon, I was sure not only Row and Cal heard me but the rest of the East Coast. Our hosts’ voices snuffed into tense silence. God, this was so embarrassing. They knew we werefuckinginside their house. What must they think of me?
Tate read my mind, a smug smirk spreading across his face. I could feel his lips spreading across the shell of my ear. “How about you focus on how I’m giving you the best and the only dick you’ll ever have and stop worrying about people who had anal sex in my Jacuzzi three months ago?”
He pressed home again. Long and thick, he filled me a bit beyond my capacity, and I stretched around him, welcoming the slight uncomfortableness, marveling at the way I could feel the shape of him inside me. The prominent crown. The thick, curving veins. It was a shock to my system.
Before I could recover, Tate grabbed me by the backs of my thighs so my arse was up in the air, detached from the counter, tilting my pelvis just so that he’d have a good angle to hit my G-spot. His thrusts were long and controlled, steady, as he pumped into me with fierce, deep strokes. His eyes were locked on mine the entire time, in a confusing power struggle I was too pleasure-drunk to decode. My legs were languid in his rough palms ashe shagged me. It was rough and punishing, wild with fury and passion, and I knew the scent of us was going to cling to the many layers of my dress. It took me a few moments—maybe even minutes—to realize Tate wasn’t blinking as he glared at me.
“Are you okay?” Each of my words was punctuated by a grunt as he thrust into me.
He shook his head, his lips pressing into a grimace.
Hewasn’tokay?
“Fuck,” he growled, throwing caution to the wind. He leaned to catch my mouth in a kiss that was pure tender violence, a clash of teeth and tongues, of fast strokes and slow burn.
I convulsed around him, a firestorm climbing up my spine, my muscles clutching, burning, toes curling as the orgasm tore through me like a volcano, the lava spurting in waves as I rocked against his cock, my abs tight while he still pumped into me.
My climax subsided gradually, euphoria slinking under my skin like warm milk on a winter night. Tate grunted and arched, coming hard inside me. He pumped lazily into me for a few seconds before pulling out inch by inch, arrogantly reminding me how long his shaft was.
My husband stepped aside, hoisting me over the counter, flattening my skirts against my stomach so we both had a good look at my pussy. He parted my thighs with his fingers, staring.
“Look at that pretty defiance of yours now, trickling down your inner thigh,” Tate cooed mockingly. “How adorable.” He trailed his index finger along my inner thigh.
I watched in fascination as he tucked his cloudy, thick cum back between my folds. Not only did he put his stringy seed inside, but he pushed two fingers, filling me to the hilt. I gasped uncomfortably when I thought he reached my actual uterus, squirming away from him.
“Be a good guest, and keep it in. Don’t wanna dirty your friends’ kitchen.”
The haze of the orgasm completely undid me, though. If having mind-blowing sex on your best friend’s kitchen counter was wrong, then I didn’t want to be right.
“I’m on the pill.” I slapped his hand away, slowly reclaiming my sanity. “So forget about little Lucifers running around anytime soon.”
“We’ll see about that.” He stood back and smoothed out his suit and bow tie.
“You won’t trap me by impregnating me.” I frantically pushed down my dress. He seemed like the type to change your birth control into Tic Tacs.
“Gia, stop talking about leaving. It’s not fucking happening. Before or after your mother dies.”
“Doesn’t it bother you that I don’t love you?”
I had to leave because Iwasfalling for him.
Because he would never love me, and I’d have to live with the tragedy of it, day in and day out.
“Darling.” He bent down to give me a cold peck on the lips, patting my head. “That’s a bonus.”
Row and Cal swanned out of the hallway. They were both bright red.
“Are you decent?” Cal had her hand flung over her eyes.
“Yeah,” I squeaked, horrified. “I’m so,sosorr—”
“I just want you to know, my wife’s pussy is the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten in your damn kitchen,” Tate announced in his no-bullshit tone. “No close seconds.”
