Byron’s face was dark with lust. “Tell me we can’t, Bethany.”
“I… I don’t want to,” she whispered, cupping her tits. “I don’t think we should, but …”
Then Byron kissed her again, his lips hard, his tongue insistent. His cock was like iron beneath his work pants, and he ground it into her soaking cunt, making them both moan.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, his teeth tracing the side of her neck. “Tell me, or I’m gonna fuck you right here.”
“What… what about your wife?” Beth breathed, desperately trying to hold onto the roleplay when all she could think was,Yes, yes, right here, right now.
“That’s not telling me to stop.”
“No, I guess it isn’t…”
Byron bit her hard enough to bruise. “Fuck my wife. I’m obsessed. I need you. Just once. Ineed you, Bethany.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please. Please take me, Mr Thomas?”
They both fought to undo his fly, to shove down his pants and slide his cock inside her. They locked together like animals, Byron shoving deep, his ears burning scarlet. She expected him to pound, to take her with his dick as he had his tongue—hard and fast. Instead, he held their bodies in place, leaning forward to inhale her hair.
“Jesus. You’re so beautiful.”
Beth usually closed her eyes during sex—it helped her focus—but in that moment, she shut them because she was close to tears. Somehow, in the middle of this fucked up game, she and Byron had stumbled into a place they hadn’t found since Simon. A place she’d both missedandforgotten; how it felt to be this close to the person you loved most in the world.
She pressed a hand to Byron’s back and pulled him deeper, wrapping her legs around his hips. “You’re beautiful, too.”
They stayed a second longer, entwined as only two people who loved each other could be, then Byron’s hand found her hair. Tugging it back, he flashed her a tortured smile. “Tell me you want this again. Say it so I can fuck you and not feel like a complete scumbag.”
Beth smiled, loving him with all that she was. “Please fuck me, Mr Thomas? Fuck me hard on your wife’s dining table and make me come all over your massive cock.”
With a guttural moan, Byron withdrew then surged back inside, his hips angled for maximum stimulation. He gripped her ass tight, and then hedidfuck her hard, so hard she had to grab his shoulders for dear life. She strained against him, slamming back as roughly as he drove into her, the strokes so loud she was sure you could hear it on the street.
“Mr Thomas,” she panted as her cunt clenched hard. “I think I’m going to…”
Byron snarled, his muscles shuddering beneath her fingers. It was like they were trying to hurt each other. Crawl inside each other. Surely bruises galore would follow, but Beth didn’t give a fuck. She let go of Byron’s biceps, and her climax surged over her.
“Yes,” Byron growled, his fingers clenching her ass. “Come on me, Bethany.”
“I am, I am,” she chanted. “Oh God, I am.”
Orgasm was usually lighter this way, deep in her cunt, but not this time. Beth went slack against the table, Byron still pumping inside her body as though she was a toy.
“I need to pull out,” he panted. “I need to fucking pull out, but I can’t.”
“You don’t need to.” Beth breathed, rubbing a sweaty hand down his abdomen. “Come inside me, Mr Thomas. I don’t care.”
That was all it took. Byron groaned as his hips slammed home, his face contorting in blissful agony. “Fucking hell… shit…”
When he was done, he stepped away, staring between her legs. Beth hid her smile. He liked the sight of his cum sliding out of her, as she suspected most men did. She directed her gaze to the ceiling and let him look his fill. She wasn’t sure if the roleplay was over, but it didn’t matter either way. They had both done such an incredible job.
“We’re gonna do that again,” Byron announced.
Beth bit back a smile. “Are we…?”
“For sure.”
“I wonder if we’ll get caught?” she said, unable to conceal her grin. “It seems likely.”
“Who knows, maybe a few months from now, I’ll be getting a divorce,” Byron said, stepping back between her legs and pulling her head onto his chest.
