I run my thumb down the vein feeding the monster dick the alteration of light in my wife’s eyes always causes before sliding it over the tip, collecting the bead of precum pooling there.
When Roxanne shudders, I realize I have her right where I need her. “What was our agreement, Roxanne?” I ask this question more sternly than I did the first time, strangled through both the brutal clutch I have on my cock and the grip Roxanne has had on my balls since the day I saw her with black smudges under her eyes and chunky, wedged boots on her feet.
With her teeth gnawing on her bottom lip, Roxanne slowly raises her eyes from my cock, rocking in and out of my fist to my face. Her eyes are fucking fascinating. They have cum racing from my sack to the crest of my cock like my pleasure can come before hers.
That will never happen, but I fucking love that she can convince my cock otherwise.
I lessen the severity of my pumps when Roxanne purrs out, “That I’m to do as you ask, when you ask, forexactlyhow long you ask.”
Her last five words come out with a quiver when I grip the back of her neck with my spare hand so I can drag her delectable lips to within an inch of mine. As predicted, they taste like candy. They’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever sampled. I crave themalmostas often as I crave her cunt. “And what did you do tonight?”
“I did as you asked.” Her minty fresh breath mingles with the whiskey bounding from mine when she murmurs, “I read our daughter a bedtime story…” I’m not surprised she calls Fien ‘ours.’ She is ours. Has been since Roxanne put her life on the line to free her from captivity, will be until the day we say our final farewell. “Then raked my fingers through her hair until she fell asleep in her big girl bed, then I came downstairs for an alcohol-free nightcap with some friends.”
“Friends, eh? Whoexactlywere these friends?”
I know her answer.
I don’t like her fucking answer.
And once I’ve shown her exactly how displeased I am that she took a detour on the way to my office tonight with my cock, I’ll teach Rocco the same lesson with my fists.
I’m still pissed about how cozy he and Roxanne got four months ago. He shouldn’t test my patience. I’ve killed men just for looking at Roxanne in the wrong manner, and I’ll do it again because family comes first of all, and to me, Roxanne is the very definition of the word.
No fear.
The end…
