Page 85 of Stolen Sun

“Rub your clit for me,” I tell her.

Her arm lifts from the bench, and I watch her shoulder move as she plays with herself.

“Good girl. Do it like I would. Push down in a circle.”

“Declan, oh, God,” she moans.

“That’s it, baby,” I praise her as she tightens her pussy against my cock again.

I reach down to pinch her nipple, and she cries out. Thrusting into her harder now, I have to hold onto her shoulder to keep her in place. My girl likes to move her hips against me, and I love watching that ass pop.

“Goddamn, Noel, you’re gonna make me come before you,” I grind out.

“Yes!” She screams out. “Oh, Declan, yes!”

Her orgasm comes out of fucking nowhere, so I’m glad I already lubed up. Keeping my pace, I feel my balls clenching as her pussy tightens. Her screams set me over the fucking edge.

“Fuck, baby girl, take it all,” I slam into her hard. While I come deep inside her, I start to fuck her ass with the vibrator slowly. She tries to wiggle away, but I grab her hips and shove my cock back into her as she continues to pulse around it.

“Let it in, baby. Let it in, while you’re still high on my dick,” my voice is deep and rough even though I meant for it to be soothing.

She takes a deep breath and grabs my thigh, as I push the vibrating butt plug inside of her ass a little more each time. When it sinks the rest of the way in, I turn it off. Pulling my semi-hard dick out of her cunt, I rub her ass to admire how good she looks from here.

“Baby girl, you are the perfect fantasy,” I tell her.

Her little whimper is so fucking cute. I wish I had time to play with her some more, butI don’t.

Standing her up, she looks at me wide-eyed. “Aren’t you going to take it out?” She asks.

“No,” I say, pulling her back under the water to bathe her.

“What do you mean?” She looks down at me with her hands resting on my shoulders while I wash her pussy and legs.

“In a couple of hours, you will turn it back on and fuck yourself with it.” I stand to wash the rest of her then myself.

“What?” She giggles.

“I’m not joking. I want a video of you getting off by fucking yourself in the ass by lunch.”

“Um, I don’t know. Wait, where are you going?” She asks, still wide-eyed.

“I need to go take care of something this morning, but I won’t be gone too long. Start packing while you wait. The more comfortable you are with that plug, the more you’ll enjoy it when it’s me.”

“Oh,” she says, realizing my intentions.

I grab my towel, wink at her and leave her dazed in the shower.

After throwing some clothes on, I leave the bathroom while she’s still in the shower washing her hair.

I set the alarm and grab all the keys to make sure she doesn’t try to leave the house while I’m gone. I’m not convinced she won’t try to see her father without me, and I can’t take that chance today.

I put my gear on in the garage and mount my bike.

In no time at all, I meet Zander on the side of the road. We walk our bikes into the woods for safekeeping and follow the trail we mapped out last week to the house. Her mother’s car is gone but an older white Buick in its place. Based on our surveillance over the past couple of weeks, I know it belongs to the cook.

Zander and I don’t speak. Our plans have already been discussed to avoid any confusion in the moment. We’ve planned for as many fuck ups as possible, and it’s finally go time.

Slipping on our masks, we walk up the steps to the kitchen entrance. No sound of movement in the kitchen could mean one of two things. Either way, we’re free to enter the house. Zander goes first, so he can go to the control room. I lurk through the shadows to find the man responsible for all of my wife’s misery.

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