Page 17 of His Bet To Take

“And you know how much I hate it when the world can’t hear you scream my name.”

I push one finger inside her tight, warm cunt, moaning my own desire when I feel hot wet she is. “How am I going to control myself knowing this pretty pussy is all mine and I can’t fuck it when I want?”

“You can fuck me whenever you want. You know that.” She arches her back, her breasts threatening to spill out of her dress.

My thumb presses against her clit every time I push inside. “It won’t be the same, Sweet Mae.” I bend down, nibbling the shell of her ear. “And it tempts me to fucking take you anyway, anywhere I want just like before, and if they see, then that’s their burden to bear. That’s what they fucking get for thinking they could just come home whenever they want without repercussions.”

“Ian.” She grips my wrist, moaning. “They are always welcome back home.”

I slip a third finger in, bunching her dress to her stomach so I can see myself claim my wife. “They are but they better not get in my way when it comes to fucking you.” I bury my fingers to my knuckles, curling over her to steal her lips.

My cock is aching. Every pulse of my heart causes my dick to throb in agony because I need her so fucking much.

My want, my lust, my goddamn body becomes desperate to be closer. Our tongues duel, our lips tangling in a kiss, and we are forced to breathe the same air if we want to stay alive. We kiss madly, deeply, and violently.

Mae bites my lip while clawing at my blazer, trying to yank it from my shoulders. I don’t want to pull away, but I do to throw the damn jacket off, and then I’m on her again, kissing her as if it is the only way I’ll stay alive.

I thrust my fingers inside her, igniting a precious whimper from her body. My hands have a mind of their own. I yank the left side of her dress down, her breast spilling free, and I don’t waste any time breaking the kiss to suck her nipple into my mouth. I nibble the tight bead, flicking my tongue over the tip, lavishing it.

I remember the times when she used to breastfeed and I would lap her milk up, wanting the part of herself that she gave our children.

Growling, I reach down and unbuckle my belt, flick the button, and yank down the zipper. Freeing myself, I pull her down to the edge of the table, yank my fingers free, and drive my cock inside her.

“Ian!” she cries in the dining room, my name reverberating for the millionth time off the walls.

And it never gets old.

“Fuck, how is it that you feel better every damn time I’m inside you?” I lift off her, tweaking her freed nipple while I pound into her wet cunt.

With every hard thrust, she slides on the table. I pull her to me, lifting her legs onto my shoulder and hooking my arm around her thighs to keep her locked against me.

“How am I supposed to fuck you like this?” My hand flies to her throat like it always does, gripping her neck with a firm squeeze. “Tell me. How am I supposed to fuck my wife how I want, when I want, where I want when our kids are home? How can I make this pussy drip onto the dining room table, so I have something sweet to feast on when I’m done filling you with come?”

Her hands slap onto the table, her fingernails digging into the wood to try to gain some leverage. I’m rough, slamming into her with every ounce of strength I have.

I’m unforgiving when it comes to showing Mae how much I want her.

Her cries turn to screams as her orgasm gets closer to the surface.

“Look at me.”

She doesn’t listen. Her eyes remain squeezed shut as her pleasure builds.

I grip her chin, forcing her to turn her head. “I said look at me!”

Her eyes snap open at last, revealing glazed-over light green irises.

“Good girl. Now answer me.”

“I don’t know! I don’t know.” Her mouth parts and those pretty eyes close again.

“Look at me when you come. I want to see how good I make you feel. Eyes on me, Sweet Mae.”

She listens beautifully, locking her gaze with mine. I turn my head, kissing her ankle, groaning with every moment I fill her.

“We heard screaming! Is everything okay— oh my god!”

I look up to see Lennox spinning around and running away.