Page 61 of The Butcher's Wife

I sit on my heels, rolling down her leggings and patiently waiting for her answer.

She swallows and says, “Like you’re scared of me.”

“I am.” When I glance up at her and see her staring at me so earnestly that it makes my chest squeeze, I add, “You’re known to bite.”

She knocks her foot against my head, and I grin. I tug her leggings off each heel and press a kiss to her bare calves.

“I’m sorry about that, by the way.” She sighs contentedly as I kiss my way up her legs.

I laugh against her skin. “No, you’re not. But that’s okay. I might even ask you to do it again.”

She shifts her ankles so they’re locked behind my head, trapping me between her legs and shooting a roll of arousal through me. I love her quiet rebellion—she’s been trained all her life to be someone’s obedient housewife, but in our private moments, she can’t help the hunger and desire bleeding through her every touch.

I rub my face against her thighs, into her lavender panties, like a dog coating himself in his favorite scent. I want to wear her as my new cologne.

“I think you’re scared of being soft around me.” Her voice reaches me distantly, muffled by her thighs.

“Maybe I’m scared you won’t find anything soft.” I nip at her inner thigh and rumble a laugh when she squeezes her legs around my head. “I’m the same man all the way through—funny, charming, incredibly handsome, and alwayshard.”

She gives a breathy sigh as a serene smile melts across her face.

“You want me to eat you,reginetta?”

She nods.

“Use your words.”

She grins, delighted. “Fucking eat me, Dom.”

I press my mouth to her pussy, opening my mouth on instinct, tongue lolling out long and flat like a serving platter. I canjusttaste her through the underwear, and it’s fucking infuriating, like sucking on a lollipop through the wrapper. The frustration drives me to eat her harder, like I can dissolve the barrier between us if I want it badly enough.

Her hands sift through my hair in long strokes while her hips rock against my mouth in a steady rhythm. I flick open my belt buckle with a snap.

I pull out my dick with one hand and snatch the waistband of her panties with my other. She shifts forward, balancing on my shoulders with her pussy shoved in my face. She tastes sofuckinggood—raw and carnal andwoman.Mywoman. I finally get her underwear off and lunge forward, catching her ass in my hand to feed her to me and thrusting my tongue between her lips.

She screams, her soft thighs cinching around my head.

I jerk my hand away from my cock so I don’t come too early. My entire body feels like a rubber band about to snap, but if I can do this for her, it feels like I can do one good thing in the world. I need this—more than her, maybe. The underside of my tongue twinges, and the muscles in my mouth ache, but my thoughts slip by. There’s only desire and want.

I cant her hips to and from me in a rocking motion, feeding her pussy to my mouth in a steady rhythm until herlegs tremble. She pushes herself off the counter, crushing her pussy against my mouth and grinding hard.

The knowledge that she’s riding me like this,usingme for her pleasure—I can’t hold back anymore.

I groan into her as I clutch her wadded-up panties and come into them, so much that it soaks the fabric and burns a path down the side of my hand.

“Are you—are you coming?” Annetta jerks her hips up, gasps, and clenches my face in her hands as she comes on my tongue.

I’m yours. Use me.

The thoughts pound through my head, but I only groan in the affirmative for her, and she squeezes harder and uses me to ride out the aftershocks of her orgasm, her pleasure filling me with a deep, honest satisfaction.

When she’s finished, she floats backward, and I lunge forward to catch her in my arms. I feel like a dirty old satyr that’s caught himself a nymph. She looks down at me and smiles like she did this morning, as if I’ve solved all of her problems just by making her come.

Her mouth parts, and my fingertips press into her back. Ineedto hear what she’s about to say, even if I won’t be able to make myself believe it.

The oven beeps, snapping us back into reality.

She laughs weakly, slipping down the counter to collapse against me.