Page 71 of Almost Rotten

Her head snaps up, her body stiffening. Then her eyes are on me, full of wrath.

“Say it,” I demand, squeezing her ass with my hand.

She presses against my abs and shifts back. “No.”

I wrap one arm around her waist, trapping her and keeping her lined up with my body.

“It’s only me. Fucking say it, Sawyer.”

“No,” she grits out again, panting.

I thrust up, dragging my piercings over that bundle of nerves I’m sure is overstimulated at this point.

She whimpers on contact.

“You want him? Or them?”

Her breath catches, her lashes fluttering. “Yes,” she admits haughtily. “I want them.”

I fucking knew it.

Jealousy burns in my veins, my vision going dark at the edges. “If you want them so badly, then why did you just come on my fingers and cock?”

Her mouth falls open, though rather than the protest she intended, all that escapes is another moan. I pull her forward, then back, then hold her in place, rubbing and circling until her legs quake once again.

Refractory period, my ass. My wife and I are so well matched it’s not even funny.

“If you want them so badly, I dare you not to come again, petit diable.”

I thrust up, and with a frustrated cry, she grinds against me, her hips creating a steady rhythm that only falters when her body shudders and she lets out a low, keening sound.

Her second orgasm triggers mine, and I shoot my load all over her stomach and hips.

Wave after wave of pearly essence splatters her soft curves. I drag my fingers through the mess, collecting a bit of cum and bringing it down between her thighs so I can paint her clit.

Once the waves of ecstasy have passed, she glares down and smacks my chest. “I hate you.”

Brow cocked, I smirk at the sticky mess coating us both. “That’s not what your body just told me. You can’t have themandme, petit diable. You know deep down it was always going to end this way.”

With a choked sob, she climbs off the bed. She hurries into the bathroom, and when she closes the door behind her, I know better than to follow. I don’t know why I had to push. Why I always fucking ruin it.

Sighing, I flop back on the bed and glare at the ceiling.

What the hell is wrong with me? How do I keep fucking this up?

She says she hates me.

I hate myself, too.

Maybe I’ve destroyed us and this will all come crashing down around me sooner rather than later.

But as I lie on my back in her bed, surrounded by her sweet apple and vanilla scent, covered in a mixture of her release and mine, I honestly can’t bring myself to care about what the future may hold.

I love the feel of her too much. I yearn to be inside her for real, and I will be. Soon.

Maybe I have ruined everything. Or maybe I’m finally breaking through.

Chapter twenty-six