Page 57 of Silent Ties

I nearly growl. “I dropped hints.” And now I’ve got a ripped nightgown because he couldn’t take them.

His lips twitch, like he’s fighting a smile. “Are we back to theass shaking?”

“I didn’t,” I moan. I fight for more friction, even as my skin heats.

Max lifts back onto his knee, sliding between my legs again. His hand continues to work himself, but he plays with a nipple, tugging and teasing it.

I come again.

“Two.” He places a kiss on my lips and I lift up trying to keep his lips on mine. “Where do you want my cock?”

I light up, tugging forward.

“Your cunt is full. And your ass.”

“Please. . .” I beg.

“There’s always your mouth.” He lifts up on his knees.

“No, fuck my cunt, Max.”

He nearly falls forward.

I’m writhing underneath him. I want to touch him, but I can’t get free. He could fuck my mouth and I’ll gladly take it, but I’m dying for his cock in my pussy. I want him deep and hard and if I don’t fucking get him soon, I’m going to explode.

I think he’ll tease me. Or make me wait since he’s sadistic like that. But something passes along his face. I’m loud in bed, I can’t help it, but I always leave the dirty talk to him. Maybe words of affirmation are also his thing, though.

“I need your cock,” I tell him. “I want my husband to fuck me. Now, Max.”

His eyes harden and he shoves two fingers down my throat. I gag, registering a second later how he removes the vibrator, his cock sliding into my pussy. He controls my body, his cock throbbing inside of me.

“Is this enough for you, wife? Or do you need more?” he asks.

He pinches my clit and I scream around his fingers. Tears creep down my face and the bastard leans down, kissing thecorner of my eye. The move is oddly tender as his hips slam into mine.

“Next time, use your fucking words, Russ, before you let the guards see you walking around with your ass hanging out.”

In the two seconds it took me to grab my package, I doubt they saw a thing, but I don’t care at this moment.

I decide I like pissing him off. I like riling him up.

“You’re my needy little whore, always needing to come. It’s what you’ve wanted all night. What you’ve begged for. Come for your husband. I know you need to.”

Two seconds later, I shatter, crying around his fingers in my mouth. He doesn’t let up taking his time to find his pleasure. His back finally stiffens, his cum coating my insides.

He momentarily sags against me and I savor the feel of his weight over me. But he pulls himself away, freeing my hands, and gets up.

“Come on.”

There’s little choice but to follow Max into the bathroom. He forces me into the shower, washing off my sore pussy before he leaves me.

“You don’t need that,” he growls when I grab one of his T-shirts from the dresser. I shoot him a look. He already ruined one of my nightgowns and if I want to wear one of his shirts, I’ll wear one of his shirts.

“This is a pajama free household,” he grumbles under his breath. While I washed off, he changed the sheets, leaving the dirty ones for Olga to deal with.

After he quickly rinses off, he climbs into bed.

The sheets rustle and after a minute, get gets tired of my rolling around. “What?” he sighs.