Page 96 of The Rejected Wife

"I do…but—" She looks away.

"But what?"

"Uh, I might be a bit too heavy for you?"

I stare at her. "Too heavy. Forme?"

She finally turns her gaze on me. "I’m proud of my curves. They suit me." She tips up her chin. "And it’s not like I have a body positivity issue but…I’m not exactly made for, uh… What you’re suggesting."

"How dare you insult my wife?"

A big smile blooms on her face. And that pleases me, no end.

"In case you haven’t noticed, I’m strong enough to handle you. Besides, you are perfect. I love the flare of your figure. And the handfuls I can take of your thighs when I spread them. And to be able to squeeze your hips when I dive into you from behind, and?—"

"Stop." Her cheeks turn pink.

In response, I grip her hips and coax her up, until she’s positioned over my face. Her juicy pussy is close enough that when a fat drop of her cum slides down her inner thigh, I lick it up.

She shivers and tries to pull away. I squeeze her hips and hold her in place, then drag my whiskered jaw up her pussy lips.

She cries out. Her thigh muscles tremble and, were it not for my hold on her, she’d have fallen. I support her weight, and stare at her core.

"Oh, my God, you’re embarrassing me."

"You should be proud of your beautiful cunt." I lick up the cleavage between her pussy lips, and she whimpers. Her sounds of pleasure spark an inferno in my veins. I slide my tongue inside her slit, reveling in her sweetness. And when I close my lips around her swollen nub, she moans. Her entire body shudders. She grips my hair and tugs on it. The pinpricks of hurt traveling down my spine turn my pulse into a drumbeat of pleasure. I lick and suck and slurp on her pussy like it’s the tastiest dessert I've ever encountered. And when I slide my fingers down the cleavage of her arse cheeks to play with her forbidden hole, she moans. I slide a finger inside her back channel and push three inside her cunt.

That’s when she throws her head back, and with a long, low groan, she climaxes. Her cum coats my tongue and sinks into my blood, adding more fuel to the fire raging in my veins.

Quickly, I lower her to the bed on her back. I settle between her thighs, angle my cock at her opening, and impale her. She’s so wet, I slide all the way in and brush up against that spot inside her I know drives her crazy. Sure enough, she shivers and grabs at my shoulders. The next time I thrust into her, her entire body jolts. The bed moves, and it seems, so does the room; I’m still not used to the way her pussy strangles my cock.

"You’re so fucking hot. So beautiful." I bend and kiss her, and look into her eyes as I fuck into her. I pour my entire being into my actions, this need to bury myself in her.

I try to get as close to her as possible, until it’s my skin and hers, joined together. Until I don’t know where I stop, and she begins. One body. One soul.My heart is hers.I only need to tell her so.

I push into her again while I cup her breast and squeeze her nipple in that way which sends her out of her head. Then, I wrap my fingers around her throat. I squeeze gently, and a flare of lust lights up her eyes. She locks her ankles around my waist, tightens her inner walls around my cock, and I’m a goner.

"Fuck," I breathe into her mouth. "Come with me, baby." She holds my gaze, her pupils so dilated, there’s only a ring of golden brown around the irises. "Come. Now." I piston into her, wanting to please her, knowing I can satisfy her, confident this is going to be the best fuck of her life. And she doesn’t disappoint. She opens her mouth in a silent scream, and I make sure to inhale it as she climaxes.

I fuck her through her orgasm, and when her body jolts with aftershocks, I join her in that place where it’s only us. Where no one can hurt what we've become to each other.

47

Cilla

Your past does not define your future.

-Cilla’s Post-it note

"Mommy, wake up." Little fingers dance over my face. The breathless little girl’s voice brings a smile to my face. I know it’s Serene. Know I need to open my eyes. Sense the light pouring in through the window and filtering through my closed eyelids. But every bone in my body feels tired. My muscles are sore—in a good way. I feel more than well-fucked. I feel satiated. Well taken care of. There’s a warmth that suffuses my being. I’ve never felt this contented.

The days on this idyllic island have been the happiest of my life. We collected Serene from the Sterlings yesterday after brunch and took her on a walk through the paddy fields which the resort organized. Followed by snorkeling in waters so clear, you could see the fish in all their glory. Then, it was back for dinner at the villa. Serene fell asleep very soon after. Tyler wasted no time in carrying me off to bed, and proceeded to fuck me senseless. The man has an insatiable appetite, and the stamina to match. Lucky me. I feel so fortunate to have him and Serene in my life.

"Mommy." There’s a tug on my arm. "I want brekkie."

"Let your mother sleep. I’ll get you breakfast," Tyler’s voice rumbles.

"But, Papa, I want to eat brekkie with Mama." The disappointment in her voice urges me to crack open my eyelids.

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