“Why did you tell them about her?” I ask El. Back in the room, I pop the buttons of my shirt. She wiggles out of her heels and sashays to my front to take over. A few seconds later, my jacket comes off. I reward her with a squeeze of her ass, she returns the favour and pouts. “Why did you tell the girls about Brianna?”
She sighs with her whole body. “They were eavesdropping.” She rolls her eyes, pausing on the last button of my shirt. “Again.” I chuckle. “I had to tell them. They understand she’s sick but that’s about it.”
Her light tone betrays her annoyance, my hand moves behind her neck and she vibrates against me as my fingers caress her skin. I spin her so her back is to my chest, slowly pulling down her zipper. El sucks in a shaky breath, I cup her breasts and wait, giving her time to process what is about to happen.
“I’m glad you did,” I whisper against her neck and goosebumps break out on her skin. “I wouldn’t have. It’s hard to talk about her.” My voice cracks on the last word, El leans on me to offer comfort. My hand runs up and down her sideboobs, she shivers. “They deserve to know they have a sister.” She nods. I bless her delectable boobs with another firm squeeze. Mine. “I love your breasts.”
Yanking the gown down her legs, she steps out of it and my semi hardens when I take in her backside. I squeeze her soft ass, slide the edge of my palm between the crack and a shudder ripples through her.
“Touch your toes.”
I freeze momentarily when El bends, her ass juts in the air for me to use as I please. The sight creates a small wet patch around my groin area, I exhale sharply and adjust the tent in my briefs.
She is all mine.
A wet finger slides into her tight hole and the flesh constricts around my digit. She tenses, I push deeper until she gasps on a muffled moan. Using my free hand to rub her clit, I press a finger to her wetness and shove the wet digit back to her asshole. Tension rolls off her stiff shoulders as my pace quickens and her reluctance fades. Her body spasms uncontrollably at the combination of my fingers in both of her holes.
All her efforts to grind against me fail. Her juices trail down her inner thighs but I resist the temptation to lick a path up her labia, pinch her clit then pull it between my lips. Her slickness is for my dick. I start a torturous movement of finger fucking her anus and teasing her clitoris. I slip a finger in and out of her wetness, pinch her clit hard enough to push her over the edge and she belts out a moan.
El wiggles, cursing, moaning but I don’t stop. I don’t give her time to breathe before another finger joins the first. I spank her cheeks at her constant whines. My dick nearly burrows out of its confines when she rubs her firm ass against my crotch. Pleasure tears through me at the not-so-innocent move, I groan and withdraw my fingers at the tensing of her body, loving the rigidity in her stance as her whimpers quieten.
She is close.
Her roar of protest provokes a small laugh out of me, I take another step away from her hunched frame.
“Brandon,” she breathes out. Desperation leaks to her tone. “Come back. Please, come back.”
Her words are followed by her straightening up, my head snaps to her face. “Touch. Your. Toes.”
She sniffs, her shaky hands return to her feet but she doesn’t obey. Twisting her neck so she has a view of me, she wets her lips and swallows. “Please.” I cock my head. “Brandon, I want to come. Please.”
I shake my head and inch closer to her so she can feel the heat of my body, grasp what I am denying her.
“Baby, please.” Her pleas fall on deaf ears, effective only on my dick that throbs painfully in its prison. I splay my fingers on her ass, kneading them softly. El jerks but remains in position, I swipe a finger across her ass and wetness and she buckles. “Brandon. Baby, please. I’m begging you. Let me come. Brandon.”
Turned on by her cries, the bulge in my briefs pokes my trousers, demanding attention and freedom. I unbuckle my belt, slap the thick material against El’s backside. The sound of leather hitting flesh fuels my sadistic desires and her delicious moans have blood rushing to my cock. I land another stroke on her butt, she gasps and cries out but takes it without complaint. Such a good girl, accepting each stroke diligently like a pretty little sub.
“Brandon.”
The frustration in her voice is clear, I feel her self-control gradually slipping. I drop the belt to the floor, eager to test her limits. Her pain tolerance used to be low. Freeing my dick, I use it to caress her ass.
“Brandon.”
