Page 18 of The Rejected Wife

She frowns, but unable to stop herself from obeying, she does as I ask at once.Damn, this need in her to indulge my desires as much as I ache to satisfy her feels like the last nail on the coffin of my bachelorhood.I can’t believe I’m thinking this way, but how can I stop when it feels so natural to envisage a future with her?

I grab at the hem of her blouse and pull it up and off. I toss it aside, and glance down at her the swell of her tits in her lacy bra. The dark shadows of her nipples are outlined against the fabric. My cock throbs as blood drains to my groin. Unable to stop myself, I bend and bury my face between her breasts.

She shivers, and when I lick into her cleavage, she groans. I wrap my thumb and forefinger around one nipple and pluck on it. She gasps, digs her fingers into my hair, and holds on.

I bring up my other hand, weigh her other breast, before squeezing down on her other nipple. "Oh, Tyler," she moans.

I raise my head, look into her lust-filled eyes, and tug on both nipples.

Instantly, she arches her back, pushing her breasts closer for my ministrations. I reach behind her, unhook her bra, pull it off, then cupping both her tits, I bury my face between them again.

She tugs on my hair, and the little shockwaves of pain zing down to my balls. Once more, I ignore the need to bury myself in her sweet pussy.Focus on her pleasure. Her rapture. Her fulfillment.I move my head and suck on her nipple. She quivers. I squeeze her tits together and move my head to suckle on her other one. I bite down gently on her nipple, and she cries out. I straighten, close my mouth over hers and kiss her deeply.

She responds avidly, opening for me. The candied taste of her sends a rush of dopamine through my bloodstream. It’s still not as sweet as the hallowed flesh between her legs. I need to see her naked.

I reach down, unfasten the button of her skirt, and lower the zip. When she raises her hips, I tug the skirt down her legs and pull it off along with her flats.Then I push her down on her back.

Giving myself only a second to admire her creamy thighs, I tug off her panties. Then, because I can’t resist, I bring them to my face and sniff.

"You’re filthy," she cries. The embarrassment in her voice is tinged with lust.

I look into her eyes and respond, "Only for you, baby." I toss them over my shoulder, and when she tries to rise, I place my palm in the center of her body and push down. "Stay."

She instantly subsides. And her ability to obey me without question tells me she trusts me. And that jolts my need to a fever pitch. Something snaps inside of me. I use the weight of my hand to hold her down while I slide down her body. I settle between her legs and stare at her pink swollen flesh.

"What are you doing?” she asks on a gasp, but doesn’t try to close her thighs. Fuck if that doesn’t arouse me further. Give me a woman who revels in her sexuality. Who lives life to the fullest like me, and who grabs pleasure and enjoys it because she knows she’s worth it. The thought turns my cock to stone.

I drag my nose up the seam of her pussy lips. Her entire body shivers. I lick up and around her clit, and goosebumps pop across her belly.

"Tyler. Please." She squirms under me.

I close my lips around the swollen bud and suck. She cries out. I throw her legs over my shoulders and, gripping her hips to keep her in place, I stuff my tongue inside her slit.

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Priscilla

He curls his tongue inside me, and little balls of fire erupt under my skin. My blood feels like it’s boiling. Sweat beads my temples. I grab at the bedclothes on either side of my body, push my head into the mattress, and try to stop myself from coming again so embarrassingly soon. But when he grazes his stubbled chin up my pussy, I wail.

The sound is so vulnerable, so heavy with lust, it turns me on even more. I’m aware of my inner walls pulsing. Of moisture sliding out from between my legs.

He licks up my cum, then proceeds to suck on my pussy, using just enough of his teeth to cause a combination of pain and pleasure to squeeze my lower body. "Tyler, please. Ty," I whine.

In response, he drags his tongue down my slit to my forbidden back hole, then back up again to my cunt. Then, he pries my pussy lips apart and focuses solely on my slit. He sips and slurps and draws on the swollen bud until I’m out of my head with wanting. My toes curl, my hips quake. Full body shudders oscillate up and down my length. "Tyler, please, please, please."

"What do you want, baby?" he whispers into my cunt.

"You." Half out of my head with need, unable to bear the emptiness clawing deep inside of me, I yank on his hair, desperate to have him, to kiss him. To have him replace his tongue with the part of him that I haven’t yet seen. "I need you, please."

The longing in my voice must finally get through to him, for he pushes off of me. In a fluid move which has his biceps bulging and the planes of his back stretching his shirt, he rolls off the bed and straightens. With more than a little swagger, he rolls down the sleeves of his shirt. He undoes a couple of his buttons, then reaches behind his back and, in a very quintessentially male gesture, he pulls off his shirt and throws it aside.

I greedily drink in the expanse of his chest planes, the dog tags which nestle between his pecs, the corrugated eight-pack abs which turn it into a work of art, and then that Adonis belt.Oh, my God.

Then there’s the tattoo over his heart. I peer at the Japanese-style cherry blossom branch that appears to break through dog tags inked into his skin. The blossoms aren't the traditional pink—they're rendered in the watercolor style using the colors of military service medals. They look like drops of color catching the light. Before I can ask him what the tattoo signifies, a jangle of metal draws my attention to his waistband.

He undoes his belt, lowers his zipper, and then shucks off his pants and his briefs in one sweep. When he straightens, I take in the powerful thighs corded with muscle and the heavy organ jutting up from the nest of hair at his crotch.Jesus.He’s bigger than I imagined. I felt the length of him pressed up against my core, but seeing his cock in its full naked glory ignites specks of fire in my blood and turns them into flaming cannonballs.

My mouth waters. My jaws ache in expectation. My pussy trembles… And it’s not just from anticipation. It's a wariness, which has everything to do with self-preservation. From the primal rush of knowing this is a man at the apex of his masculinity standing before me. So virile. He could probably impregnate me just looking at me.

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