Page 95 of The Rejected Wife

Her eyelids were closing, fatigue pulling her down, when I carried her inside and put her to bed. Unable to sleep myself, I stretched out next to her and settled for watching her. Next to watching my daughter sleep, watching my wife is my new favorite pastime. Those long, thick eyelashes of hers flutter as her eyeballs move behind her closed eyelids. Then, she settles down again. Her breathing grows deeper. Her chest rises and falls. I pull the cover down so I can watch her plump breasts. Yes, I’m gawking. And perhaps, this is stalker-like behavior, but surely, I’m allowed?

We’re legally married, and I’m in love with her— I pause. It still feels foreign to say that to myself. I’m still getting used to these feelings crowding my mind and my chest every time I think of her. I’m still reeling from how right it feels to have her in my life. How it feels so natural to have her by my side, sharing the burden of parenthood. She’s my partner. My other half. My beautiful wife.

As if she feels my scrutiny, she turns toward me, then opens her eyelids. For a few seconds, she stares at me, her expression filling with warmth. Then she drags her gaze down my naked chest, and lust steals into her eyes. She places her palm on my abs and drags it toward my waistband. I place my hand on hers and stop her.

"You must be more than sore."

She smiles. "I still want you."

"You need to recover."

"Hmm." She pretends to think. "I could still deep throat you."

For a second, I’m taken aback, then I bark out a laugh. "Have I created a sex monster?"

"Not my fault you’re so good at it, Mr. Davenport."

"Not my fault that your pussy is so delectable I want to live between your legs, Mrs. Davenport."

Her cheeks flush. So fucking adorable. I lean in and kiss her deeply. My cock instantly thickens. Sparks of lust ignite in my blood. I’ll never not be turned on by her. I release her hand, and she slides it under the waistband of my sweats and then around my dick. I hiss into our kiss. And when she squeezes me from base to crown, those same sparks turn into flames. She climbs between my legs, and without taking her gaze off of me, she slides down and closes her mouth around my cock.

"Fuck." I slide my fingers into her hair, not to direct her as much as support her, as she begins to lick up my shaft. Then, she curls her tongue around the rim of my crown, and it’s such an erotic sight. It’s so very titillating, so seductive, all my attention coalesces onto my cock.

True to her word, she pushes up on her knees and ensures the angle is such that she takes me down her throat. I wrap my fingers around her throat and feel my cock stretch the inner walls. Seeing her mouth stretched around the width of my shaft, spit running down her chin, tears squeezing out from the sides of her eyes, is the most lascivious sight I’ve ever seen. She swallows, and the pressure at the base of my spine spikes. And when she gags, it feels like she’s sucking my soul through my cock.

"You’re the most beautiful woman in the world," I hold the hair back from her face with one hand. The other, I slide down to squeeze her nipple. Then I bring up one knee between her thighs and grind up into her clit.

Her gaze widens, her breathing growing choppy. The pulse at the base of her throat beats rapidly. I know she’s close, as am I. I’m not leaving her behind. I continue to rub her clit, tweak her nipple, and when she bites down on my cock, the pain lends an edge to the pleasure which shoots me over the edge. "Come with me." I pour my cum down her throat.

With a muffled moan, she shudders and jolts and digs her fingers into my thigh as she shatters. I pull out of her, bring her up, and kiss her, tasting myself in her mouth. It’s symbolic of our joining. A mix of me and her. And it’s mind-blowing. I soften the kiss, frame her face, and simply look.

"You’re staring." Her flush deepens.

"Can’t I look at my wife? And after that blow job—" I laugh. "I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again."

Her smile widens. "If that’s all it takes to reduce the big mean CEO and former Marine into putty, then I’ll have to put a blow job on the schedule more often."

I slide my fingers around the nape of her neck. "Ah, but it’s a schedule that’ll have to be dictated by me, baby."

She pouts. "Does it always have to be with you in control?"

"When it comes to sex, yes."

"That’s arrogant."

I stare at her.

"And very dominant of you."

"Is that a problem?"

She holds my gaze, then slowly shakes her head. "Actually, it’s rather hot."

"It’s my turn to return the favor." I tap my chest.

She stares, then shakes her head. "I don’t think so."

"You don’t want me to eat your pussy?"

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