Page 29 of The Call She Made That He Never Answered
I used to think she overreacted and got annoyed at her distractions during sex. But now, seeing her face go cold, I realized things had shifted between us.
I'd neglected her too much lately.
Work was insane, the acquisition a half-year frenzy. Couldn't remember my last night at home or family dinner with her and Grandfather.
"I'm sleeping in the guest room."
Her chill hit me again. What the fuck did I do?
I handled problems the same way—work or love: fix it now.
"Ella." I yanked her down hard, fingers expertly working her swollen clit, reigniting the fire.
"You want me bad, don't you?"
"You bastard!" She whimpered, resistance crumbling. I plunged two fingers in, walls gripping hungrily, hips rocking to my rhythm. Fluids gushed—I knew her body inside out, how to make her come quickly. Her face: eyes shut, lips parted, lost in the pleasure I gave.
"Say my name, Ella."
I growled low, cockhead grinding her entrance, fingers thrusting hard.
"You bastard, Lucas, you bastard."
Moans grew louder, body shaking. I added a third finger, sped up. She clutched the sheets, knuckles white. I felt her edge near. As breaths quickened, I stopped, pulling out.
Her eyes flew open, wide with desperation. "Lucas, no, please, don't stop!" Voice raw, teary, hooking straight to my dick.
I grinned, watching her hips twist.
"Baby, want more? Beg louder."
Cheeks burned, but need won. She grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand back.
"Please, Lucas. I need it. I need you..." Her craving was intoxicating.
I laughed, fingers back on her clit, rubbing faster, harder.
"That's my wife," desire thick in my voice.
"Look at you, so greedy. Ella, show me how you lose it for me."
Moans turned to cries. I ramped up; her orgasm hit fierce, thighs clamping my hand, body arching, nails digging my arm. I kept going, drawing out waves until she slumped, head lolling on the pillow.
Ignoring her throaty protests, I flipped her over, lifting her ass.
"Kneel, baby," I ordered, voice hoarse with want.
"What are you doing?" Scared words, but she obeyed, ass up high, trembling yet eager, offering herself. Perfect, round, soft—I smacked it hard. She gasped, but wiggled, begging silently for more.
"Fuck, you're hot like this," I said, aligning my cock, slamming in from behind. So deep. I groaned, hands gripping her ass, pounding away. I spanked her again, hard, watching skin redden under my palm.
"You... like this angle?" Her voice broke with each thrust, head pressed to the mattress.
"Yeah, I love fucking you from behind."
I hammered fast and rough, each thrust with a slap on her ass. Moans built desperately; I felt her second peak coming. I leaned in, teeth nipping her neck, just enough to make her gasp.
"Come for me again, Ella," I growled. "Let me feel it."
