Page 83 of Tarnished Vow

I was lucky to get her in our bed once a week.

“I didn’t think you’d be home.” She gave me a side way look before walking around the bed.

“Lately it’s been long nights.” Gripping the edge of my t-shirt and taking it off, I threw it to the ground. Watching as she got in bed, keeping the shirt covering her ass.

I moved to lie next to her. Pulling her closer to me, before tracing her cheek. I missed having her always within arm’s reach. For years, I hadn’t kept my hands off her. The last few months were equal to a detox.

She closed her eyes. “I missed you too.” I loved how she was letting me touch her again.

Slowly brushing her hair back, I leaned down, taking her fingers in my mouth. Just the taste of her tightened everyone of my muscles. Fuck.

She opened her eyes immediately. “What are you doing?”

“If you tell me to stop, I will, okay?”

She slowly nodded.

“Finishing what you started,” licking both fingers clean, “What you touched of mine without permission.” Moving my hand down her stomach.

“Spread your legs, my love,” I kissed her jaw. “Now go back to what you were doing.”

Gently I held her face, “but use my hand.”

Her breathing instantly sharper.

“Let me watch you gush all over my fingers.”

It was going to take all my self-control not to take over. Months. Fucking Months. I had waited for this.

During the claiming, I had been robbed of seeing her. If I had a choice, the lights would have stayed on.

Her hips arched as she pushed two fingers in. Soaking. Fucking. Wet.

“Fuck, baby,” I bit her lip, “open your eyes, look at me while you use me.”

Every small gasp made my dick throb harder. Brushing my thumb over her clit, the moan that followed caused my blood to rush.

Clenching my jaw, trying to keep my fingers still. “You’re doing so good, baby. Look at your pussy swallowing my fingers.” Holding my groan back, “Show me you can take three.” Kissing her. I pull back, watching as she pushes three of my fingers in. Moving my thumb over her clit again, “fucking perfect.”

Swallowing tightly, I really hadn’t thought this through. Pre cum leaking from my cock.

“Please,” she whispered breathlessly against my lips. “Take care of your wife.”

Any self-restraint I had disappeared. She had said that on purpose. Curling my fingers forward, she let go of my hand. At first I moved slowly, watching her arch to my pace, ignoring how she kept pushing her hips, trying to thrust down on me.

“Take that top off, show your husband those perfect fucking tits.”

Watching too eagerly as she pulls it off. Naked and at my control. Better than my fantasies.

Rubbing my thumb over her clit, keeping the same slow pace.

“Your nipples are begging to be dripping with my cum.” Biting on her bottom lip harder. “You’d wipe every drop off and eat it, wouldn’t you?”

Groaning, as she clenched around my fingers, “You like the sound of that hey baby, covered in your husband's cum.” Pickingup my pace, my dick throbbing, “Licking the mess you made of me off your fingers.”

She clenched so hard around my fingers. Fuck. She was finishing.

“Look at me, baby, open your eyes. I want to see you finish.”

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