“Actually, if everyone could head upstairs, I will answer all your questions,” I answered quickly, ushering the way to the second floor.
She hmphed and continued her questioning. “I just wanted to —”
“Upstairs! Everyone upstairs!” They all looked at me surprised at my insistence and quickly moved upstairs as Rhys approached me from behind, sliding my skirt up inch by inch as I watched the last of them ascend the steps.
“Rhys,” I snapped as I whirled on him. He picked me up, quickly wrapping my legs around him, his engorged cock pulsing against my wet center and walked me toward the wall. As soon as my back hit the hard surface, he cupped my breast roughly and all my words fell away.
“Tell me you need it,” he grunted, releasing his cock from his pants and sliding his thickness along my wet center, making it impossible for me to catch my breath. He pinned my arms above my head and commanded my attention, sliding himself back and forth against my soaked clit. I heard the shuffle of the people above us and quickly tried to free myself from his grip.
“Rhys, not right here,” I pleaded as I glanced behind me at the empty stairwell.
“Right here, right now,” he answered as he pushed inside me completely in one thrust and I moaned involuntarily. His face strained as he said, “Perfect.”
“Oh God, Rhys, please.” My protest diminished and turned into a plea at the feel of him.
“Tell”—thrust—“me”—thrust—“you”—thrust—“need”—thrust, thrust, thrust—“my”—thrust—“cock”—thrust—“Violet.”
I gripped his hips with my thighs in answer and clinched my sex tightly, watching the heat in his eyes amplify at the feel of me. I leaned in and bit his bottom lip hard as he punished me, my blouse catching on the snags of the hard surface of the wall. Letting go of my arms, he pumped into me hard and fast, my back resting on the wall as he pulled our bodies away slightly so we were joined at an angle and I could feel every hard inch of him.
“If you won’t tell me, Violet, your body will. It always does. Do you feel how well we fit?” He lifted my shirt, sliding his thumb over my nipple then pinching hard as he drove into me, gripping my hip with his other hand and squeezing hard. “Do you feel how much I want you? Answer me,” he demanded.
“Yes, Rhys. Oh, God, I—” I lost the ability to breathe as he thrust in harder, slamming my back against the wall.
“Don’t ever try to deny me; it’s pointless,” he bit out as I tilted my head back. I bit my bottom lip in an attempt to stifle my moan. “Eyes on mine as I fuck my pretty pussy,” he ordered, his hands on my hips digging in deeper, grinding his thickness into me. Our connection grew more intense as we watched our reaction to each other, mouths parted, our need undeniable. His eyes told me what his body reiterated with each movement, and what I knew without a doubt: I belonged to him.
“Fuck me,” I urged as I reveled in the feel of him moving my hips hard and fast in perfect rhythm.
“Mrs. Volz?” I heard the call from above. It was that same damned woman. “Mrs. Volz?”
Rhys sped up and gripped my throat hard as I clinched around him. I bu
rst, taking quick breaths as he fed on my reaction. “I’m coming!” I gasped out in reply to her as he worked me, his hunger washing over me. He licked my nipple then trailed lower to bite the swell of my breast as he continued to rip into me relentlessly. When I felt him thickening in anticipation of his release, he let my legs down and pushed me to my knees. I looked up at him just as his thick, coated tip brushed my lips. “Rhys, I need your cock.” I took his orgasm as he stroked my face tenderly. When I had taken all of it, he pulled me from my knees and swatted me playfully on the butt. “Way to be the good little wife,” he teased.
I raised a brow at his smug smile. “I’ll let you get away with that once,” I said, turning toward the stairs. “And, Rhys, please go pick up our sons. Apparently, I have to work later than expected.”
I turned back to smile at him as he watched me climb up the stairs. His grin was unmistakable as he whispered, “I love you,” our thoughts the same.
This was happy.
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I would like to thank my sexy stalkers Stacy Hahn, Anne Morillo , Cindy Gordanier, Lina Linalove, Jessica Berthelot, Jessica Call, Julie Kerchkof, Daisy Zorman, Suzie Motlz Wilson, Heather Orgeron, Nadine Rowe, Janette Marooquin, Kina CoachBag Mar. Ladies, thank you so much for your amazing support and endless pimping. I love you!
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