I curl a finger inside her warmth, retracting it once she relaxes. “Brandon, please. I want to come.”
“No. Me first.”
El drops to her knees in a blur of movements. I have barely processed the switch in positions when her mouth closes around my tip. She looks up to me, tongue circling my crown without fully taking me in. Her lust-clouded eyes await my permission, I give a subtle nod and she inhales my dick in a swift move.
Fuck. Where did she learn to do that?
A groan tears out of my lips when she repeats it. My hands dig into her hair in an attempt to control her. She fondles my balls, each time her eyes meet mine, they are clouded with lust, wonder and excitement.
Licking her way up and back down, she taunts me with kisses before taking me to the base of her throat. El doesn’t stop for quick gulps of air, her head bounces on my cock which fits in her mouth. Stars dot my vision, my muscles clench in anticipation of my release as her tongue swirls around my tip. I fist my hand in her hair, rigid as I hit my peak. Her head rears back, my semen spurts all over her face, neck and chest.
The apology working its way out of my lips evaporates when she winks and licks her pouty lips without breaking eye contact. My insides turn to goo, I blink in amazement as she stares up at me in admiration with my sperm branding her glowing skin. Her tongue darts out to lick the pearly liquid at the corners of her lips, she flashes me a sultry smile and rubs the sperm all over her chest like it’s a precious ointment.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Where did my innocent wife go? I push her hair out of her face as she kisses my dick. I love this version.
Too stunned to speak, I allow her to drag me to a stop beside the bed. Settling on the edge, she spreads her legs to give me a glimpse of her paradise. El huffs out an annoyed breath at my shocked expression.
“My turn,” she orders, “make me come.”
Slightly dazed, I kneel between her legs and press my tongue to her moisture. Her strangled hiss drills through the cobwebs in my brain, I flick my tongue over her clit and she lets out a high-pitched scream. Her self-control shatters as a finger joins my tongue. She grips my back, clawing my skin with her artificial nails. I inhale her lust tainted scent. She’s divine. Tastes even better and I suck on her essence like I need it to survive. Her legs tremble with each stroke, I lap on her juices like a faithful husband.
Her release is unexpected. Her vaginal walls clench against my fingers and she squirts all over my face. Body vibrating from the aftereffects of my tongue, she whimpers at my rough touch. Unlike her, I don’t care to taste the result of my handwork. I wipe my face clean, she sits up and hides a smile. My rod is straight now, ready to drill her hole. Her gaze lowers to my manhood and our eyes meet for a nanosecond.
“Take off your shirt.”
She doesn’t help. Just watches me toss the shirt. When I am naked, she offers me her body by leaning forward. Her breasts press against my chest, I massage them and she lets out a raspy groan. Circling her dark nipples, I choke on a moan as her fingers palm my pulsing length, caressing it. My mouth descends on her breasts, I suck them one by one, kneading the dark nipples between my thumb and index finger.
Her mouth parts, she stops trying to explore my body and allows me to please her with my tongue and fingers. I am merciless with my hands, squeezing her breasts, touching her in all the right places to hear her whisper my name again. She rasps out my name in a holy whisper, I let go of her boobs to kiss her.
It’s a full warm kiss that starts slow and turns urgent at the sexy sound she makes. Her tongue tangoes with mine, she melts against me as we profess our love with our lips, make unspoken promises. When our kiss ends, I am completely speechless and buzzing with newfound love for her. Her brown eyes lock on mine, she pecks me and threads her fingers through my beards, sending waves of shock to my dick.
“I give myself to you, Brandon Stark,” El says, gaze trained on me with dried cum on her chest. A thin sheen of sweat covers her forehead, she stops me from wiping it and laces our fingers. “One hundred percent. I give myself to you completely.” I swallow hard at her vulnerability. “Please, don’t break my heart.”
Dread slams my chest, forcing my reply down my throat. This time will be different, I will do right by her. Her words weigh heavy on me and my guilt triples. I can start by confessing. My silence doesn’t bother El, my wife smiles and I slide her legs up my shoulders to allow my finger easier access to her butt.
I should tell her about the shares but instead, I bury myself in her warmth, rocking both of us to bliss.