fine.”
My chest tightens with anger. She can have an attitude about him all she wants. But there are boundaries when it comes to us. I won’t allow her to demean our relationship. “Bend over the table.” I grit the words out between my teeth. I don’t even think twice about it.
She merely blinks at me, shocked. She should have known better.
“Now, Jules.” My voice comes out hard and I almost take it back. But this is the man I am and this is what she’s going to get. There’s a war brewing between us, causing the air to suffocate me. I need Jules for the woman she truly is, not this version that the memory of her husband brought back.
She holds my gaze for a moment and my pulse flickers, thinking I’m going to lose her, but she caves before I even blink, submitting just like she wants to. Good girl.
She presses her hips against the table, slowly leaning down to lay her upper body against the tabletop. That’s the beauty of our relationship—she wants to give in. She desperately wants to trust someone and not be hurt.
“Lift up your dress.”
I hear her breathing pick up. “Mason—” she starts to say.
“No, no talking. No excuses.” I palm my dick but I have no intention of fucking her. This is all about pleasing her and showing her what she means to me. Showing her what I can give her. “Lift up your dress and show me your pussy.” I crouch down behind her as she slowly pulls the cotton fabric up her thighs and exposes her black panties.
My fingers trail up her thighs slowly to her ass, then up to the small of her back, pressing her down flat. I carefully push the panties out of my way, taking a languid lick of her pussy. My tongue brushes along the lacy material and I almost rip them as I pull them farther away, but decide to use my fingers for a better use.
I play at her clit first, gently running my nail across the swollen nub and then back to her entrance. Goosebumps travel along her body. It doesn’t take long before she’s glistening for me, her wet folds begging for my attention.
She hums as she relaxes on the table. It’s going to be a slow build for her. I don’t care about our dinner reservations. She’ll have to deal with being late.
I slide my middle finger deep inside her as I stand up behind her, keeping my other hand on her hip. Her eyes are closed as I fuck my finger in and out of her, loosening her up and testing her readiness. Remembering my anger I pick up my pace and slip another finger into her.
“Come on, Jules,” I say and kiss the back of her neck. “Tell me again how I don’t care.” A strangled cry leaves her as I press against her clit and she whimpers an apology, still struggling to get away from the intense pleasure.
I push three fingers deep inside of her tight pussy, stroking against her front wall right where that sensitive bundle of nerves is and I don’t let up as she moans. Her body writhes in an attempt to get away, pulling at the tablecloth and kicking one leg out, but I’ve got her pinned down to the table with my hip. One hand continues to rub her hard nub ruthlessly, while the other is inside of her dripping wet cunt.
“I would never cheat on you.” And then I tell her, “I’d never take advantage of you.” She has no idea how true those words are.
“Mason.” She cries out my name as she tightens around my fingers. My. Name. I want her to come undone screaming my name. To find her release with what I do to her all because she let me. All she has to do is give in to me.
“Tell me you understand, Jules.” I’m not letting her get off until I hear her say it. I swear to God I’ll stop it all if she doesn’t give me that.
I may be holding back the truth, but I’m not lying.
“Yes,” she moans out as she thrashes her head.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Mason.”
I smile into her hair, slowing my pace and making her whimper as she desperately rocks her pussy into my hand.
“Yes, Mason what?”
My heart thrums in my chest, but I need to hear her say it. I don’t want that shit with her husband having anything to do with what