Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

inside of my upper lip.
My dick jerks at her sultry tone, so far removed from the tentative virgin I
practically maimed weeks ago. I don’t know what’s changed, if maybe she
lied about not being with anyone else, but as I knot my fist in the hair at the
base of her neck, forcing her back to bow and present her perky tits, I realize
I don’t fucking care.
At this particular moment in time, she could tell me she’d made her way
through the entire city of Boston, and I’d still have this need to sink inside of
her.
To make her forget there was ever anyone else before me.
Pulling back, I look into her wide eyes, hazy with lust. “Once we do
this…”
She scrapes the back of my neck with her nails, sending a jolt of whitehot
electricity down my spine, right to my balls. “Once we do this?”
“I’m not going to be able to stop.”
“Who’s asking you to?”
Wrapping my lips around her nipple, I suck on the puckered peak,
dropping my free hand to the top of her thigh. I skim beneath the edge of her
shorts, searching for my brand in her skin, moaning around her the second I
come into contact with the mark.
A whimper escapes the corner of her lips as I sweep over the scar,
traveling farther up her leg. Yanking the material of her shorts to one side, I
brush my knuckles over her sopping core, cursing under my breath when I
meet unbidden flesh.
“I haven’t worn panties since we got here,” she hisses, cutting off on a
moan as I circle her clit with my thumb, pressing until she bucks into the
motion.
“No?” I ask, raising up to capture her mouth once again, taking charge as
her muscles become more pliant. “Has my slutty little wife been walking
around every day, hoping to get fucked?”
“God, yes—”
A harsh, insistent knock raps at the front door, echoing down the hall just
as I shove a finger into her warm, deliciously wet pussy. Her hands fall from
my neck, clawing at my biceps, alarm flooding her features even as her inner
walls spasm around me.
I freeze, stroking forward slightly, listening for my housekeeper’s
footsteps.