Page 122 of The Rejected Wife

He chuckles. And the sound is so sexy. So male. So, everything. I go up on tiptoe, push myself closer to him. He plants his big hands on my hips and hauls me up, so my feet lift off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist, so my core is pressed into that thick column at his crotch. He feels so hard, so heavy, so perfect… My throat closes. My mouth dries.

At the same time, I’m so wet between my thighs, I’m sure I’m staining his pants. He slides his hands down to cup my butt cheeks, and a ripple of delight runs up my spine. I never imagined that part of my body could be so responsive, but whenever he touches me, wherever he touches me, it turns my entire body into a miasma of sensory delight.

He turns away from our daughter’s room, managing to pull the door shut behind him. Then he walks to our bedroom, kicks the door shut behind us and drops me on the bed.

I bounce once, looking up at him in shock and bemusement. It quickly turns to delight when he first, straightens the cuffs of his sleeves, undoes a few more buttons, then reaches behind himself. In one smooth move which has his biceps bunching, he pulls off his shirt.

I stare greedily at the expanse of skin, the dog tags in the dip between his pecs, the tattoos. I run my fingers over the roman numerals.The date I met him. The date I first saw my daughter.

He toes off his shoes.

The clink of his belt buckle, and the r-r-r-i-p of his zipper being lowered sends a flurry of anticipation up my spine. He shucks his pants, his briefs and his socks in one go. When he straightens, his heavy cock juts out from the thatch of neatly trimmed hair. I know how that feels against my skin. His shaft is a work of delight. Crafted with great precision, it’s beautiful, gorgeous, and tastes so good. Like it’s mine. Like he’s mine. He stands, elbows tucked at his sides, allowing me to look my fill. Then, he walks over to stand in front of me.

"Touch me," he orders.

I need no further prompting. I wrap my fingers around his throbbing dick. When he groans, a flourish of satisfaction, of power, surges through me. I bend, closing my mouth around the swollen crown.

"Fuck." He bunches my hair away from my face, holding it back. I look up to find him staring at how my lips are wrapped around his dick. I hold onto the outside of his thighs, then dip my head and close my mouth around his cock.

"Jesus," he swears.

My jaw already aches, but the look of absolute rapture on his features is worth it. I pull back, until he’s balanced at my lips, then once again, angle my chin. I take him down my throat.

"Bloody hell." Holding my hair back with one hand, he wraps his long, thick fingers around my throat from the back. The tips meet, so I’m wearing them like a necklace—or a collar. Like I belong to him. I do belong to him.

"I love you." The sound emerges muffled. He must understand what I mean though, for the look in his eyes turns even more possessive. And more tender. And more dominating.

"I can feel my cock down your throat. Do you know how much of a fucking turn on that is?"

He squeezes gently, not enough to hurt me or cut off my air, but with the right amount of pressure for me to feel every individual finger of his against my throat. With his dick blocking my windpipe, I should feel like I’m choking, but instead, I feel like I'm possessed by him. I feel weighed down by his presence. I feel grounded, like I’m wrapped in a weighted blanket. And with his gaze on me, being at the center of his focus, I feel strangely secure.

Tears leak from my eyes, and I try to breathe through my nose.

He tugs on my hair enough for me to release my hold on his cock. Then, he takes control and begins to steer me. Without removing his fingers from around my neck, he maneuvers me back and forth, back and forth, so his cock slips out then back in, then again. He takes charge so seamlessly, with so much confidence, I have to hold onto his thighs for support. Each time he slips down my throat, he fills me up in an imitation of how his cock would feel inside my pussy.

My core clenches, and moisture pools between my legs. My nipples are so hard, my breasts so heavy… His gaze holds mine, the connection growing stronger. More intense. The air between us grows heavy with our chemistry. It pushes down on my shoulders, causing sweat to pool under my armpits. Causing my thighs to clench, and my toes to curl. I’m so turned on, I know I’m going to come any second.

As if he can read my mind, he releases his hold on me and pulls out. He applies just enough pressure on my shoulders, that I lay back. He unfastens my jeans and pulls them off, along with my panties. Then, wraps his fingers around my ankles and pulls them apart. He stares at the flesh between my thighs so intently, a blush swooshes up my body.

"Tyler," I protest. "What are you doing?"

"Looking at my pussy, do you mind?" Then he drops to his knees, throws my legs over his shoulders, and lowers his face to the tender flesh.

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Tyler

I bury my nose in her pussy and draw in a deep breath. Her feminine scent goes straight to my head. And when I lick up the cleavage of her pussy lips, she cries out.

"Tyler!" She digs her fingers into my hair and tugs. The pain zips from my scalp, down my spine, and straight to my balls. My lust spikes. My pulse thuds at my temples. I lick into her slit, so her taste fills my senses, then swipe my tongue to her swollen nub. I flick my tongue around it, sucking on it as she moans, trying to wriggle away. I place my arm across her lower belly, holding her in place, then continue to lick and tug between her pussy lips. I thrust two fingers inside of her, weaving them in and out of her, feeling her grow even more wet, until her cum slithers down my wrist. Then I curve my fingers inside her, crushing up against that spongy, secret spot deep inside of her.

She cries out, her body curves, and her hips rise off the bed. She shatters around my mouth, her juices running down her inner thighs.

"That’s it, baby, let yourself go; just like that." I continue to lick the evidence of her climax, until her body slumps, then rise up to plant my hips between her legs. I grab either side of the lapels of her blouse and tug. The delicate material tears to reveal the slopes of her breasts spilling over her bra. She gasps, looking at me with lust-filled eyes.

I unhook her bra and pull it off, then cup both of her breasts. I massage them and push them together, then bend and take one nipple between my lips. The sensations swirl inside me, thrumming against my skin, coiling in my chest. I sip on her other nipple, reveling in the shudders gripping her.

Then straightening, I reach down and position my cock at her opening. I look into her eyes and push inside her.

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