Worship Me (Men of Inked Book 7) by Chelle Bliss

Author:Chelle Bliss [Bliss, Chelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-08T18:30:00+00:00

James

I stared down at my wife as she lay under me with her hair spread across the pillow and her lips bee-stung and swollen. Caging her in with my arms and filling the space between her legs, I thrust into her repeatedly until she moaned my name and dug her fingernails into my shoulders.

This wasn’t about controlling her or using any of my voodoo mind-magic, as she’d called it before. This was about her getting lost in us and forgetting everything else going on outside our bedroom.

“You like that, baby?” I asked. “You love my cock?”

“It’s all right,” she said and giggled softly.

That smartass comment was rewarded with a quick jab of my dick as deep as I could push it. Far enough that it stole her breath and her fingernails almost punctured the surface of my skin.

“I love your cock. I love your cock,” she cried out.

I leaned forward, nipping at her neck where it met her shoulder. The very place I knew caused her to shudder. “Good girl.”

She needed this as much as I wanted it. I was pounding into her, so close I could almost taste it, when the doorbell rang.

“Don’t stop.” She hooked her ankles around my ass, holding me closer to her body and not letting me escape.

I kept going, ignoring the door.

The third time they rang the doorbell, Izzy slammed her hands against the mattress and sighed. “Go get it before the asshole wakes the kids.”

She unhooked her ankles from around my body before I climbed off the bed and pulled on a pair of sweat pants. The entire walk down the stairs, I adjusted myself and prayed that my hard-on would go down enough that I wouldn’t scare the shit out of whoever was on the other side of the door.

“Who is it?” I asked before I made it to the landing.

“Bebé. It’s us.”

Fuck. It was my parents. What the hell they were doing here at nine o’clock on Sunday night? Hearing my mother’s voice was all my body needed to right itself and for every ounce of horniness to evaporate into thin air.

I opened the door to their smiling faces, holding suitcases. “Mama, what are you doing here?”

Her eyes wandered over my bare chest. “Did we wake you?”

“Of course not. It’s early.” I grabbed their suitcases from their hands and stepped aside so they could enter.

Looked like we had houseguests who were planning on staying more than a night, judging by the size of their bags. We’d had a separate wing added to the house with a small in-law suite for when my parents came to visit. We’d thought it would be more often, but it had so far been only occasionally, especially around holidays when they came to stay a few days before returning to the safety of Miami.

“Come in. Come in.”

“I hope we didn’t interrupt anything,” Papi said as he walked inside and took off his hat before smoothing out his hair.

“No. We were just relaxing,” I lied and caught a glimpse of Izzy walking slowly down the stairs.

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