Page 146 of The Wrong Husband

"On your hands and knees," I snap.

"Wh-a-a-t?" Her eyes bug out.

"You heard me." I narrow my gaze on her. "Don’t make me repeat myself."

She swallows, then slowly turns over. I grab her waist and pull her close, until her feet are at the edge of the bed. When I flatten my palm on the middle of her back and push down, she gasps, but obligingly slides down, so her cheek is pressed into the mattress and her butt is extended up in the air. I keep a hold of her waist, and cup her arse cheek through the skirt of her dress.

She shudders but otherwise stays still.

"Good girl." I squeeze her butt.

A breathless moan spills from her lips, revealing how turned on she is.

"If I touch your pussy, will I find you wet and needy for your husband’s cock?"

She nods.

"Too bad, you’re going to have to wait until I’m done with you."

"What are you—" She gasps as I flip up the skirt of her dress. And when I grab hold of her panties and tear them off, a full body shudder grips her.

"Connor," she whines.

"Stay still," I order.

Instantly, she freezes, toes tucked in as she grasps hold of the mattress.

"This is going to hurt." I bring my hand down on her butt. The crack of my palm connecting with the smooth skin of herbehind has her entire body jolting. She cries out and grabs hold of the blanket with white-skinned knuckles.

"Count the slaps," I growl.

"One," she says in a breathless voice. Then groans when I follow up with a slap to her other butt cheek.

"Two," she whimpers.

I slap the first again.

"Three," she says on a rush.

And the next. I alternate between her arse cheeks. Her voice follows each hit of my palm on her behind. She counts until I reach twenty. When her voice breaks, I stop with my palm on her heated skin. I massage the curve of her behind. Another moan spills from her lips. I lower my hand, admiring my palm prints on the creamy expanse.

"So fucking gorgeous."

Her knees threaten to give way at my praise. I squeeze her hip and hold her up. And when I trail my fingers down the cleavage bisecting her rump to the valley between her pussy lips, she almost topples over.

"You’re so wet, your cum is trickling down your inner thigh."

She tries to pull her legs together in response, but I squeeze each of her outer thighs and stop her. And when I bend and lick down her melting slit, she cries out in surprise. "Connor, it’s…too much."

"Good." I lick up her pussy lips, then pull them apart and curl my tongue around her swollen clit.

"Connor, ohmigod," she pleads.

I stuff my tongue inside her trembling slit. She makes a huffing sound. I massage her reddened backside then eat her out. I slurp on her pussy, lick up the cum drenching her inner thighs, all the time holding her open at my mercy. She writhes and tries to pull away. With my tongue still pushed into her tightslit, I slap her cunt. A long, low sound emerges from her lips, and she orgasms.

Her back curves, and her body shudders as she climaxes.

When the aftershocks ripple up her spine, I lean over her. I grip her chin, so she’s forced to look up at me.