Reclaiming His Wife

“Come on me,” my voice whispers from the iPad speakers. “Come on me, baby.”

Watching, I tense, my body coiling as I feel the wave start to crest over me. I rub my clit faster and faster, sticky wet slickness coating my thighs and my fingers as I go tumbling for the edge.

“Come on me, baby!”

On screen, Russell grunts as he pulls out, his fist stroking is slick, fat, glistening cock before he roars his release. Hot white cum spurts from the swollen head, splattering over my belly and my pussy, and it’s the last watching-me can take.

I come hard, screaming my release into the empty bedroom as my thighs clamp down on my hand and my whole body ripples in pleasure.

There’s more to that video—more of him taking me from behind, of my mouth on his cock. Of me taking the phone back again and moaning, the camera shaking as he makes me come with his mouth on me. God, there’s even a part later of him taking my ass, holding me from the side, and ever-so-slowly pushing his fat cock into my asshole. But it’s that first part that makes me come so hard tonight.

I sink back into the sheets, the glow fading as a twinge of sadness washes over me, even if I’m used to it by now.

“I really wish you were here,” I whisper into the darkness.

7

Russell

Fuck this dress

Don’t get me wrong, Jules is gorgeous in fucking everything, and her in a white wedding dress in particular gets me all kinds of hard. The fact that it’s all poofy and gauzy taps into all kind of pretty wrong Disney princess fantasies, too.

But I hate what this particular dress stands for. I hate that it’s almost what she married Darren fucking Wallace in.

So, it’s gotta go.

Jules gasps I grab ahold of the lacy, fragile front of it with both hands, and when I start to yank, her eyes go wide. My muscles clench, and when the damn thing shreds in two, she whimpers as I star to rip it right off of her. I growl, like a beast marking his territory. Like I’m claiming what’s mine.

The dress rips to pieces as I yank it away, tossing it to the floor and leaving her bare to me. I groan, blood roaring as I drink in the sight of her, thirsty for more, like I’ve been lost in the desert dying for a drink of her.

…Which is exactly where I’ve been.

I kiss her fiercely, relishing the feel of her bare skin on mine, her body rolling into me. My mouth drops to her jaw, to her neck, to her collarbone, and before she knows it, I’m sliding back down her body and dragging my tongue back through her slick pussy lips. Juliana moans, whimpering as she writhes under my tongue and rolls her pussy against my mouth. But just as I’m getting into the motion of my tongue on her clit, she pulls me up and away, shaking her head with a fire in her eyes.

“Uh-uh,” she moans, shoving me back and onto my back and crawling over me as I chuckle.

“My turn.”

She moves between my legs, reaching for my cock and wrapping her small hand around it. I groan at the obscene way my big cock dwarfs her hands, and when she licks her lips hungrily and leans in, I hiss through my teeth, my abs clenching in anticipation. Her pouty-soft lips slip over my swollen crown, and it takes everything I have not to come right fucking there.

“Fuck,” I hiss, groaning in pleasure as Jules slides her mouth down over my throbbing cock. She moans eagerly, her tongue swirling over the head as she pushes her lips lower, swallowing me into the back of her throat as she hums. She slowly—fucking slowly, to the point of torture—slides back up my shaft, her tongue dancing over every single inch of my underside as I groan in pleasure.

She pulls away wetly, panting, her lips swollen and her eyes wild as she slowly pumps my cock with both hands.

“God did I miss your cock,” she moans softly, looking at me fiercely and hungrily.

“Just my cock, huh?”

She feigns a serious face, nodding.

“Oh, one-hundred-percent. There were lots of other men I fell in love with over the last few years, they just—”

“Didn’t have a cock like mine, huh?” I grin at her and that sarcastic sense of humor of hers I always loved.

“Basically.”

“Well,” I purr, sitting up and sliding my hand into her hair, pulling her close. “Guess it’s a good thing me and my big cock are back, huh?”

“Absolutely,” she breathes, moaning as our lips crush together. Our tongues swirl, lips searing together before she pulls back. She pushes my chest gently, pushing me back onto the bed before she drops her mouth back to my achingly hard cock. I groan, my hands tangling in her hair as she hungrily swallows me down, moaning wetly around my thick shaft as she slurps on the head. She runs her lips down my shaft, all the way down to my swollen, heavy balls. She tongues them, making me see fucking stars as pleasure explodes through me. Juliana jerks my cock with both hands as she gently suckles on my balls, making every muscle in my body tense tight before I somehow manage the strength to pull her away.