Page 44 of Pen Pal

I answered the call, smirking when I heard his disgusting voice start spewing profanities. I placed the phone next to Amara’s contorted face asI slammed my cock inside her, and she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut.

“She can’t come to the phone right now,” I taunted, reaching around her body to pluck at her clit as she writhed against me.

“Who the fuck are you?” Mark bellowed, and I laughed, leaning forward to spit on Amara’s puckered hole.

I sucked on my thumb before I circled her back hole, and she shuddered, pressing against my fingers, needing more. I pushed my finger inside her ass, and she let out a long, low groan.

“I’m the man who’s been fucking your wife,” I smirked, ramming my cock inside my girl as she tried and failed to stifle her moans. “This is what pleasure actually sounds like, dick.”

I thrust deeper, Amara’s voice growing hoarse, her cries haunted and deep. I pulled my finger out and slapped her ass, and she clenched on my cock.

“Stay the fuck away from my wife!” Mark screamed.

I chuckled, shoving another finger in her ass as her moans grew tortured. “No, I don’t think I will,” I groaned. “Fuck, was she this tight and wet for you? I can’tget enough.”

“Shut the fuck up, bastard,” he shouted.

Amara’s pussy fluttered, her eyes rolled back in her head, and I knew she was close.

“I’m hanging up now,” I smiled, taking the phone and bringing it to my mouth. “Because she’s about to come all over my cock, and only I get to hear the sounds she makes when she comes. You’ll never know that sound, asshole, and if you call her again, I’ll make sure you can never fuck anyone again, capiche? She’s mine now.”

I hung up just as Amara lost herself, her pussy contracting as her clit vibrated against my fingers, crying out my name as she milked me, pulling me into a frenzied, intense orgasm with her. I erupted inside her, bathing her insides with my come.

I looked down, laughing, when I realized her nails raked down my thighs, leaving red streaks. “That’s right, mark me up, baby. I want everyone to know who made you come that hard.”

She groaned, still twitching around me as I removed my hand from her clit, fisting her hair, forcing her to arch her back for me as I slid in deeper. “Take me to the hilt, baby,” I groaned. “Take all of me, and all my come.”

She panted, and we stayed tangled up in each other for a few more moments until the last throes of our orgasms faded, and I pulled out.

She tried to lift herself from the table, but her sweaty palms slipped, and she lay there, helpless.

I hooked my arms around hers and pulled her up, pulling her skirt down to cover that gorgeous ass. I pulled her panties from my uniform, the same ones I stole from her the first time I fucked her, and I pulled them up her legs.

“Keep my come where it belongs,” I growled in her ear, nipping at it.

She shuddered, leaning against me as her lips met mine, hungrily tasting herself as her tongue stroked mine.

“When?” she asked, and I knew what she was talking about.

“You got my letter?” I murmured. “Next court date.”

She nodded, pulling herself up on her wobbly legs. They shook uncontrollably, and my chest swelled with pride.

“That’s in two days,” she whispered.

“Soon,” I agreed, gripping her hair. “Now, you made a mess, my little lawyer. Clean it up.”

I pushed her down to her knees, and her eyes widened, shocked that my cock was still hard.

She looked into my eyes as she took the base of my cock, then my dick disappeared inside her mouth.

I bit my lip as she stroked and sucked me, her eyes tearing up, ruining her makeup as it smeared in black streaks down her face.

“Beautiful,” I whispered reverently.

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Amara

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