Page 15 of Forbidden Temptations

She pulled off just as slowly, her eyes burning into his all the way. “Mmm-did you make her your new little cock whore? I bet she was just begging for this big dick.” She fluttered her tongue over the slit, making his whole cock tingle and his butt clench. Then she was licking him, that little pink tongue sliding up and down his length. “Did you make her beg for your cock?”

He couldn’t think or focus on anything but the feel of her tongue. Then she was taking him back into the delicious heat of her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, the delicious suction of those full lips sliding along his shaft, drawing him deeper. It was too much.

“Yes.”

Alice moaned her approval, her eyes bright and burning into his as she pulled off. With one small hand still stroking him, she crawled on all fours up the length of his body, slowly, with her body low and back just that bit arched so he could feel the weight of her breasts dragging up his belly, soft and warm through her thin cotton cardigan, before she reared, like Aphrodite rising from her pool to straddle his waist.

“Oh, you’re so bad,” she purred, and gave him one final stroke before bringing her fingers up to her mouth and sucked them clean with a low moan. “Mmm… I can taste her on your cock. Did she drop to her knees and suck your big, yummy, married dick first? Or did you just bend her over and fuck her brains out?”

Jesus, her games were going to kill him. “N-neither, I-oh…”

The words trailed away in a low moan as she rolled her hips, sliding his cock along her folds through her soaked panties, showing him how wet she’d gotten. Then, with her right hand, she hooked two fingers beneath the garment and pulled it back, exposing her pussy to his gaze.

“Mmm… yeah baby, what did you do?” Alice purred, taking his cock in her left hand and coating his crown in her cream before pressing it hard against her clit with a slow roll-

She stilled, that sweet little mouth dropping in a voiceless gasp as Richard’s hands seized her hips and held her fast as he began working his thick crest into her moist heat. “This.”

He’d had enough.

Breath seething, Richard could barely contain himself as he pulled her to him. Even after all their years together, and the birth of their son, she was still so deliciously snug, and he could feel her plush walls stretch as he filled her inch by inch until she’d sheathed to the hilt. The perfect fit for his cock.

“Oh… Oh god! Baby wa-wait…” Alice gasped, her eyes unfocused. Reaching back, she grasped his knees to brace herself. “Not so… you’re too… too-oh god!”

Breathless, Richard could only nod, her slight movement altering his angle of penetration. It wasn’t much. Just enough to send a rush of sensation up his spine as her slick, velvety walls wrapped around his cock, pulsing and sucking him in as deep as he could go.

The prior night was gone and done. Now it was only them and he bit, chewed, and clawed against the instinctive urge to throw his wife on the bed and just take her. It had been weeks since the last time they’d gone a few rounds. She’d need time, time to adjust, time to get used to the feeling of being filled with him. So instead Richard just watched her, drinking in the sight of Alice straddling him, her head tipped back, the bounty of lush mahogany tresses cascading down to the small of her back, the plunging neckline of her cardigan revealing a feast of golden skin as her breasts strained against the cotton, imprisoned from his view by a few struggling buttons.

He wanted to see more. He wanted to see her.

“Mmm… you feel amazing, so tight,” he purred, reaching up to tug the button from its fastening, bearing her full and luscious cleavage. “And such beautiful tits.”

“Yeah, better than hers?” Alice panted, her back curling in offering as he sat up and took the peak of a single dusky nipple into his mouth.

“Much.”

He teased her mercilessly, raining soft kisses down across her breasts, his wily tongue lashing down and around, refusing to pay her nipple any attention. Her skin was growing hot and he could feel her shake in his arms, pleading for more. Yet she held on until he sucked the stiff peak into his mouth, his hands crushing her to him and grinding her down on his cock with just the right amount of force to make her creamy walls pulse around him.

“Liar.”

Low and breathy, the heat in her words sent a shiver straight down his spine, moments before long fingers fisted in hair and dragged his head back. Dark and lustful, Alice’s eyes burned hungrily into his as she lowered her full lips to his, her lush tongue claiming him in a possessive dance that both thrilled and terrified him. This wasn’t part of her game. She wanted him to know he was hers. Her husband. Her lover. He was her man, no matter what, and he’d better not forget it.

She rolled her hips, breaking the kiss and rising until only half of him remained inside her.

“Mmm… Mr Martin,” a soft, girlish voice purred. His heart leaping into his throat, Richard’s eyes shot up to meet Rebecca's big doe eyes, his wife’s sharp, angular face now soft and long. Then, she dropped back down, her lush heat clenching down, like a second mouth sucking him in…

Bolting upright, Richard just managed to brace himself on the armrests of his chair as it righted itself and almost pitched him headfirst into his desk. What the-

Reality caught up with him. He wasn’t at home. He was at work in his office.

Sweating, heart pounding and his cock straining against his trousers, he collapsed back into the treacherous piece of furniture. Cupping his hands over his head and dragging his fingers down his face, he did his best to bite down on a sarcastic laugh. “Thank God. Just a dream-”

“Yo Dick, you feeling alright mate?”

Itneverceasedtoamaze Richard how, even when dressed to meet Holmes & Raine’s business dress code, Mark McClaine always had the look of a second-hand car salesman. It was his perpetual grin. With that boot polish-black hair and moustache, it made him look like John Challis’s Boycie in Only Fools and Horses, just without the sincerity.

Perched in the open door with his arms crossed, he was grinning at Richard like the cat that had got the cream. “Not looking too good there, Dick. Everything okay at home?”

“Yeah, I’m fine mate.” Richard forced a smile. “Just, just got a lot on my mind, that’s all.”

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