Yours: A Forever After Novella Read Online Free
Author: Natasha Thomas
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“As much as I’m enjoying our little reunion, we’re not taking this any further until you talk, baby.”
Harleigh leans in to kiss me, but I manage to pull back just in time.
“What if I don’t want to talk? What if all I want to do is ride your cock until you fill me with all of that hot come you’ve been saving for me?”
Her filthy mouth has me panting and desperate to tear her clothes off and do just that, but I won’t. For the sake of our marriage, I’ll restrain myself and her if I have to. Now that idea actually has merit. Tying Harleigh up would kill two birds with one stone. First, she wouldn’t be able to run from me. And secondly, she would be stretched out ready for the taking, and fucking take I would.
Noticing the sexy little smirk of triumph on her face, I shake my head and dig my fingers into her hips.
“Nice try, Angel, but it’s not going to happen. Not right now, at least. Later, after we’re done talking, I’ll strip you naked and fuck you as many times and as hard as you want, but that’s later. Now spill it.”
“Jesus, I forgot how much of an asshole you can be sometimes,” she mumbles.
“And I forgot what a manipulative cocktease you are when it comes to getting what you want, so we’re even,” I fire back.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, I think,” she muses with a small grin tipping the corners of her mouth.
“As you should,” I smile back.
Sliding off me so that she’s sitting beside me instead, Harleigh curls her legs under her juicy ass and folds her arms over her chest. While I wish she’d stayed right where she was, it’s better this way. I can’t concentrate when Harleigh’s within arm’s reach, especially not when her pencil skirt is riding up to the top of her thighs, and the delicate lace of her pink panties is peeking out at me.
“Jesus,” my wife hisses, making me realize I’ve been staring at the apex of her thighs practically drooling for a full two minutes now. “Some things never change.”
“Fuck no,” I chuckle. “You’re still as fucking hot as ever, and your pussy looks and smells just as good, if not better.”
“Look,” she starts with a small shake of her head. “Other than the fact I was supposed to be at a meeting half an hour ago, I’ve got more work than hours in the day. Not to mention, Faye and Dante are relying on me to babysit tonight, so I suppose what I’m telling you is, that I don’t think this is the right time or place for us to sit down and have a chat. How about I meet you somewhere tomorrow and we can talk over lunch instead?”
You would think a stubborn, hardheaded woman such as Harleigh would recognize someone cut from the same cloth, and that’s without taking into account the history we share. But no. She seems to forget that I’m just as stubborn, more determined, and impatient as fuck. And that’s on a good day. Today is not one of those days.
Reaching out to grip her forearm when she goes to scoot off the edge of the bed, I tug Harleigh back into my side and hold her there. If she thinks she’s getting away from me that easy, she’s fucking dreaming. I’ve waited what feels like a thousand lifetimes to finally find out why everything between us fell apart, so I’m not giving up that easily.
“Stop,” I growl, bunching the heavy weight of her ponytail in my fist. “You’ve got to stop fucking running, baby. This,” I state, gesturing between us with my other hand, “what’s broken with us is getting fixed now. I don’t care how long it takes or if I have to tie you to the bed to coax it out of you by using my fingers, mouth and cock, because like it or not, you’re stuck with me until I say differently.”
Harleigh’s eyes widen, boring into mine, assessing the truth of my words. Her mouth gapes open, but seconds later, she snaps it shut and frowns.
“There may have been a time when you could say that
“As much as I’m enjoying our little reunion, we’re not taking this any further until you talk, baby.”
Harleigh leans in to kiss me, but I manage to pull back just in time.
“What if I don’t want to talk? What if all I want to do is ride your cock until you fill me with all of that hot come you’ve been saving for me?”
Her filthy mouth has me panting and desperate to tear her clothes off and do just that, but I won’t. For the sake of our marriage, I’ll restrain myself and her if I have to. Now that idea actually has merit. Tying Harleigh up would kill two birds with one stone. First, she wouldn’t be able to run from me. And secondly, she would be stretched out ready for the taking, and fucking take I would.
Noticing the sexy little smirk of triumph on her face, I shake my head and dig my fingers into her hips.
“Nice try, Angel, but it’s not going to happen. Not right now, at least. Later, after we’re done talking, I’ll strip you naked and fuck you as many times and as hard as you want, but that’s later. Now spill it.”
“Jesus, I forgot how much of an asshole you can be sometimes,” she mumbles.
“And I forgot what a manipulative cocktease you are when it comes to getting what you want, so we’re even,” I fire back.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, I think,” she muses with a small grin tipping the corners of her mouth.
“As you should,” I smile back.
Sliding off me so that she’s sitting beside me instead, Harleigh curls her legs under her juicy ass and folds her arms over her chest. While I wish she’d stayed right where she was, it’s better this way. I can’t concentrate when Harleigh’s within arm’s reach, especially not when her pencil skirt is riding up to the top of her thighs, and the delicate lace of her pink panties is peeking out at me.
“Jesus,” my wife hisses, making me realize I’ve been staring at the apex of her thighs practically drooling for a full two minutes now. “Some things never change.”
“Fuck no,” I chuckle. “You’re still as fucking hot as ever, and your pussy looks and smells just as good, if not better.”
“Look,” she starts with a small shake of her head. “Other than the fact I was supposed to be at a meeting half an hour ago, I’ve got more work than hours in the day. Not to mention, Faye and Dante are relying on me to babysit tonight, so I suppose what I’m telling you is, that I don’t think this is the right time or place for us to sit down and have a chat. How about I meet you somewhere tomorrow and we can talk over lunch instead?”
You would think a stubborn, hardheaded woman such as Harleigh would recognize someone cut from the same cloth, and that’s without taking into account the history we share. But no. She seems to forget that I’m just as stubborn, more determined, and impatient as fuck. And that’s on a good day. Today is not one of those days.
Reaching out to grip her forearm when she goes to scoot off the edge of the bed, I tug Harleigh back into my side and hold her there. If she thinks she’s getting away from me that easy, she’s fucking dreaming. I’ve waited what feels like a thousand lifetimes to finally find out why everything between us fell apart, so I’m not giving up that easily.
“Stop,” I growl, bunching the heavy weight of her ponytail in my fist. “You’ve got to stop fucking running, baby. This,” I state, gesturing between us with my other hand, “what’s broken with us is getting fixed now. I don’t care how long it takes or if I have to tie you to the bed to coax it out of you by using my fingers, mouth and cock, because like it or not, you’re stuck with me until I say differently.”
Harleigh’s eyes widen, boring into mine, assessing the truth of my words. Her mouth gapes open, but seconds later, she snaps it shut and frowns.
“There may have been a time when you could say that
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