Taking What I Want

Chapter 7

Allison

Noah kicks the door shut before dropping me back down onto the soft bed. I still can’t believe I did that. I slid right next to him while I was fully naked in front of a cop. I’m normally shy when it comes to my body, but something made me bold. The worst part is, I can’t believe how much I liked his jealousy over it.

The flash of anger that lit his eyes. It made me feel powerful. For a moment I was in control and it felt good. Maybe I hold more than I know. At least for the moment. “It seems your wife likes tempting any man,” Noah growls. I glance over to Dylan, whose eyes are narrowed on me for a moment before they go back to Noah with a look I can’t read.

“Gave the neighborhood cop a nice show. Seems she likes showing off.” Anger rolls off of Noah. I lick my suddenly dry lips and think making him mad wasn't the best idea. Though I didn't think he’d get so mad. Hell, I’d kept quiet. I didn’t scream out like I could have. If anything, he should be thanking me.

But still after all of that, what I keep thinking is how much I liked the jealousy. Because apparently I’m fucking crazy. My grasp on reality is slipping and maybe he’s right. I am asking for it. I brought this on myself with the things I do and say.

“I-I’m sorry,” I stutter out. Noah has plans to be inside my ass, and him being angry is not what I want while he’s doing it. I raise up to my knees to plead with him. “Really, I am. I was trying to be good. I’ll make it up to you.” I place my hands on his broad chest, rubbing small circles to soothe him and calm the beast.

“Bet that pout gets you whatever you want with your husband.” His hand snakes into my hair. “I’m not Dylan. I’m not sweet and forgiving.” He pulls my head back. “Kiss me, and you better make it good. Make me believe you want this. That you want me to take whatever I want from you.”

My mouth parts a little and my pussy clenches with the fierceness in his eyes. Why does him doing whatever he wants to me sound so good, when it should be so wrong? I pull against the grip he has on my hair. He lets me as I lean up and he meets me halfway.

His lips connect with mine and open my mouth, and I let my tongue slide against his. I try to kiss him slowly, showing passion and devotion. I pour everything I have into it and deepen it as I slip my hands up his chest and into his hair. He growls against me, and the sound sends waves of pleasure through me.

I feel like I’m doing this to him and taking back control. But just as soon as I think I have it, he’s ripping it back from me. Noah pulls on my hair and I’m forced to break the kiss as he looks down at me. He’s breathing heavily and his chest moves up and down with the effort.

His cock presses against me. It’s leaking cum all over my belly. My breath hitches as I think about what his cock is demanding. “I don’t know what I’ll do if he comes back here and tries to get his own taste. You’ll be responsible for whatever happens.” When I look into his eyes he appears even angrier than before.

He leans down close to me and I can feel his breath on my lips. “What would you have given the cop if I’d invited him in? Would you have kissed him like that? Would you have offered up the pussy I came in here and fucked dirty?” I shake my head. I don’t think there’s anything I can do to cool his anger.

“I was only trying to please you,” I rush to say. My pussy once again clenches at my words and my nipples tighten. My body can’t hide the truth. He studies me for a moment. “Go tell your husband you’re sorry.” He releases my hair and I sit back. How does he get so jealous over one man but not another? I do as he says, knowing that my husband will be just as pissed now that he knows what I’ve done.

Dylan has always been the jealous type when it comes to me. I turn and crawl up the bed to Dylan. I trail kisses up his body, knowing that I can’t kiss him with his mouth still gagged. But I can do my best to try and soothe him everywhere else. I don’t meet his eyes at first, knowing he’s probably as pissed as Noah.

When I finally do look up, I see that I’m right. I kiss his cheeks and then his neck.
“I love you,” I whisper into his ear. His cock jerks against me and my pussy aches to be filled. “I’ll make it up to you,” I add as I reach between us, grabbing his cock. I slide my hand up and down easily, and we both moan together.

I’ve never been this wet in my whole life. I can feel my warm need dripping down my thighs. “Up. Let him see you.” I do as Noah says and sit up. I rest my hands on Dylan’s chest to keep my balance. I can see how badly Dylan wants to touch me, but he can’t. “Show him how sorry you are. Make it up to him with your pussy.

Put on a good show for me and maybe I won’t punish you too bad when we’re done.” My breath hitches as I wonder what he’s going to do to me. But that train of thought stops when Noah's hand slides to my clit and he begins to rub. I drop my head back against his chest and get lost in the feelings.

The only thing I want to do right now is focus on this. I can’t worry about all the shame and guilt because of how much I like this. I’ll have to unpack that later. Right now, the only thing that matters is the building excitement between my legs.

“Did you forget what's happening here?” Noah asks next to my ear, as if he knows what I’m doing in my head. He shifts behind me. “No,” I whine just as his hand leaves my clit. “I’m forcing you, girl. This isn’t your decision. Don’t try and get in your head and pretend it’s something else.

This is against your will, and you fucking love it.” I gasp as my eyes fly open and his words sink in. Dylan is tied up with no say in how this is all going down. Noah is in control. I feel Noah’s rough hand on my back push me down onto Dylan’s chest.

I gasp as he thrusts hard into me from behind and then shoves two fingers in my ass. I cry out and Dylan shouts through the gag, but it’s too late. I’m pinned down and being taken from behind as Noah reminds me who’s in charge.

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