Page 101 of The Cursed Chalice
The need to devour her consumes me. Her juices trickle out of her and down into my mouth. I move my hand down my body to my pants to free my erection.
Her grip tightens in my hair, and she rocks her hips faster. Her eyes stay on mine. “Yes, fuck, baby. Just like that.”
My fingers dig deeper into her ass.
She leans forward, her forehead pressing onto the dark wood panel on the wall.
“Fuck. I'm going to cum.” Both her hands are now on top of my head, pulling at the strands of my hair. She grunts. “Right there, baby, right there.” She screams and throws her body back.
I hold her as she trembles over my face. When she stops shaking, I bring her down. Her hands hold on to my shoulders, and she eases down onto my lap.
“Your face is wet,” she whispers.
“It’s the best taste in the world,” I mutter.
SORAYA
“It is?” I lean forward and kiss the side of his cheek and smile. “You’re right. I taste delicious.”
His cock thickens under me. I lift myself up onto my knees, then hold his cock as I sink myself down slowly.
Ares’ eyes roll to the back of his head. “Fuck, wife.”
Holding his face, I brush my brush against his. With a moan, I kiss him. My hips lift and fall, creating a new rhythm.
Ares holds my ass and pounds into me. I break the kiss and stare into his eyes.
“I love you, baby.”
His neck bobs as he swallows. “Fuck, you’re making me want to come.”
I slam myself down to meet his pounding, holding his jaw taut. “Say it. Say you love me too.”
Ares stops and holds on to my back and waist. “I love you, Soraya…with my everything.”
Something changes in that moment, and I feel the need to give him everything I have. I rock my hips in a circle. Ares groans.
“Come for me, Ares. Show me how much you love me.”
He grips my waist and slams into me hard. “I fucking love you.”
My pussy flutters as if I’m going to again. I whisper against his lips, “Say it again.”
His body trembles. “I fucking love you. I’m about to come.”
I hold his face between my hands; our eyes never leave each other.
“Cum with me, Soraya,” Ares’ words are strained.
My breast rubs against his chest. The thunderclaps in the back, and my orgasm comes crashing down.
I groan, digging my nails into his neck and chest. Ares keeps thrusting inside me.
The front door opens, and I dip my head down. “Ares.”
Deimos’ voice echoes through the halls. “Phobos, you told me you would get it.”
“The fuck? I didn’t know you would need that shit today,” Phobos replies.
