“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, god, yes, keep going, keep talking.”
“You want to hear about me fucking your little mouth, coming deep in your throat? Or how I’ll spank your pretty little ass rough and hard, make you tell me how much you love it, how bad you’ve been. I’ll be hard on you, little wife, I won’t hold back. I’ll make you beg and moan and finally come all over my thick shaft, come again and again. You want that, you dirty girl? Come for me, fucking come for me.”
She gasps and her body stiffens. I don’t stop, I keep going, I fuck her faster. I reach down between her legs and rub her clit as I fill her pussy and she comes, fucking hell, I can feel her come, her body shakes and tenses, her back arches, her moans fill the kitchen as I take her tight little cunt.
She finishes and leans forward, kissing me hard. She pushes me back then drops down off the counter. I watch her get on her knees, the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. She licks herself off my cock and sucks me wildly, her whole body writhing as my cock slides down her throat. She pumps me with her other hand and I know I can’t last long. I grab her hair and hold it tight as I groan her name.
I come in her pretty mouth. She sucks me dry, swallows every last drop. When she’s done, she smiles up at me. “Shit,” I whisper. “Good girl.”
I kiss her for a long moment. We stay like that, naked, sweating, both of us breathing hard.
“How’s that for being a good wife?” she asks.
“Not too bad.”
She grins at me. “You loved it.”
“You did too. Let’s not pretend like you didn’t just have the best orgasm of your life.”
She shrugs and pulls her clothes back on. I watch her, admiring her body, the way she moves. I put my underwear on, then my pants.
I knew it from the moment I saw her. I knew she’d be delicious, gorgeous. I knew it the moment I first kissed her, and I’ve been dreaming about how her cunt would feel wrapped around my thick shaft.
And she lived up to my dreams… lived up to them and more.
She felt perfect, ideal. She felt like heaven. Her moans, her skin, the way she writhed and groaned.
But most of all, the way she sucked my cock and cleaned me off without a second thought.
“I wasn’t kidding about dinner,” she says. “Short ribs are in the crockpot. I’m just happy we didn’t knock it off the counter when you were… you know.”
“Fucking you senseless?”
“That’s one way of putting it.”
I laugh. I move to kiss her, but something stops me. She smiles, tilts her head. “What?”
“Nothing.” I turn away and grab my beer. “Let’s eat together in a few minutes. I have to finish something up.”
“Sure, sounds good.”
I glance back at her. She has rosy cheeks and she’s practically glowing with sex, and fuck, she’s beautiful. I grin and shake my head.
I don’t know how I got into this, but I’m glad I did.
Not only is she going to save our companies, she’s going to make me feel incredible while she does it.
I head upstairs to get changed, a smile on my face the whole time.7MaggieMy mind’s still on Josh taking me in the kitchen as we drive along the Schuylkill Expressway. I stare out the window, a little smile on my face, unable to help myself. It’s a nice day and I have a pleasant ache between my legs where his enormous cock slipped deep inside.
“What are you thinking about?” Josh asks, looking over at me.
I shake my head. “Just how good those short ribs were last night.”
He laughs. “Yeah, I bet.”
“Oh, come on. They were amazing.”
“Can’t deny that. And the sex was good, too.”
I roll my eyes and I’m still smiling as I look out the window again.
We head north up through the suburbs and into a small community called Newtown. The little downtown area is adorable, with shops and restaurants lining either side. He pulls down a side street, taking another right, and we end up on a residential lane. He parks in front of a large house with white columns in the front, the stone facade weathered but beautiful.
“So,” he says, turning off the engine of his black sedan. “This is Elizabeth Gulp’s home. She’s expecting us right now, so don’t worry that we’re just showing up at her house.”
“She’s a board member?”
He nods. “Used to run a bunch of charities in the ‘80s and became good friends with my dad, which is how she ended up investing and on the board.”
“Got it.”
“This is the easiest one of the group,” he says, opening his door.
I get out and follow him. “Why?” I ask.