Page 79 of Choosing Hope
Christ, just watching her is one of the most spellbinding things I’ve seen in a long time.
My heart squeezes as I watch my best friend’s cock sinking between my wife’s lips. The burn of jealousy is making everything more intense, but I can’t determine if it’s due to him touching Sophie, or Sophie touching him.
Carlo’s staring at me, and the intensity of his dark stare forces my hand to my crotch, squeezing myself through my trousers to relieve the tight sensation.
He licks his lips. The bastard knows what he’s doing. His eyelids are growing heavy, telling me he’s close.
His dark tanned skin and typically Italian features are the perfect contrast to her delicate fairness. Like a Ying-Yang or ebony and ivory. Totally opposite, and yet, designed to fit together. They’re dazzling together, like two beacons of light that lure my darkness toward them.
My breathing is labored as I watch his fingers dipping down into her pussy.
“Christ, you’re so good at sucking my cock, Bella,” he purrs. “You’re getting almost as good as your husband.”
She groans, and I can feel the vibration from her mouth rattling up my shaft.
The sensation forces my eyelids to slam shut, for fear I won’t last. I take a deep breath to regain control of my body.
Unwilling to miss their show, I crack my eyes back open just in time to see him slip his bare dick inside her. She throws her head back at his intrusion.
The angle of her body in that fucking chair, which is absolutely coming home with us, allows Sophie to sit up enough that she can see me through the glazed window.
Her gaze meets mine for a few moments. Her pupils are enormous, covering most of her irises, indicating she’s seconds away. When Carlo picks up the pace, pounding into her, she slams them shut.
Fuck me, do I love watching his round butt tensing as he drives himself deeper, and deeper inside my wife?
I consider removing myself from my trousers, as my fist rubs my dick harder through the fabric, conscious my touch is no longer relieving the tightness there.
A distant high-pitched noise pours into my ears, and I realize it’s coming from Sophie.
Christ. She’s going to cum again already. This entire scene is really turning her on, and the thought of that makes my situation worse.
Carlo maintains his relentless rhythm at an unnatural pace. Seeing his enthusiasm makes me feel like breathing for her. I know he’s missed her; I can see it every time he looks at her.
It’s impossible not to witness the moment she detonates, because she literally explodes, fluid pouring down onto Carlo’s feet. She’s fucking squirting all over them.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Kalie’s voice groans.
I turn pushing her away as if she’s scolded me. The idea of her watching my wife and best friend’s pleasure abhorrent.
“Go away. I’ve told you I’m not interested,” I growl, talking to Kalie, being anywhere near her makes me feel dirty all of a sudden.
I pivot back to my viewing position in an ill thought out ridiculous attempt to fill the window so that she can’t see them. Experience should have told me Kalie wouldn’t give up.
“What’s got into you tonight?” she snaps.
Her hands circle me from behind, touching me through my trousers.
“Don’t you want your wife to know . . .”
A flash of what I interpret to be pain crosses Sophie’s face. Seeing her discomfort is enough to ignite my fury.
I spin back to Kalie, thrusting her back from me harshly.
“I’ve told you nicely, but you won’t fucking listen, will you? Fuck. Off.”
“Spencer!” Sophie’s reprimanding tone rattles through my phone speaker.
I pivot, glancing back at my wife. My best friend’s head is now between her legs, and her body is jerking, as if his tongue is electrocuting her.
