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I stood in all my naked glory, sliding my hand down my body to my wet lips. “You never minded before.”
“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes growing wide.
“Oh, come on,” I chuckled. “We’ve done this plenty of times. You know what I want.”
He swallowed hard, turning away. “Not tonight, Cara.”
“Yes, tonight,” I said in frustration. “Your wife needs the big D.”
His gaze snapped to mine and he watched me curiously. “The big D?”
“Your cock,” I stressed. “Your dick. I need it inside me.”
“Cara…”
He trailed off as I walked closer, pressing my knee to the bed. “I need you inside me, my sinner. I need your cock pounding inside me, spilling your seed inside me as I cum. I need your lips on my pussy, licking every last drop I give you.”
He scrambled away from me instead of moving in for the kill. Why was he playing hard to get? I followed after him on my knees, refusing to give in to whatever game he was playing. Letting my hips sway in rhythm with my breasts, I gave him a hooded look.
“Baby, I need your lips on my pussy.”
He crawled back on all fours, missing the edge of the bed as he fell backward, landing on his head. But that didn’t slow him down. He jumped to his feet, looking around like a madman for an escape. “Now…Cara…”
“Come give me your cock. Feed it to me,” I purred.
I jumped off the bed, sauntering toward him as he backed into the wall, trying to avoid my gaze, “Why are you running from me?”
“Cara, this isn’t the time.”
“For what?”
“For…this. We need…space.”
“We’re married, Mark. There’s no place you can run.”
He gasped in horror as I crowded him against the wall and ran my tongue down his neck. I slid my hand down his stomach, then grasped his…deflated cock. Jerking my gaze to him, I stared at his squinted face.
“What’s going on?”
“Please don’t hurt me.” He peeled one eye open and stared at me in fear.
“Mark, why are you acting like we don’t do this all the time?”
As I stepped back, he slowly loosened up. “It’s just…you’re a lot of woman to take.”
“Are you calling me fat?”
“No! I’m saying…what I’m trying to say is…I’m not the Sinner everyone thinks I am. I don’t want sex all the time. In fact…” He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “I…I don’t like sex as much as you think.”
“But…you’re always jumping me.”
“I don’t know why!” he cried out, sliding down the wall to the floor. His shoulders shook as tears streamed down his face. “Cara, you have to help me. I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t want sex.”
“You…what?” I screeched.
“I know! I know! It’s just too much! I’m a manwhore and I’m tired of it!”
I rolled my eyes, turning from him in frustration. This was all Giulia’s fault. “You’re telling me that you don’t want me?”