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for you.”
“That’s what you say, but I know for a fact that you know the touch of at least one of those men. Not to mention…” Henry snorted, good-naturedly. “Hearing that spectacle earlier…”
“I could’ve anticipated that.” Monica knew how Ethan Cole worked, in more ways than one. She briefly thought back to her relationship with him, many years ago. They were better in the bedroom than out of it as a couple. Partly because Ethan’s brand of dominance was asserting himself all over the place, and Monica enjoyed that for a while. I much prefer Henry’s brand, though. Cool, confident, nonplussed… even if another alpha man was dragging his girlfriend into another room to fuck her brains out as loudly as possible.
The whole house had heard Jasmine screaming. Monica would have been jealous, except she was still placated from earlier.
“You’re trying to tell me that it didn’t even get you the littlest bit worked up?”
“Why, Henry?’ Monica lifted her hips, guiding her thighs toward his. “Did you get worked up again hearing that?” Once again, it was not unusual for Henry to go many times in one night. But even Monica was surprised that he still wanted to get out the chains that night. Someone was… inspired. “Or were you thinking about him fucking me like that?” She smiled, unleashing the devil from within. “Because he has.”
“Now, my princess…” Henry’s voice was laced with warning. “No need to be so ornery. You’ve already won me. I still want you.”
Monica’s smile widened. “You want me even more now.”
“I’m not that kind of man.”
“Yes you are. Every man is that kind of man.”
Henry grinned back at her. “I think you want every man you’re with to be that man.”
“Perhaps. Can you be that kind of man for me, Henry?”
“For you, my dear, I’ll be any man you want and then some.”
The smile on Monica’s face could have torn her apart. “Prove it.”
She wasn’t sure what she had asked for, exactly, but she was pretty sure she was going to appreciate it.
“Now, now.” Henry pulled Monica closer to him, his hardening erection bumping against her skin. Through his pants, of course. Henry wasn’t the type to get naked in fewer than five seconds. He liked to… draw things out. Another thing Monica greatly appreciated. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, sweetheart. Especially after you’ve been fantasizing about other men. And right before Christmas? I think you want to break my heart. Instead…” Henry reached into Monica’s purse, perched on the far side of the bed. What goodies are you going for, dear? “I’ll break your body.”
Monica felt low vibrations against her thigh. Uh oh.
When the tiny vibrator struck her clit, she nearly bolted away from Henry and fell over the side of the bed.
“Ah!” The pulsations were intense, and she knew that was on the lowest setting. Yet it rubbed against her, sending wave after wave of vibration through her body – well, mostly her center. Monica involuntarily released her arousal all over her skin, much to Henry’s amusement.
“The one thing I’ve gathered from you in the time we have known each other, Monica,” Henry said, trailing the vibrator up his fiancée’s abdomen and to the base of one of her breasts, “is that you’re very, very easy to arouse. All it takes is the promise of aggressive sex, and you’re like a rocket ready to pop off.” To prove his point, Henry rested the tiny vibe on top of Monica’s breast, letting it stimulate her already sensitive nipple until she moaned, legs shaking, arms jerking in their chains. “No wonder you let your mind stray to other men.”
I don’t… Shit, she had almost forgotten what they were doing.
“Do you confess?” Henry moved the vibrator to Monica’s other nipple. “Or do I need to torture you some more?”
She glanced at the state of her body, seeing two peaked nipples that begged to have Henry suck them. He
“That’s what you say, but I know for a fact that you know the touch of at least one of those men. Not to mention…” Henry snorted, good-naturedly. “Hearing that spectacle earlier…”
“I could’ve anticipated that.” Monica knew how Ethan Cole worked, in more ways than one. She briefly thought back to her relationship with him, many years ago. They were better in the bedroom than out of it as a couple. Partly because Ethan’s brand of dominance was asserting himself all over the place, and Monica enjoyed that for a while. I much prefer Henry’s brand, though. Cool, confident, nonplussed… even if another alpha man was dragging his girlfriend into another room to fuck her brains out as loudly as possible.
The whole house had heard Jasmine screaming. Monica would have been jealous, except she was still placated from earlier.
“You’re trying to tell me that it didn’t even get you the littlest bit worked up?”
“Why, Henry?’ Monica lifted her hips, guiding her thighs toward his. “Did you get worked up again hearing that?” Once again, it was not unusual for Henry to go many times in one night. But even Monica was surprised that he still wanted to get out the chains that night. Someone was… inspired. “Or were you thinking about him fucking me like that?” She smiled, unleashing the devil from within. “Because he has.”
“Now, my princess…” Henry’s voice was laced with warning. “No need to be so ornery. You’ve already won me. I still want you.”
Monica’s smile widened. “You want me even more now.”
“I’m not that kind of man.”
“Yes you are. Every man is that kind of man.”
Henry grinned back at her. “I think you want every man you’re with to be that man.”
“Perhaps. Can you be that kind of man for me, Henry?”
“For you, my dear, I’ll be any man you want and then some.”
The smile on Monica’s face could have torn her apart. “Prove it.”
She wasn’t sure what she had asked for, exactly, but she was pretty sure she was going to appreciate it.
“Now, now.” Henry pulled Monica closer to him, his hardening erection bumping against her skin. Through his pants, of course. Henry wasn’t the type to get naked in fewer than five seconds. He liked to… draw things out. Another thing Monica greatly appreciated. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, sweetheart. Especially after you’ve been fantasizing about other men. And right before Christmas? I think you want to break my heart. Instead…” Henry reached into Monica’s purse, perched on the far side of the bed. What goodies are you going for, dear? “I’ll break your body.”
Monica felt low vibrations against her thigh. Uh oh.
When the tiny vibrator struck her clit, she nearly bolted away from Henry and fell over the side of the bed.
“Ah!” The pulsations were intense, and she knew that was on the lowest setting. Yet it rubbed against her, sending wave after wave of vibration through her body – well, mostly her center. Monica involuntarily released her arousal all over her skin, much to Henry’s amusement.
“The one thing I’ve gathered from you in the time we have known each other, Monica,” Henry said, trailing the vibrator up his fiancée’s abdomen and to the base of one of her breasts, “is that you’re very, very easy to arouse. All it takes is the promise of aggressive sex, and you’re like a rocket ready to pop off.” To prove his point, Henry rested the tiny vibe on top of Monica’s breast, letting it stimulate her already sensitive nipple until she moaned, legs shaking, arms jerking in their chains. “No wonder you let your mind stray to other men.”
I don’t… Shit, she had almost forgotten what they were doing.
“Do you confess?” Henry moved the vibrator to Monica’s other nipple. “Or do I need to torture you some more?”
She glanced at the state of her body, seeing two peaked nipples that begged to have Henry suck them. He
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