Page 121 of The Wrong Husband

"Good." He pats the table. "Climb on."

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Connor

She stands and eases herself onto the table.

"Lay back."

She gulps, then does as she’s told, and her spine touches the table. Her obedience pleases me and turns my cock into a column of stone. It also tells me that she trusts me to pleasure her. And I intend to deliver on it.

I slide the skirt of her dress up her thighs. She shivers. And when I pull her legs apart, she gasps. I step in between them, and when she reaches up for me, I take her hand and fold it over her head, then the other. I lock my fingers around her wrists and hold them there.

She wriggles, testing my hold, and realizes I’m serious. Her eyes widen, but the look in them turns heavy with lust. I nod. "That turns you on, Fever?"

She swallows, then slowly nods.

"And this?" I bend and fix my mouth around the jut of her nipple through the fabric of her dress.

Her entire body bows off the table. "Connor!" she yells.

She’s primed for me, the awareness between us has been building since the day we met. And every time I’ve held her in my arms, I’ve wanted her so much, but I've held back. I've focused on her pleasure, but I’ve also been edging her and myself.

I’ve allowed her to come, but those have only been previews of how amazing it’s going to be when I’m finally inside of her. "What do you want?"

I turn my attention to her other nipple, and when I pull down the neckline of her dress to expose it, she moans, then pushes her breast further into my mouth. I pull back. "Use your words."

"I…" She groans. "I want you."

"How do you want me? Should I use my fingers, my tongue, or my cock?" I raise my head until I hover over hers, only a sliver of space separating the two of us. "Or should I use all three?"

Another moan crawls up her throat. "All three," she pants.

"Good girl." I rub up against the wet triangle on her panties.

She expels a breath. "That feels so good."

"I use shallow strokes, grinding down on her, making sure she feels every millimeter of my swollen column through my pants. She locks her ankles around my waist, trying to pull me closer.

I chuckle. "Only I get to decide how to satisfy you. I get to decide how I’m going to fuck you, you hear me?"

She nods.

"How hungry are you for my cock, baby?"

"Very—" She swallows. "I… I need you, Connor. Please."

"Goddamn, when you beg me so prettily, it turns me on even more."

I lean more of my weight on her, and a trembling grips her. She begins to push up and against the thick pillar of my shaft. Each time she rubs up against me, her eyelids flutter. Her lipspart. Her heart is beating so fast, it feels like it’s going to bust out of her rib cage. Just like mine.

I allow her to hump herself against my crotch until her entire body shudders. Her breathing grows choppy, her eyebrows wrinkle. Her hands tremble in mine, and I know she’s so close to coming. That’s when I step back.

She’s so caught up in the impending climax, that it takes her a few seconds to realize I’m no longer dry fucking her. That’s when her gaze widens. She tips up her chin.

"What are you doing?"

In reply, I grab the knife, turn it around so I’m holding it parallel to my arm, under my wrist, but with the blade pointing at me. Her eyes grow so huge they seem to fill her face. "Wh-what’s happening?’