Free Sweet Justice by Vanessa Vale Page B

back door of the brothel."
    "After I distinctly told you not to?"
    "You were going to go there after I distinctly told you I didn't like it," I countered.
    "It's my job!" he replied.
    "I'm your wife!" I shouted.
    Before I could even realize his intentions, his mouth was on mine and I was pressed up against the door. I felt hard wood at my back and solid muscle and hard male at my front. His tongue plundered and tangled with mine, his big hands gripping my arms. It was all heat and energy, the kiss. I didn't need to breathe when I had Wiley kissing me. I could live off his kiss.
    He kissed along my jaw to my ear, nipping at the lobe, then kissing the soft spot beneath it.
    "Wiley, I...I need—"
    He kissed along the length of my neck and whispered, "What do you need, sweetheart, besides a stern spanking?"
    What did I need? "I need...I need you to want me . I need you to take me because you ache for me just as much as I ache for you, not just because I'm your wife. I need you to—"
    His brow went up as his hand wrapped around my nape to hold me in place. "Need me to what?"
    "Take me ."
    His eyes narrowed, but the green darkened, his jaw clenched. "You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?"
    I nodded.
    "I should spank your ass red, but I'm going to fuck you instead. I can't be gentle this time."
    I shook my head. "No. No, I don't want you to be gentle. I want to get lost in you."
    I didn't say more. I didn't need to. Wiley lowered his head and kissed me. It wasn't gentle, but an all-out assault. His mouth ravaged mine, his tongue plundering. Just kissing him was wild and decadent and my body instantly responded. My nipples pebbled beneath my corset and my thighs grew slick with my arousal. In less than a day, my body had recognized Wiley's mastery and willingly submitted.
    I wanted what only he could give me and I wanted it now.
    "Wiley, please," I begged against his lips.
    He lifted his head and brought his hands to the front of my dress. Gripping both sides of the bodice, he ripped it open, off my shoulders and down my arms so they were trapped by my sides. Now I knew what he meant about not being so careful. It was...exhilarating! I could do nothing as he worked the stays of my corset free until the sides opened and my breasts spilled free. He kicked the door shut then pushed me against it, my back pressed into the hard wood. Lowering his head, he took one nipple into his mouth. Instead of the sweet, gentle exploration he'd done earlier, this was...oh. He sucked and licked and tugged at it while his hand worked my other breast. His fingers plucked and tugged at the nipple just shy of being painful. I cried out and winced. The sharpness of his actions morphed into heat and I felt my inner walls clenching.
    Somehow my nipples were in direct connection with my woman's core and it wanted to be filled, for I felt empty without Wiley's cock within. He didn't stop his ardent attentions on my breasts, not until my knees became weak and I began to slump. He reached down and pulled up the long hem of my dress, pushing it up and securing it by wrapping his arm about my waist. With his free hand, he yanked at my drawers and they tore and fell to the floor.
    "Take my cock out," he breathed.
    I hastily worked at the placket of his pants, tugging and fighting with the material until his cock sprang free. It was a dark, ruddy red, a pulsing vein running up the thick length. The wide head had clear fluid seeping from the tip. I didn't have time to ogle, for Wiley closed the small distance between us and pressed his torso into mine. Hooking one of my knees with his hand, he lifted my leg to spread me wide as I felt him nudge against my opening. In one shift of his hips he filled me, trapped as I was between his strong body and the hard door. He didn't go slowly, didn't ease me into being filled so completely. Instead, he pulled back and thrust into me once again.
    "Wiley!" I cried out. The sheer intensity of his claiming stole my breath. Wiley did