Calia slid onto my desk, closing the laptop and moving it out of the way so I would focus my attention on her. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of shorts that seemed painted on and showed off her perfect ass.
Gods, there were days I found myself staring at her, wondering if this was real or some kind of dream. Not only was she here, but she was mine, and the thought never failed to send a rush of need straight to my cock.
She placed her feet on either side of my waist, opening her knees so I had the perfect view of her pussy through the spandex material. “I missed you.”
I ran my fingers along her calves, digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. “Not as much as I have missed you.”
From the moment my injuries were healed and I was cleared by Sloane, I had taken to fucking my wife on every available surface in the manor. It did not matter the time of day, or if we had company staying two doors down, I wasted no time sinking into her tight heat anytime I could.
She was nearly as insatiable as I, often seeing how far she could tempt me before I folded. Only yesterday, she slid beneath my desk as I was on an important call and sucked my cock until I was forced to abruptly end the meeting or risk shooting my load on camera.
“We don’t have much time,” she said, moaning as I leaned forward and placed an open-mouthed kiss to her pussy. Shesoaked through the fabric, and her scent drove me crazy. It was intoxicating, my favorite drug.
“Perhaps you should have thought of that before,” I growled, running my fingers along the top of her shorts before slowly peeling them down her legs. “Because I do not think I am capable of stopping now.”
Calia arched her back as I ran the pad of my tongue along her wet slit, flicking her clit as I met her gaze. Her succulent mouth parted in an O as she watched me under a dark, hooded gaze.
“Fuck,” she cursed, holding herself upright with one hand while the other held my head to her pussy. “Just like that, Rion.”
I loved when she said my name, especially as I was devouring her sweet cunt.
Her juices dribbled down my chin as I gripped her hips, pulling her close until I could no longer breathe. I wanted to die here in between her legs; I wanted to drown with the taste of her on my tongue.
Her thighs squeezed my head as her pleasure crested, holding me in place until she was shaking with the force of her orgasm. She screamed out, pussy fluttering as she tugged at my hair—either to urge me forward or prompt me to stop. It did not matter; the pain was exquisite, and I wanted more.
“Please, please, please… I can’t take anymore.” She slumped against the desk, begging me to stop as I sucked her clit into my mouth and bit down.
I rose from my seat, towering over her as I ran my fingers through her folds. She whimpered as I leaned forward and captured her lips with mine, letting her taste her own pleasure as I toyed with her body. “You can, love, and you will. I have yet to feel this tight pussy squeezing my cock today.”
Calia’s eyes lit up as she bit her lip and widened her thighs for better access. “The things I endure for you,” she teased.
“Is this what you want, love?” I asked, palming my erection through my slacks.
“Yes,” she breathed, nodding emphatically.
Keeping our gazes locked, I pulled my zipper down and freed my length, giving it a lazy stroke. Calia flicked her eyes down, licking her lips as she noticed the bead of pre-cum at the surface. “Such a good wife,” I murmured, running my tip along her slick center. “Always so eager to take what I give.”
“Yes,” she moaned, tilting her hips so the head of my cock slipped inside. “Please?—”
Calia arched off the desk as I slammed home, burying my head in her neck as her walls fluttered against the intrusion. “Fuck, you feel so good, love,” I whispered, nipping her earlobe.
Leisurely, I rotated my hips, enjoying every small whimper that escaped as I brushed up against her aching nub. I was torn between taking my time and torturing her until she screamed or taking her hard and fast until we were nothing more than a tangle of sweaty limbs.
My choice was made for me as my phone rang, and the screen showed Jasper’s name. “Stay quiet, wife. Or I will be forced to do it myself.” Those green eyes I loved so much sparkled, but she complied as I answered. “What is it?”
“Where are you?” he barked. “You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Sloane and Rowena are threatening to take my balls if I don’t find you.”
Calia bit her lip as I began slowly pumping in and out of her, running my fingers along her thighs wrapped around my waist. “We will be there soon,” I said, enjoying the sight of my wife stifling her pleasure underneath me.
I heard Sloane on the other end, demanding Jasper give her the phone. “Can you kindly stop fucking your wife and get both your asses down here?” She paused, audibly shuddering, adding, “I can’t believe I just said that…”
Calia’s chuckle turned into a moan as I upped my pace and slapped my palm over her mouth to cut off the noise. “I said, we will be there soon.”
“But—”
I hung up before Jasper could say anything more, looking down at Calia, whose face was flushed. “I told you to be quiet,” I murmured, cupping her chin and rubbing her thumb across her lips.
She opened obediently, sucking my digit into her mouth. “Then punish me.”
