Page 79 of The Warren Effect


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“You’re going too slow.”

Warren trailed his hands over her shoulders. She arched her back, encouraging him to put his hands on her. Warren ignored them and moved down her arms. Bringing her hands to his mouth, he kissed each one before placing them above her head.

“I thought my heart stopped when I looked through my scope today. I saw you trying to strangle a man twice your size with your belt,” he said quietly. His hands circled her breasts, caressing her soft skin. “I can count on one hand the number of times I have been truly afraid. Today topped them all. I wanted nothing more than to carry you away from there before I came back to beat every ounce of the fear I saw on your face out of that bastard.”

“Warren,” Rose teared up.

“When we leave here tomorrow, we are catching a plane to the island. I wasn’t joking about needing you naked for the next two weeks. Tell me yes.”

Warren continued down her body. He popped the button on her jeans and teased the zipper down.

“Don’t we need reservations for that?” Rose could barely hold up her end of the conversation with his hands caressing her body. Flames curled inside her, begging to be fanned into a fire he controlled with the tips of his fingers.

Her jeans hit the floor beside his. A deep rumble of appreciation rolled out of him as he took in the sight of his wife lying on the bed. She trembled in anticipation, yet she refused to beg. A grin crossed his face. He loved every stubborn inch of her.

“Are you going to watch me, or are you going to let me ride that?” Rose pointed to his hard length. Her mouth watered. She wanted to taste him.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned. “You are not sucking my cock tonight.”

“Don’t get any ideas,” she sassed. “Just because you say it doesn’t make it true.”

Warren smirked. There she was. He knelt on the bed, slowly pumping his cock, teasing her. “Beg me for it.”

Rose opened her mouth and snapped it closed. She refused to let him win. Maybe someday she would beg, but not today. Sliding her bandaged hands over her stomach, she wiggled out of her panties. She gave him a smirk of her own when she tossed them at him. The cotton hit him in the chest and fell to the mattress. Rose winked as she opened her legs.

“Petal, you touch that pussy, and I will forget all about that island and tie your ass to this bed for the next two weeks and make you eat Franny’s cooking.”

Rose paused. “If I have to eat it, so do you. I would much rather eat something else.”

“Woman, you try my control like nothing in this world can.”

Rose skimmed her hands up her stomach to her breasts. Cupping them, she watched her husband fight to keep his sanity.

Warren had enough. Gripping her wrists, he kissed the burned skin of her forearms before placing them back above her head. “You move those again, and I won’t let you come.” He put a pillow under her head and dropped a gentle kiss beside each of her bruises.

Rose tried to reply with her own threat, but it ended in a gasp when he surged inside her. He didn’t stop until every inch was buried as far as he could get.

“I told you this pussy was mine, my precious Petal.”

Rose’s mind scattered. There were no words, only him commanding her body to follow his. His growly, lust-filled tone made her wetter.

“That’s it. Take it all. Squeeze my cock.”

Rose gasped when his tongue circled her nipple. She moaned his name when his teeth scraped her sensitive skin as he fucked her harder. She could feel every inch of him as his cock hit all the spots only he knew about. Her heart sang when his teeth sank into the curve of her breast. Tomorrow, her skin would be a map of where he had been. A smile of satisfaction crossed her face, and absolute bliss coursed through her body.

Warren couldn’t hold on. He needed her too much. She was squeezing the hell out of his cock, and she had the most beautiful smile on her face. Gripping her hips, he lifted her onto his lap. Thrusting harder, he found the spot that had her moans of pleasure echoing off the walls.

“Come on my cock, Petal.”

Warren circled her clit with his thumb, pressing just hard enough to make her tremble but not enough to send her over the edge.

“Warren,” Rose pleaded. She was so close. He was hitting that spot and teasing her clit. “Harder.”

“So pretty when you beg.” Thrusting harder, he gave her what she wanted.

Rose clung to him as her vision blurred and her body exploded. Waves of sensual bliss washed over her until her entire being tingled with pleasure.

There was nothing like watching his wife come. Warren let out a low hum. His hands stroked her thighs as he spread her wider. Her hot pussy surrounded him, and her wetness soaked his balls. He thrust into her as he gripped the inside of her thighs, spreading her open to his gaze. Her name fell from his lips when he let go, fucking his come into her as she rippled around him.

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