Willa was a firm believer in fulfilling her husband’s needs, especially if she benefited with the mind-numbing pleasure he gave her in return.
Lucky reached over to the nightstand. Willa turned her head to the side to see what he was reaching for, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw him pull a leather case out of the drawer. Once he untied the leather cord, flipping the pouch open, she watched as his finger played over the different assortment of knives, going for the least dangerous one in the pouch. It didn’t even look like a knife; it looked like a pearl-handled letter opener.
“Trust, trust, trust,” Willa murmured into the pillow.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing,” Willa muttered.
She felt the smooth, pearl handle trace a line down her back, glide over her butt cheek, and then she felt the handle rub against her clit. Gently, he rotated it against her clit until she was begging him to make love to her.
“What did you say? I can’t hear you,” he taunted.
“Lucky, please, I need you inside me.”
Lucky laid the letter opener back on the nightstand before placing his cock at her opening. At the same time he thrust his dick inside of her, the palm of his hand came down on her ass. Willa bit her fist to keep from screaming, not wanting Moon to hear if he was still in the other room.
She wanted Lucky to go faster, his movements so slow she felt every ridge on his cock. Unable to take it any longer, she thrust her ass back at him, only to have his hand smack her other ass cheek.
“I need you to go faster,” Willa mumbled.
“Then ask me nicely.”
“Please, please…”
His cock plunged to the hilt in one stroke then slid back out of her pussy. Then he began moving so fast his movements started to ignite her into a frenzy.
She rocked back and forth as he moved, driving him higher inside of her. If she slowed down, his hand would give another smack. Her skin began to get sensitive, so each time his stomach brushed her ass, it made her pussy clench on his cock.
It wasn’t long before her pussy began to spasm as her orgasm hit her in a rush. She wasn’t even aware she was screaming his name until he placed his lips at her ear.
“Siren, you’re calling me.” He buried his face in her neck as his own climax hit.
Willa collapsed on the bed with his weight on top of her. “Lucky?”
“Yes?”
“I can’t breathe. Is that normal?”
Lucky chuckled, rolling off her. His hand gently massaged her back, brushing her damp hair away from her face while he looked down at her, his smile widening.
“What’s so funny?”
His humor was beginning to mess with her confidence.
He rose up, leaned over her, and placed a gentle kiss on the curve of her ass. “Good girls do wear red.”
Chapter 35
“Is that a new dress you’re wearing?”
Willa twirled. The black dress that came to her knees was made out of a slinky material that made her feel sexy.
“Yes, do you like it? I’ve been waiting for it to go on sale forever. I got it for half off.” Willa stood still so her husband could get a good look.
“I like it.” He came up behind her, staring back at her in the mirror.
The black dress was simple. The most exciting thing about it was where the top of the dress crossed in the front, leaving a deep V. With her golden cross necklace, it gave the contradictory appearance of both saint and sinner. She was about to take sinner out of the equation.
Reaching into a drawer, she pulled out a black lace handkerchief, tucking it between her breasts.
“Siren, you just ruined it, but that’s okay since I won’t be going with you and the other women.” He stepped closer to her back, his hand touching her neck then sliding forward to the deep V.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” Willa asked.
“Go to Crazy Bitch’s graduation party? Hell no.”
“I won’t have anyone to dance with,” Willa complained.
“I’ll dance with you when you get home. If I danced in front of those women, I might not get out alive. I still have nightmares from Beth’s wedding reception.”
Willa laughed at his expression.
“It’s Friday night. Are you sure you want to leave me alone with the women?”
“I trust you.” Willa tucked the handkerchief in more securely.
“You’re a cruel, cruel woman. Are you wearing my new, red bra?” Lucky tried to snatch the handkerchief but Willa smacked his hand away, stepping quickly out of his reach.
“Technically, it’s my new, red bra, and yes, I’m wearing it … and the panties that match,” she teased.
“If I didn’t know Shade was going to be watching you …”
Willa narrowed her eyes in a mock threat.
“I would go,” he finished lamely.
“Shade is so sweet to drive us.”