Her eyelashes are a thick fan on her cheekbones and she’s already wearing the blissed-out little smile she gets when I’mplaying with her. Unable to wait, I fist my hand in her hair, bringing her to me to ravage her mouth. She jumps and moans when I bite her lower lip, tugging it, then licking away the sting.
It’s easy to lift her to straddle me and push her skirt up. “I find myself wondering what you’re wearing under this little dress, my wife.” Slipping two fingers under the band of her knickers, I rip them off. It leaves a red mark but she doesn’t flinch, kissing me as I examine them.
“Ah, your pink ones.” Bringing the little scrap of lace and silk to my nose, I inhale deeply as she makes a little mortified noise. “So wet for me already, my filthy lass. You were thinking about my hands on you before you even got here, aye?”
“Maybe…” She gasps and tightens her thighs against mine as I slip three fingers inside her.
“You’re already wet, you dinnae need working up, do you?” Her cunt is squeezing against my fingers and I need to feel her doing the same thing to my cock. Afton’s already helping me undo my belt, and I lift my hips to help her pull my trousers and boxer briefs down. “Hold onto the back of my chair and slide down. I want to be all the way inside you, open wide.”
Like a good girl,I almost said, shutting my mouth just in time. My hand grips her ass, squeezing hard, helping her move up and down on me. Her breasts brush against my face as she rises and I yank a strap loose, sucking her nipple through her pink bra.
“Do you know when you’re about to come, your sweet cunt strangles my cock?” I still sound completely calm. We could be discussing stock options. “Your pussy flutters and squeezes, there’s nothing hotter.”
Afton gives a choked moan. “Will they hear us? Outside?”
I thrust my hips up, enjoying her yelp. “Soundproofed, baby. You can be as loud as you like. And I want to hear all those moans and whimpers you give when I’m fucking you.”
My wife may be shy, but when I bounce her on my cock again, she gasps out, “Yes! Please, more like that.”
“I could do anything I wanted to you, my delicious wife.” Another thrust upwards and I can feel the end of her, the head of my cock pressing hard against her cervix. My thumb circles her stiff little clit, lightly, not hard enough and she angles her hips forward, searching for more sensation. I slap her ass, and her cunt tightens down on me. Slapping her other cheek, groaning as she squeezes my cock again. “Don’t be a greedy lass, you’ll take what I give you. Won’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans, not really listening as she bounces on me.
“Yes,Sir.”I bite her soft earlobe. “Say it and I’ll let you come.” Her eyes pop open, wide, and blue and startled. I thrust my hips hard enough to nearly bounce her off me. “Say it.” Pressing my thumb against her clit, I revel in her choked gasp. “Say it!”
“Yes, please Sir can I come?”
Slapping her ass one last time, I say it. “Come, baby. Soak my cock.”
Holding her hair in a death grip, I wait until the last of her orgasm tears through her and then I lift her, spinning her and pushing her face-first on my desk.
“Now, I’m going to take everything I want from this cunt.” Her hand slaps my desk, dislodging a pile of papers as I slam back into her. She’s even tighter after she’s come and I can feel the aftershocks rippling along my cock. Spreading her ass cheeks, I watch myself plow into her, the tight, strained tissue around her channel and my wet, glistening shaft.
Scooping up some of her slick with my thumb, I press against the little pucker of her ass. “I’m going to fuck you here, my filthy lass, spread you wide and-” My thumb slides in halfway into her but it’s enough. “You may come again,” I manage, “As many times as ye like.” My wife’s flailing hands knock my laptop off the desk as she tightens down on me again, she squeezes the come from me, greedily milking me like a velvet fist. My vision whites out for a second, my head drops back and I erupt inside her, still thrusting, mindlessly pushing my come back inside her when it seeps out.
We’re still for a moment, the only sound is our harsh breathing as I lean on her, her back to my front, my dick still inside her.
“Is that what you came for?” I finally ask, kissing the back of her neck and gently pulling out of her.
Her hair’s stuck to her sweaty forehead, eyes closed as she finally says, “I think… Yes. Yeah, it was.”
I adjust her dress, pulling the straps up and covering those spectacular breasts with some regret.
Afton’s not telling the truth.
She looked terrified when she first came in and I locked the door behind her. The little worried wrinkle between her eyebrows that disappears when I’m inside her is back, and I smooth it with my thumb.
We’ll talk tonight when I get home.
Chapter Twenty-Three
In which the Yakuza come bearing bad news.
Afton…
No. That was not what I came for.
Mason’s slow, lustful examination was my downfall, and my excuse. He looked obscenely handsome in that charcoal-colored suit and green tie. And hewantedme, his mouth tipping up in that half-smile. Not the practiced one he gives everyone else. My husband wanted me and I wanted to forget what I’d done and…
