TIFFIN 3

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Hero thrusted his hips into my hold, groaning as I pressed on the head. 

"Isn't that what you got angry about earlier?" He asked through clenched teeth. 

He wasn't angry. His control was hanging on by a thread and he was doing his best not to explode. I smirked. This could be fun. 

"Forget about all that," I said, rubbing his shaft through the harsh material, "Just think about the here and now. Don't you want to make me feel good? Don't you want come deep inside me?" 

He let out a gutteral moan as I cupped his balls. 

"Where did this side of you come from?" 

I laughed. 

"You're the one who started it. Mr. I want to fuck the shit out of you. I was simply reinforcing that it was a very good idea." 

Hero's eyes darkened as he licked his snake bites. God damn, was that hot as hell. 

"Well, what are you waiting for woman? Get on the bed so I can get to work." 

As I began to turn, I paused mid-stride. 

"Are you sure you're okay to... I mean... We never discussed..." 

He shook his head adamantly. 

"Don't worry about it. As long as I'm inside you, nothing matters." 

I pressed a hand tenderly to his chest. 

"Will you at least tell me what your nightmare entailed?" 

I thought he might deny me or snap that he just couldn't tell me, but was pleasantly shocked when he said:

"We were in Niall's kitchen again, where Chad was lying, and you were... Fucking him. I cried. I actually fucking cried. I begged for you stop... That I would be better, but you only laughed." 

I hung my head. No.

He had to be aware that I would never do such a thing. Now I knew that pressing a kiss to Chad's forehead had been a monumental mistake. 

When I didn't reply, he went on. 

"Then she came. Diedre. The foul wench told me that this was how things had to be and that my place was with her. Then, I was ten again in that damned cupboard..." 

I sucked in a sharp breath. 

"You have to know none of that would ever happen. First, I'd rather die than do anything with Chad. Second, if Diedre ever tried to molest you again, I'd kill her." 

I meant every word I said. There had been many times when I wanted to harm his grandmother but held back for his sake. 

At his consistent frown, I pulled at his hand. 

"Forget about it. Put me on the bed and fucking manhandle me. Bury yourself inside my pussy and drown your sorrows away. Put your faith in me. Please." 

I didn't need to say much more. With a ferocious growl, he lifted me by the legs, tossing me onto the velvet blankets. 

He instantly removed any clothing covering his body. His movements were fevered as if he couldn't do it fast enough. His eyes then rested on my breasts peeking from beneath the top of my dress. 

"This will need to go." 

He took my dipped neckline, pulling until the material began ripping down the middle. When he was finished there was nothing left to salvage. 

Jesus. I didn't have a million of these! 

He glowered down at me. 

Now what?

I raised an eyebrow, willing him to elaborate. 

"You've gotten into the habit of not wearing a damn bra, Mrs. Tiffin. I swear to fuck... I'm going to hospitalize the next jackass that stares at your tits." 

I frowned.

"You have already." 

He snorted. 

"My point proven. To further guarantee it, I'm going to come all over these giant knockers. What do you think of that?" 

I shifted on the bed, purposely jiggling my boobs. 

"I think I'm horny." 

"Clever minx." 

Hero pounced on me like some wild animal. His hands molded and massaged my breasts as he kissed me. I jerked in his hold as he tweaked a nipple. 

He grinned, pulling back to look at me. 

"So responsive." 

I refrained from rolling my eyes as his lips traveled down the length of my body. It was so hard to take him seriously sometimes, though when he handled me like this... 

Oh dear God... 

My skin tingled as his calloused hands roamed along my hips. His fingers were like skilled chords, tuning me to the right beat. 

Ever so slowly, he slid my panties down my thighs, guiding his nose along the path. I surveyed as he did this watching the expressions vary on his face. He was a man in ecstasy. 

When he managed to fling my panties aside, only then did he line his cock at my entrance. 

No foreplay? 

Jesus. What was I saying? I didn't give a flying hoot. 

He licked his lips salaciously. 

"You're not on birth control, are you?" 

When I shook my head through cloudy thoughts, he slid inside my tight entrance taking me by surprise. I gasped, lifting my hips. 

This seemed to release something in my husband. He levered up on his hands, pistoning his hips into my moist heat. The force of his thrusts caused the headboard to crack against the wall making me worry that it had disturbed Eleanor, but ignored these worries. 

It wasn't long before he was pulling his member out and and jerking, until his hot semen spurted a beautiful trail down my torso. 

When we both came down from the high and released haggard breaths, I asked: 

"How was that?" 

He laughed, kissing my forehead. 

"Better than I imagined."