Page 98 of Married With Lies

Cale’s body is ripped, all muscle and impeccably defined. My fingers trace the random patterns of ink on his chest and arms. My heart aches when my exploration leads to the scar on his lower right abdomen where he was shot. Then I become mesmerized by the huge, barely restrained bulge in his shorts.

When I touch him, cupping the outline of his length in my palm, his deep groan of pleasure doubles my own desire. I want him so much the need is nearly painful.

Cale is also finished waiting. He kisses me again, this time with even more urgency. He lifts me up, sending my legs around his waist to hold on.

We kiss our way to the bed and he sits on the edge, holding me in his lap. He moves my hair aside and sucks at my neck. His hands move everywhere. When one hand goes between my legs and strokes outside my panties I lose the ability to think.

Every second of this feels so good, so right.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He sends me to my back. He peels my panties down and throws them aside. “You have no clue what you’ve been doing to me.”

Yes, I think I do. His lust is ready to split his boxers open. But I still want to hear about the details.

“Tell me about it,” I beg. “Please.”

He pauses and considers the request. Then he breaks into a devilish grin. “You want some dirty talk? Is that what you want?”

I nod my head.

Yes, I want dirty talk. I want a lot of dirty things to happen.

He nudges my legs open. Slowly, he moves his hand between my breasts, over my belly and then lower. He slips one finger inside me with ease. My moan of pleasure is automatic.

“That’s what I want to hear,” he says. “I’ve been wanting to wreck this sweet pussy since our wedding night.”

Cale moves his finger with maddening slowness. He watches my reaction, teasing another moan from my mouth.

“Since then I’ve had a lot of time to think about all the ways I’d love to fuck you, Sadie. Now I hope you’re ready for this because I’m not to type to go easy.”

“I’m ready,” I gasp as the climax starts to build. I’m clutching the bed comforter in my fists. I’m moving my hips in rhythm to gain more friction on his hand.

Cale’s eyes spark with triumph. “Now be a good girl and let me know how much you want my cock.”

“I do want you, Cale.”

He shakes his head with mock disapproval. “That’s not what I asked for.”

“What?” I’m writhing around now, desperate to finish and frustrated that he won’t cooperate.

He chuckles. “Look at you, trying like hell to ride my hand. I know you’re aching to come so don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. But first that sweet mouth of yours needs to practice how to say filthy words.”

Cale takes his hand away and kneels between my legs.

He waits.

I glare at him.

He smiles.

I push myself up on my elbows. “Cale, shut the hell up and use that huge cock of yours to fuck the sense out of me before I scream.”

That does it.

Within two seconds he sheds his boxers and pushes my knees far apart. I’m sure my eyes are wide when I get a first look at the size of him. He notices and palms the length with smug satisfaction.

Then his face grows serious and he lowers his body over mine.

He enters me slowly. Carefully.