Karessa slides down my body, and when I grab her hair, she bites my side hard.
“Fuck,” I moan because she’s playing dirty.
She flips herself until her ass is on my chest and she kisses the tip of my now naked dick. She pokes her ass out and looks over her shoulder.
“Watch my ass while I work, baby.”
She slides me in her mouth so fast I grab her ass cheeks like I’m crashing and they're my airbags. I play those bitches like bongos to the rhythm of her sucking. I get a feel of her pussy because I can’t help it. So wet. So ripe. I can smell her and my mouth waters. I don’t lean in because I’m incapable of stopping right now. If I dive into her pussy right now, I won’t let up until my face is covered with her.
This is an example of what makes her great. Even with her pussy in time out, she’s willing to make me cum to give me enough peace to sleep for a little while.
If that’s not the type of shit that could make a man fall in love, I don’t know what is.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jagger
I’d awakenedfeeling somewhat refreshed. True to Karessa’s prediction, I’d passed out after cuming down her throat and got a few hours of sleep. We agreed to go to brunch after Ainslee’s doctor appointment. Karessa had woken up with a half-pout since one side of her hair was kind of straight while the other had reverted back to its natural state. We took Ainslee and Oran’s time at the doctor to shower, change, and be at the cafe in time. The fucking paparazzi had a field day seeing the four of us out together but they knew better than to come inside.
Afterward, we dropped the girls off to have someustime and get groceries. Once we arrive at the grocery store, we start gathering the items we need to have a home cooked meal when I venture to ask about his dad. Oran is still numb to his death but he tells me that the countdown is ticking for when I need to tell him what happened.
My notifications ping and I pull out my phone for a reprieve from the heavy shit. My dick almost salutes the general public when I find Karessa posing with Ainslee. They are wearing cheer uniforms with fuck me read lips. Karessa’s skirt rides up her thighs but stops before I can see anything good between her legs. She “innocently” sucks on a lollipop but I know what her mouth can do. With a groan, I show Oran the pictures of what our wives were up to while we were gone.
Our shopping trip is expedited as we return to his house to find our women. I bite my lip as I watch my wife do an entire cheer routine from high school with Ainslee. They both look like they’re trying to get fucked although they don’t realize we’re back. One move shows us Ainslee’s orange panties. It must be driving Oran crazy to see his wife’s pussy covered with his favorite color. Especially with the sexual hiatus they’ve had. Karessa is suffering from her time out but her split tells me she wants it deep. And the look she gives me asks me to imprint her lungs with my dick.
Ainslee’s ploy isn’t lost on us which is why we don’t bite. We have other things to do to torture our wives.
* * *
Couples Scrabble.That’ll teach them. It’s the opposite of what they want. Karessa’s punishment is coming to an end but she doesn’t know that yet. While it’s fun to tease her, it’s even more fun to get what I want.
We’re sitting on the floor and she’s nestled between my legs as we look over the board. Her legs are driving me crazy in that short skirt. The light bounces off their moisture and I feel three seconds away from giving Oran and Ainslee a show. Ainslee is taking a long time to pick a word and I know it’s Oran’s fault. It’s okay, my hands are doing some exploring of their own.
“Stop it,” she hisses when my fingers dip under the triangle of turquoise lace.
“No. That ring on your finger means this pussy is mine.” She whimpers when I nuzzle her neck. “I do what I want.”
“You’re so frustrating,” she whispers to keep our conversation between us.
“Then maybe I should change my mind.”
“What?”
“This little cheer outfit has me feeling some kind of way. I was considering fucking you just like this.”
“Really?” The tone of her voice is hopeful yet skeptical.
Karessa’s properness turns me on because it makes me think of ways to get her to act a fool and not be the socially prissy one in the room. Right now is one of those moments. I know I’m pushing her over the edge so I go for the kill.
“Really,” I confirm with a flick of her clit. She tries to squirm but I hold her in place while my fingers explore. “Too bad Ainslee is over there taking so fucking long to pick a word.” I nip on her ear just the way she likes and whisper. “We could be fucking right now…”
Karessa flips the board to abruptly end the game. Ainslee and Oran look a little surprised since she’s the last person they expected to do such a thing. Her ponytail whips as she jumps up to standing position. She blinks rapidly because I can see the war between the polite girl who wants to take back her action and the woman who wants to get fucked.
I laugh when she power walks out of the room thus making her decision. Excusing myself from the amused duo who looks seconds from getting into their own trouble, I stalk down the hall to follow my very horny wife into the room we’re using.
She’s standing in the middle of the room damn near panting because she’s so horny.
“Did you learn your lesson?” I ask as her eyes hyper focus on my hand rubbing my dick.
