Wife (Betrothed 1)

“When is the money coming in?” Damien asked. “I just asked our guys about the ship in the Mediterranean, but the winds have been unkind.”

My phone vibrated in my pocket, so I pulled it out to check the message.

It was from Sofia. I get off work in twenty minutes.

It was impossible not to grin at that message.

“What the fuck are you smiling about over there?” Damien relaxed in his chair and put his feet on the table. “You only smile for money or pussy. Which one is it?”

“The second one.”

“You can always have too much money, but never too much pussy. Who’s the girl?”

Damien had been my friend for more than ten years. There were no secrets between us. But I wouldn’t betray Sofia’s identity, and I wouldn’t describe her fuckable tits and her even more fuckable ass. Her secrets were safe with me. “Nobody.”

My fingers spanned her entire back, my thumbs touching across her belly. I guided her up and down, feeling her hips undulate as she ground her clit against my hard body, pleasing herself without shame. Every time she rolled her hips, she arched her back in the sexiest way, pressed her tits farther into my face.

Damn, whores didn’t even fuck this good.

I leaned against the headboard and watched her fuck me, felt her airtight pussy slide up and down my dick, slathering it with another layer of cream. Every time she lifted her body, I could see the cream build up around the base of my dick.

Her tits were so damn amazing. They were small, with little nipples, but they fit her petite size so well. I liked to watch them shake up and down as she worked up a sweat fucking me. Last time we’d met in this hotel room, she’d lain there while I’d fucked her brains out.

Now it was her turn.

My hands cupped her tits and squeezed them like stress balls while my cock twitched with joy. Nothing better than being balls deep in a beautiful woman with my hands full of tits.

She bounced on my dick harder and harder, using my shoulders as an anchor as she really got herself going. She arched her back deeply every time, her ass looking amazing in the mirror on the wall. Her whimpers became higher in pitch, and she started biting her bottom lip in preparation for another climax.

She pressed her face against mine as she came, moaning and clawing me at the same time.

I spanked her ass. “Come, baby.”

She moaned.

I spanked her again. “Come all over this dick.”

Her nails dragged down my chest as she finished, yelling, screaming, and whimpering all at the same time. “God…” Her hand dug deep into her hair as she finished, as if she didn’t know how else to process the pleasure. “I love your dick.”

My cock twitched inside her, pleased with her compliment. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto me a couple of times until I hit my threshold. Then my toes curled and my fingers dug into her skin as I came, my hips thrusting involuntarily as I finished shooting my load into the condom.

My head rested against the headboard as I stared at her, my chest rising and falling rapidly as my body returned to normal. My fingers loosened their hold, and I stared at her messy hair, her beautiful green eyes. She had thick brown hair, dark in color and so exotic. It was soft to the touch, shiny under the light. I’d been with so many beautiful women in so many places, but this woman had a special quality. It wasn’t just her perfect body, her doll-like face, or her full lips. It was something else…something I noticed the moment I laid eyes on her.

When I said she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen…I meant it.

My hand snaked into her hair and pulled it from her cheek as I cradled her close to me. My dick had softened inside her, but I wasn’t eager to break free. My thumb brushed across her bottom lip, feeling the smoothness and the wetness of my own saliva. I’d already fucked her twice, but I still wanted more…I wanted her.

I pulled her into me and kissed her.

She kissed me back, still out of breath from fucking me like she was paid to do it.

My fingers continued to stroke her hair, feel the quickening pulse in her neck. I touched her small tongue with my own, felt her racing heartbeat against my palm. I scooted her closer to me and deepened the kiss, falling into the bliss this woman gave me. It wasn’t just good sex. It was passionate, satisfying, dreamlike. A fuck with a woman was usually a one-time thing, and even if it wasn’t, I didn’t necessarily look forward to the next one. But with Sofia, I already couldn’t wait until the next time I saw her.