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    I suggested that he thought of another woman as I touched him, right? It was I who said it. So tell me, why on God’s green earth do I feel like shit?

    Perhaps it hurts my womanly pride that I couldn’t get him hard, but he gets hard from the thought of another

    Woman.

    I hated her already. Was she going to be mypetition?

    “Is that what you’re doing?” I asked. “Thinking of her? That’s what got you so hard?”

    “Isn’t that what you suggested, Bedonna?” he shot back, his voice strained.

    I squeezed his dick and he moaned. I went weak in the knees, and I no longer cared if he was thinking about another woman. Why did he have to be so sexy? Even his moans were sexy. Oh! And he called me Bedonna with that strained voice that was begging for pleasure.

    Why should I care about some other woman when it was my touch that was making him like that?

    I massaged his dick from his pants and he gave me another sweet reaction–he shuddered.

    “That’s it,” I panted, leaning in, and since I couldn’t reach his ear, I just licked his neck. He tasted like sweat and something so manly, so sexy that it almost made me primal. “That’s it, Kade. Give me all those sweet reactions.”

    In case you haven’t caught on by now, I was a very sexual person. I’ve always wanted more, more touch, more heat. My therapist would call it high libido, would mutter something clinical and sterile, as though a hunger like mine could ever be dissected on paper.

    I pressed my palm on his dick, rubbing it, and he groaned, leaning down and resting his head on my shoulder for support, his warm breath on my bare skin making me shiver.

    My therapist couldn’t understand what it feels like to have your veins hum with want, to ache for a man with every nce, every idental brush of skin.

    “Kade,” I whispered, pressing my legs together. “Kade, are you thinking of her right now?”

    “Yes,” he wanted quickly, and I squeezed his dick hard, my teeth gritting.

    He moaned loudly, and just like my anger was gone. This was a mess. I fucking loved it.

    Some women are satisfied with scraps of affection. Not Bedonna. My body doesn’t beg, it demands. It doesn’t whisper, it screams. And right now, it was screaming for him. For my husband–to–be who was thinking of another woman while my hands were on him.

    pants had

    grown

    “That’s okay,” I whispered, releasing my grip on his dick and stroking softly. A spot in his damp from all the precum I knew he was leaking. “It’s okay. Think of her all you want.” I was the one touching him anyway. The one he was leaning on.

    My body screams for his cold eyes and untouchable walls. Walls I was going to climb. tear them down, and bset /b

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    them on fire just to see if he could take me–not all men could.

    And God help me if he couldn’t.

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    “You….” he breathed, but he was having problems speaking because I was now cupping his balls with my other hand while still stroking his cock.

    “Me what, marito?” I pressed.

    “Do you really want me to think of her or do you want me to think of you?”

    I didn’t stop touching him even though I was caught off guard by that question. “Why ask when you know the

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    He scoffed, but it sounded strained. “You’re… more interesting than you seem, Bedonna”

    I ripped my hands away from dick, my chest heaving. “I want to suck your dick, Kade.”

    He was silent for a beat too long. “Go on, but I won’t reciprocate.”

    I was already dropping to my knees. “You will.” I took off his belt. “But not today.” I unzipped his pants, dragging them down. “Today I’m going to go back to my hotel room with this wetness between my legs.” I leaned down, pressing my face into his dick, the fabric of his boxer briefs the only thing keeping me from rubbing my face on his bare dick, but that was going toe off soon. “I’m going to leave with my nipples hard.” I licked him from his briefs and he groaned low in his throat. “And with my head cloudily, I’m going to fuck myself. Do you want to know how I’ll do it, Kade?”

    I sucked his balls into my mouth, his groans and pants driving me crazy.

    “I asked a question, husband.”

    “Yes,” he answered in a breath. “Yes, I want to know.”

    That made me smile. I finally dragged his boxer briefs down, and I wanted so badly to see his dick, but it was already dark and we were far from the only light in this vast garden. But no matter, I was going to see his dick one day.

    “I’m going to start by humping the pillow,” I answered as I pressed my face to his bare skin, inhaling deeply. I couldn’t make out his scent, but I knew I liked it. I liked it very, very much. “I’m going to fuck myself on the pillow, moving my hips back and forth and soaking the pillow with my wetness. I’m going to hold my breasts as I do so, pinching my nipples.”

    “Fuck,” he groaned, fisting my hair and I screamed “Yes!” in

    my head.

    I dragged my tongue in anguid line along the underside of his cock, slow and deliberate, tasting the heat of him as he shuddered, his grip tightening on my hair. I could feel a vein pulsing on my tongue as I did that. That almost made me climax without even touching myself.

    “And then after I’vee from fucking myself on the pillow,” I continued, kissing his balls, “I’m going to move to the showers where I will continue with my fingers, thrusting three at the same time inside me. I didn’t bring any of my toys, you see, so I’m going to make sure I can satisfy myself with just my fingers. I’m

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    going to fuck myself while imagining the wildest of things, with you as my muse.”

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    I sucked his balls hard like my life depended on it. His knees trembled, a strangled moan tearing through his throat.

    “You’re wild,” he managed.

    I removed his balls from my mouth, looking up at him with a filthy smile even though he couldn’t see me.

    “You have no idea, husband.”

    I grabbed his dick, swallowing it whole.