Loving Lily(14)

“Oh, yeah? Hotness brigade, huh?” He cackled before taking one of the goose down feather pillows and chucking it at my head, making me gasp in shock.

“You!” I screeched, getting on my knees as I returned the favor, hitting him as fiercely as my strength could before laughing incredibly hard because one of the feathers came out of the pillow and decided to sit on the tip of his nose. “Awww, now that’s really adorable.”

“Come here, woman!” he commanded as I tried to get away from him; however, he was too quick as he grabbed my ankles and pulled me, sliding my body in quick swiftness towards him, eyeing me like I was the best thing since chocolates. “Trying to escape my punishment, aren’t we, Mrs. Tatum?” His eyes danced at me.

“Can you blame me?” It was hard to even hide my smile from him. I had never felt such happiness and love for one person. It was terrifying. I felt vulnerable that one man held such power over me, yet at the same time, I would die if I dared stopped this overwhelming flow of love I had for him. Do or die, I was his.

“Hmmm …” he murmured, his eyes wild when he got a thorough view of my small see-through mesh baby doll outfit. “Surprise, surprise. This is a nice present I look forward to unwrapping.”

Heck, knowing he had dinner with Katie, I had known I better come out with something to veer his mind off other women. It was stupid and moronic on my part to even think that way, but could any woman blame me? If they were in the same situation, they would very well do everything in their power to remind their husbands who they were married to. We all knew that, the moment they started checking out other women, the marriage was doomed. I was aware we’d had a rough start; still, even after what he and I had gone through, I wouldn’t take any chances.

“What are you waiting for, Drake?” I said. “I’m yours to be devoured.”

“I normally want to devour you, but tonight, I just want to appreciate you.” His fingers traced the outline of my hardened nipples, teasing. “Show me the world, Lil,” he rasped out as he lowered himself to bite onto my nipple, making me arch my breasts for more of his torture. “I’m going to rock your fucking world.” He wasn’t the kind of man to mince his words, and I liked that very much about him.

“I dare you to.”

He snickered, loving the spitfire side of me. “Is that a challenge I hear?” He darkly chuckled before he sexily started licking the bottom of his lip then gradually got off the bed, standing before me like a fucking beast ready to eat me alive. Stretching his neck from side to side, he gave me a hungry look before raised his brow at me. “Well then, let’s not keep you waiting, shall we, Mrs. Tatum?”

After he shot out the last word, I was instantly flipped onto my stomach then dragged me by my ankle until the insides of my thighs hit against the sides of his legs before pushing my slip up so he could peruse my bottom half.

“I love it when you sleep without a scrap of hindrance on you, Lil. It fucking gets my cock rock hard and going. But that’s what you’re trying to accomplish, isn’t it, wife?”

I let out a strangled moan from the mere feathered touch of his exploring hands spreading my ass cheeks apart.

“Geez, Lil,” he groaned when his thumb penetrated halfway through my wet channel before taking it out. “How is it possible that you’re already coming?” he threw out harshly at me before gradually levering my body to slightly arch up by using both of his hands resting on my back while half of my body was still securely wrapped around his legs. “Look at how much you’re creamin’, babe?” He brought his thumb around to my face so I could see the evidence of my arousal. True enough, there was a faint trace of white amidst the slick clear wetness that soaked his thumb. “Are you this excited for me or for my cock?”

That was a tricky question.

“Both?”

“That worries me,” he grumbled while pressing his cock against the crack of my ass. He gripped my hands harder so my body rubbed against his shaft. “You know why that worries me, dear wife?”

I shook my head, having no clue as to what he was saying. I was dying from the friction he was giving my body.

“Can’t talk, can you?” he pressed on, killing me softly. “You see, as much as I love the fact that you never ever say no to me, it makes me wonder if you’re in this just because I fuck you so well, and I mean, I really fucking do you so well. I worry that you love what I can do to your cunt more than you care about how much I love you. Do you get where I’m going here, wife?”