Page 12 of Twisted Devotion
?*I grab his hand and start dragging him to our room. “Let’s go shower the airport off of us.” He kicks his foot back, shutting the front door—we’ll lock it later.
By the time we make it to the en suite, our clothes are haphazardly thrown on the bedroom floor, the water in the shower is warming up, and Bo is gripping my ass like this is the last time he’ll ever be able to.
Bo’s need for me, his urgency, never gets old.
Even after having our daughter all those years ago, my body changing and aging—plus the hormonal changes—he’s still just as obsessed as ever. And I feel equally as greedy for him, wanting more. Why would I ever be dumb enough to bring another person into our marriage when we’re nothing but happy andhealthy the way we are? Twenty years, a house, a kid, jobs we’re both successful in—but here I am… wantingmore.
“What’s going through that pretty head of yours, Darlin’?”
His lips trace down my neck, causing my head to fall back on my shoulders. “A lot…”
He sucks the spot between my shoulder and neck between his lips, and asks, “A lot of what?”
We step through the open door, of our oversized glass-walled shower, letting the hot water pelt our bodies. This shower was my only big request when we remodeled our house, and Bo did an amazing job installing it himself.
“Well, is it something I can help with?” Bo reaches over and turns on the waterfall shower head that’s positioned directly over the built-in tile seat in the corner, before he sits down and pats his thighs for me.
I mule over his question as I move to stand in front of him… is this something he can help with?
Truly, I don’t know.
Part of me wants to keep it to myself so he doesn’t feel pressured to bring someone into our marriage, but another part wants to see if it would actually work.
But what if it tears us apart?
My eyes rake over the hard lines of his glistening body, and a moan almost escapes me, but I manage to hold it together. His cock is already rock hard against his stomach, so I don’t hesitate to straddle his lap.
I give in to my urges by grinding up and down his length, using him to take my mind off our Dominatrix from Sin’s. She has no business being in my thoughts; I don’t even know her fucking name or what her face looks like for fuck’s sake.
Of course she’s not going to be our third.
That was her job, and she was doing it damn well.
I’m certain she falls asleep with clients after a couple of great orgasms all the time.
Bo’s hand grips the back of my neck as his lips meet mine, engulfing me in him. My back arches when I feel his hand snaking down and brushing my labia.
What am I, a cat in heat?
“Fuck me, Bo. I need you in me.”
His hand grips his cock, and I watch as he slides his swollen head through my folds. We both groan at the sight.
“I love you, Audrey.”
“I love you too, Boden.”
And like it’s what he was waiting to hear, his head breaches my hole. He holds the bottom of my ass, allowing me to stretch around him as he helps me move up and down his length. My knees dig into the tile, and I do nothing but welcome the pain.
The doorbell rings, causing me to jump. “Fuck! We didn’t lock the door!”
He brushes a wet strand of hair out of my face. “Shh, don’t worry, it’s our food. I ordered sushi on the way here, so we didn’t have to cook tonight after the long day of travel.”
And this is why this man gets my pussy thrown on him at all times.
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