He moves lower, and lower still, until he’s at the apex of my thighs.
“Open your filthy legs for me,” Mateo demands.
Despite feeling scandalized, I do as I’m told, wanting to please him in a way I should not.
Because feeling anything other than revulsion towards him is dangerous.
“So-fucking-perfect,” he grinds out. Pressing his face to my pussy, he sucks my clit as his cum slides down my thighs.
The elevator door opens, and I hear the distinct click of Jade’s heels.
I push at Mateo’s shoulders, but he growls, grabbing my wrists and holding them hostage as he devours me.
“Mine.”
I deny him nothing.
Jade looks inside the elevator, her jaw dropping when she sees Mateo on his knees, pleasing me.
With my body so exposed, I should be embarrassed, but knowing how badly she wants him and that it’s me he’s so heartily consuming, I bring my eyes to hers and wink.
She glares daggers at me, pivots, and walks away.
A moment later, Mateo throws me over his shoulder and brings me to my room, making good on his promise.
TEN
Mateo
I don’t allowmy wife rest.
I’m on her morning, noon, and night, fucking her into the mattress relentlessly as she cries out, sometimes in pleasure, other times in pain.
Even as Ivy eats, I’m on her, licking between her soft thighs as she struggles not to choke.
I give her no relief, because my mind cannot rest around her, and the very thought of leaving her room is pure torture.
It takes a full twenty-four hours before I exhaust, because even with a wife as enticing as mine, a man can only fuck for so long.
Pulling out of Ivy, I climb up the bed and rub the head of my cock across her plush lips.
“Suck.”
For all of a moment, she looks offended. Then, she resigns herself to pleasing me, moaning obscene sounds when her flavor hits her tongue.
My balls swell and I throw my head back, trying like hell to stave off my release because her sinful lips feel so damn good.
But my resistance is futile, and not a minute later, I release. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t resist.
She takes every last drop.
As I pull out of her mouth, a string of cum trails from my cock to her lips.
“What a fine web we spin,” I whisper.
Her eyes flicker with anxiety, but I give no indication that it meant anything more than the quick observation it was. She’ll wonder all day about it, no doubt.
I push off the bed and collect my clothes, hoping there’s still time left to put out the fires that have inevitably sprung up in my absence.
