Page 56 of Stitch
“Thought you were going to angry fuck me, Stitch. Is that all you’ve got?”
Could she be more fucking perfect? I reached down to wrap her long silky hair around my fist, and dragged her head up off the bed, while my other hand held her in place. She wanted angry fucking? She’d get the best I could fucking give her.
“You think sassing me is gonna get you what you want? My whore of a wife just wants my dick all the damn time, you just need me in your pussy, don’t you? Bet you even want me in this tight ass of yours.”
The way she rippled around my dick told me what she wouldn’t put her voice to. It was fine, because I knew she’d let me. It wasn’t on her list, but it was going to be, because I’d add it my damn self, to match up nicely with the ‘fuck my hot wifey in the ass’ which was on my list, and not just once, but three times now. What can I say? I wanted every part of her.
I pulled out of her just long enough to slide my fingers into that sweet wet pussy of hers, and drag that moisture up to her asshole, and then I slid back inside her as I started fingering her other hole.
“Dammit, Stitch!”
Yeah, she likes that alright. My phone suddenly started buzzing on the bedside shelf and I lunged over to grab it; it was Reacher, and that was kinda perfect.
“Keep quiet babe, I need to take this.”
“What?Stop!”
I laughed, and answered the phone, my dick and finger still deep in her holes.
“Hey brother, this is unexpected.”
I switched the phone onto speaker, and set it on the bed beside my wife.
“I just thought I’d check in with you both, and see how things are going.”
I grinned as I pulled back and slammed deep inside Camille, who had buried her face in the bedding to try and muffle the squeak that normally slipped outeach time.
“Yeah, we’re good thanks, brother. Just doing, you know, uh… honeymoon stuff.”
Reacher groaned. “Tell me you’re not in the middle of that right now, dammit. I can call back.”
I thrust again and moved my finger inside her ass, twisting it slightly, and she let out a breathy ‘oh god’ in response.
“Fuck’s sake. Why did you even answer the damn phone, Stitch? I don’t wanna listen to you guys fucking!”
I smirked, feeling the sweet sweet revenge at last.
“Well… I figured if it’s good enough for you to do to me, brother, then it was only fair that I return the favour.” I started fucking Camille with rapid jerks of my hips, making sure Reacher could hear our skin slapping together.
“That was one time, dammit. I’m hanging up.”
“Wait!”
Reacher let out a frustrated growl.
“What?”
I reached under Camille, and pinched her clit, grinning proudly as she fucking lit up with her orgasm, letting out several breathy gasps, and then a low moan as her body flexed, and her pussy clenched around my dick. I followed her into fucking blessed relief, and made sure Reacher heard every second of it.
“You sick fucking bastard.”
I laughed, the sound breathy and triumphant.
“Maybe you’ll think twice about fucking your old lady when you’re talking to me, Reacher.”
He snorted. “Thanks for the lesson, you sick fuck. Cammy? Slap him for me, yeah?”
She giggled, and turned to look at me, still trapped beneath me, and with her holes stuffed.
