together, making for a serious headache. “Pirate—”
Mouth pinched, one eye squinted, I cut off the pest. “Ye’re a wee scunner.”
“I am. I am a disgusted!” Mia dissolves into a fit of laughter.
Hand on one leg, I make exaggerated feeble movements. “Me, Captain Skinny Malinky Longlegs,” I say to a boisterous round of giggles while my knees find purchase on the carpet. After a few more minutes, we’ve prayed, and I head back to my room.
Inside, Chevelle isn’t crowding the middle of the bed, but her gorgeous round backside is. I slide beneath the sheets, pull my arm around her, but she feigns sleep. Her body melts better into mine when truly happy. Still, I pull my hen over to me anyway. I murmur into her ear, “Hen, I’d rather feck ye happy, but I’ll feck ye angry too.”
Chapter 19
Chevelle
Secretly, I pick fights with my husband. I analyze every variable to understand how my marriage is any different from my parents’ marriage. Dad made Momma so happy. I swear he had eyes just for her. The only time he touched her led to a warm embrace. His words were encouraging or uplifting. Following my thoughts of them earlier tonight, my brain is now picking us apart. When Leith climbs into bed and senses my anger, he won’t understand how it’s not directed at him.
While he’s in the dark about my cold emotions, I relish the firmness of his touch.
His breath skirts across my cheek. His lips are so close to my earlobe that my sex clenches when he speaks. “Hen, I’d rather feck ye happy, but I’ll feck ye angry too.”
I know that tone. The rawness of Leith’s voice, a menacing threat ribboned throughout, sends jabs of electricity along my throbbing walls. Licking my lips, I revel in the impending sanity. All I knew was happiness in my parents' love affair. But to see them fall so far, I’m just dysfunctional enough to beg for the opposite. Give me chaotic love, anarchy.
Stilling the desire in my voice, I retort, “Do your worst, Leith.”
“As ye wish.”
Turning around and regarding Leith isn’t required. My husband lifts me like a ragdoll. My face plants in the mattress, and his hand claws around my neck. While his lips are dropping kisses along my spine, the line between indulgence and agony blurs.
Kisses fall along the erogenous zone of my spine until I measure the oxygen in my lungs. I’m reminding myself to breathe just as it all depletes to nothingness.
“Arch, now!” Leith commands while his hand curls around the back of my neck. His teeth sink into my ass, and a scream launches from my throat. His hot, wet tongue drives a pulse between my slit. His other fingers slide over the globe of my ass, applying more pressure as I arch farther. His tongue seeks my swelling clit as he feasts on me from behind.
In a tone heavy from lust, Leith snarls, “Ye want me to feck this pussy with my tongue ‘til ye come, aye?”
Squirming and rolling my hips backward to meet his mouth, I shout, “Yes, ohhh, yessss!”
“I could make ye cum, but nae. Tonight, I’d rather make ye scream instead.” His tongue writhes around my sex.
“I’m sorry,” I moan, twirling my hips, offering him more of a feast.
“Too bad,” Leith hisses under his breath, removing his tongue from the swollen button of flesh he’d expertly controlled.
“Leith, please,” I beg, though the kink in me marvels in climbing to the highest precipice only to be denied to cum. Oh, but when he lets me! When Leith finally lets me cum, I’ll crash land on Venus.
Though a contradiction, I beg, “I need you, Leith.”
“Aye, ye do.” His tone is tender as his cock takes a languid journey around my wetness.
“So, nae kiss for me, aye?” His brooding voice causes me to rain down on his erection.
The hand that was clawing into my neck twines my hair around his fist. Upon gaining leverage, my slick valley becomes his cock’s speedway. The delicious percussion of his balls slapping against my clit sends a symphony of me singing his name, filling the air. “Ohhh, Leith, yesss, Leith, I love you!”
The length of him stretches me in deliberate, powerful strokes. My entire tune, demeanor, has changed. Hell, forget a cup half empty or half full. Mine is teeming, overflowing. Between my thighs is the land of milk and honey.
While I whimper a falsetto, goosebumps of arousal appear over my flesh as his heated hips slap against my ass.