Page 80 of The Merger
I growled. Of course I didn’t want her to see me as an asshole, but I wasn’t nice either. None of what I wanted to do to her fit in that category.
I pulled my fingers out of her and lifted her by her thighs. I pressed her against the tiles. I kept one hand under her thigh to keep her lifted. The other went around her throat. Once she was pinned against the wall I had a free hand to guide my cock through her folds and tap it against her clit.
She tried to move herself down over my cock, and I applied pressure to her throat. “You’re not in charge here.”
She stopped trying to top from the bottom and submitted to me. “Good girl,” I praised her and thrust hard into her hot cunt.
Images from the crash flitted through my mind. I drove into her with abandon trying to chase the images away. The tingling in my balls, electricity coursing down my spine, and racing of my heart were all reminders I was still alive.
With the little brain power I had left I panted in her ear, “I love you.” She needed to hear it before I completely transformed into an animal with the single-minded drive to fuck her unconscious.
“I love you too,” she replied without hesitation.
“But right now, I need to use you. I want to fuck you with no thought other than how good your pussy feels squeezing my cock. I want to remind us both that we’re still alive.”
Her inner walls fluttered in response to my words. “How is this supposed to do that?”
“Because nothing feels more like living than coming inside of you.” Her pulse hammered under my fingers where my hand was around her throat.
“Please,” she begged.
If she demanded I stop, I would. I’d have to switch the water to glacial, but I’d do what she asked. “What do you want me to do, Sunshine?”
“Fuck me,” she panted. “Use me. The only thing I want you to think about is how good I feel to you.”
My control was fraying. “Do you know what you’re asking me? I love you, you’re my wife, but right now I want you to be my slut. I’ve tried to fight this, and treat you like you deserve, but I want you available for my pleasure any time I want, in any way I want. Are you ready to give me that kind of power?”
She trembled in my arms. “Yes, whatever you want, just fuck me.”
I needed to make sure. “You want me to order you on your knees? To demand you swallow my cock whenever the mood strikes me? You want me to lock the door to my office, bend you over my desk, rip off your panties, and pound my cock into your cunt because seeing you makes me hard?”
“Yes,” she panted. “I want to be your everything. Your business partner, best friend, wife, and even your slut. Every desire, every fantasy, all of it. Whatever you want, come to me.”
“You asked for it,” I growled.
That was all it took for my control to snap. I thrust up into her while simultaneously pulling her down on my dick. She felt like velvet sliding over me. I bottomed out inside of her and moved my hips until I found her g-spot and rubbed against it until she started to shake.
Through the fog clouding my brain I recognized the cries and moans slipping past her plump lips. Inside my head was a constant demand to take her harder. Bending my knees I used the extra leverage to drive my cock harder into her than I’d ever taken a woman.
The walls of her pussy clamped down on my dick hard enough to hold me deep inside of her. The pressure was too much and I shouted as I came. I held myself buried deep, letting her tight cunt drain every last drop of my release.
The water ran cool against my heated flesh. I reached behind me and shut off the water. I grabbed a couple of towels from the shelf and shook them out before wrapping one around her.
“You are amazing,” I said, then kissed her.
“Say it,” she demanded, reconnecting with her inner brat.
“I love you,” I replied automatically.
She shook her head. “Not that.”
I smiled, figuring out what she wanted to hear. “You are my good girl.” I kissed her. “My amazing wife.” Another kiss. “My perfect slut.”
She tucked her head down. “Thank you,” she whispered, meek once again.
“For what?” I asked, confused. I should be thanking her for giving me every fantasy I’ve ever had.
Slowly, she dragged her baby blues up to meet mine. “For opening my eyes to all the things I never knew I wanted.”