Page 37 of Lethal Devotion
My cock jerks in my fist, a throb of need so intense that for a moment I think I’m about to come just from thethoughtof watching avideo with her in it. I slide my hand down to the base, squeezing it hard to keep myself from erupting too quickly, and suck in a breath through my teeth as my hand moves of its own accord.
I shouldn’t do this.I shouldn’t be even thinking about watching porn of her. I’m not making any of this better. I’m making it worse, indulging fantasies that I shouldn’t have…
If they’re of her with other men, I’ll click away,I tell myself. I don’t want to see her fuck another man. Just the thought makes me feel fucking murderous. But when I click on the link, every thumbnail that loads has a title beneath it that begins withSolo Show.
There are dozens of videos, all of them involving Sienna putting on solo performances. My cock throbs in my fist, my pulse beating so hard I feel lightheaded, anticipation crawling through my veins as I click on the first link.
It shows me a brief, ten-second clip to reel me in. Just that is almost enough to make me come on the spot. If I’d been stroking myself, instead of frozen, staring at the screen, I’d have coated my laptop in so much cum I’d never have gotten it clean.
The clip is of Sienna, in black lingerie, wiggling the straps of the top down her shoulders while she lies back against a mound of pillows on a wide armchair. Her legs are close together, but as she shimmies the straps down her arms, the black lace of her top dropping just low enough to show the beginning of the swells of her small breasts, she flings her legs wide like a dancer. She smiles coquettishly at the camera as her legs part, hooking over the edges of the chair, her black thong all that’s covering her pussy. But it’s barely a scrap of lace, and I can see the edges of her pink folds, just as the top starts to drop?—
The video freezes, and a pop-up window asking for my credit card information appears.
I could honestly watch the preview again and come. But I’m not thinking straight. I’m thinking entirely with my cock at this point, and all it wants is for me to find out what Sienna’s soft pink pussy looks like without that black lace thong covering it.
It’s just a video. It’s better than actually touching her. Better than givingin and fucking her when she’d only be doing it out of obligation. Better than taking advantage…
I’ve never in my life had and kept an erection while typing in my credit card information, but I’m still rock hard by the time I click the button to pay, my pulse racing with anticipation.
The video picks back up right where it left off. Sienna’s legs are hooked over the legs of the chair, that black lace top drifting downward, the fabric just barely hanging off of her nipples now. She reaches down, sliding her fingers up underneath the top, out of view, but I can tell she’s teasing her nipple to a stiff peak, her head dropping back as she lets out a soft, gasping moan.
Oh, fucking Christ.I don’t want to come yet, but I’m already so fucking close. I can feel it, right on the edge, my balls tight and aching, and I want to keep going. I reach over, fumbling with my nightstand drawer as I find a bottle of lube, knowing that this is going to push me over the edge so much faster and still needing it.
I need my cock wet. Wet and slick, the way Sienna would be if I touched her the way she’s touching herself right now. My hand is shaking as I click the bottle open, pouring the liquid directly onto my cock. I hiss when the cool sensation hits my hot, swollen cockhead, but I’m already stroking, a groan tearing from my lips as I hear the wet sound of my now slick shaft.
She’d sound that way with my fingers inside of her. With my cock?—
Sienna, on the screen, is looking at the camera teasingly as she lifts the edge of the black lace covering her breasts. Around the black lace thong, the edges of her pussy are glistening, like she’s wet. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the part of me that hasn’t been completely consumed by lust knows it’s a trick, that she’s done something pre-filming to make it look like she’s soaked, but I don’t care. I’m too far gone.
Too far?—
The moment Sienna lifts the top up, her slender, toned, tanned arms rising above her head, my cock throbs and my balls tighten, and I lose control at the first sight of the curve beneath her breasts, like a fucking teenager seeing a pair of tits for the first time. I barelymanage to reach down and swipe a discarded T-shirt off of the floor to hold against my spurting cock as I groan, coming hard as I stroke myself furiously to the first glimpse I’ve ever had of my wife’s rosy, peaked nipples.
The disappointment that I feel at it being over so soon dissolves the instant that I realize I’m still hard. For the first time in my life, my cock doesn’t go down at all after I cum. It’s still raging, stiff as iron in my fist, droplets of cum clinging to the slick tip as, on the screen, Sienna’s small breasts bounce as she lays back in the armchair.
Oh, fucking God. Her other hand is drifting downwards. I start up the rhythm of my own again as I see her trail her fingertips down her stomach, down to the edge of those tiny panties. She has more patience than I do. I’d have already ripped them off…fuck, she’s teasing me, dipping her fingers under the edge, letting out a soft, breathy moan as her fingers stroke against her inner folds, up to her clit.
I’m dying to see what she looks like there. How pink she is, how slick and wet. I want to imagine how tight she’d be, wrapped around my aching length. Even though I just came, I can already feel my second orgasm building, heat licking down my spine as I roll my palm over my cockhead, letting out a hiss of pleasure.
It feels like an eternity before Sienna tugs the panties to the side, her hand still blocking my view of her perfect, wet cunt. And then, just when I feel like I’m going to go insane, she reaches up, the fabric snapping into place for just a moment before she closes her legs to tug the panties down her hips. She holds them up to the camera for a moment, that mischievous smile on her lips, and then she tosses them aside, bouncing back down into the chair as her legs spread the way they did before.
This time, when she sprawls out, she’s entirely naked. Her legs part, revealing the soft pink flesh between her thighs, and when she reaches down, her fingers spreading those glistening folds, I can feel how close I am to the verge of another orgasm.
I can see her small, tight hole, her inner flesh, her small clit at the very top, where she runs her finger up, circling it. She’s panting now,breathing harder as she strokes herself there, and I try to time my own rhythm to hers, to come when she does.
I’m so close. I don’t know if I’m going to make it.
I know she’s faking it. The logical part of my mindknows. But that doesn’t matter. All I know is that, when Sienna throws her head back on the video and cries out, hips grinding into her hand as she moans out her orgasm, I come harder than I think I ever have in my life.
I pitch forward, one hand gripping the duvet as the other feverishly strokes my length, stomach muscles flexing as I spurt jet after jet of hot cum onto the T-shirt thrown over the keyboard of my laptop, as I come with Sienna.
The guilt that washes over me in the aftermath is immediate. I slam my laptop shut with one hand, breathing hard as I wad up the T-shirt and throw it into the laundry basket. I rake one hand through my hair, feeling my stomach twist with revulsion at myself as I think about what I just did.
I jerked off to a video of my wife. On the surface, that wouldn’t be so bad—except my wife is over fifteen years younger than me, a former stripper who was probably talked into making that video, and married me because her only other choice was to die.
And I just came twice, watching her.
I’m a fucking animal.
