Page 18 of Angels & Whiskey
Sex with Rich used to be something I craved. He’d take his time, making sure I’d gotten off multiple times before he did. Sometimes he’d please me and not expect anything back. But like everything else, that changed when we got married. At first I just thought he was role-playing, but I finally realized that he craved control—not me.
I hurried and stripped off my jeans and purple sweater, tossing them in the laundry basket followed by my bra and panties. I’d made the mistake a few times of not being “ready” for him. He wanted me wet.As if my pussy instantly became drenched because he said so.
I used to be wet for him all the time. Just the thought of his touch would turn me on. Not anymore. I didn’t enjoy it like I used to. I’d still get off, but it lacked the passion. He was basically a stick it andnotlick it person now. Damn, I missed a good tongue lashing down south.
Crawling under the plush white covers, I slid down, my back coming into contact with the cold sheet. It felt nice against my hot skin as stress coursed through my body. I couldn’t disappoint him. The bruises on my arms already hurt when touched and I didn’t want anymore.
Spreading my legs, I slid my hands down my chest, caressing my breast with my palms and making my nipples pucker slightly. I teased them for a few seconds, trying to send signals to my brain that I was horny—but I wasn’t.
Fuck!
One hand slid down further, not stopping until I felt the slit of my pussy. I heard Rich in the bathroom. I didn’t know what he was doing, but if he caught me playing with myself, he’d be pissed. Continuing my path, my hand slipped lower, the other still trying to get my nipples to harden. I could hear the sound of water running from the bathroom sink, and I knew I only had a few more seconds—maybe a minute tops. My middle finger slipped down, running through my folds and straight to my clit. The moment I felt the nub, green flashed behind my closed eyes—green intoxicating eyes.
I smiled, thinking of the stranger as my finger pressed harder, creating circles on my clit. I moaned slightly as I picturedhishand in place of mine. My finger started to glide effortlessly as my arousal finally coated my finger. Pressing two fingers to my clit, I circled faster, trying to come before Rich stepped out. I knew I shouldn’t, but the eyes and smile of the stranger played in my head …
Damn.
I faintly heard the water turn off in the bathroom and I stilled.Fuck!
Kicking the covers off, I scurried to lay on the top comforter, waiting for my husband. He stepped out of the bathroom, naked. He really did have a nice body. He was cut in all the right places, especially the V that led to his cock.
You’ve licked that. Nothing changes. Use him to get off while you think about Mr. Green Eyes with the bald head.
“You ready for my dick?”
I nodded, biting my lower lip.
Rich walked over to the side of the bed and reached, grabbing a fistful of my brown hair. My head tilted back as he yanked—not hard, but enough to move me. He pressed his lips to mine, licking the seam. I opened, allowing his tongue to enter.
He kissed me for a few seconds then released my hair. “On your knees,” he ordered.
I didn’t hesitate. I knew better.
Raising on all fours, I turned my ass to him as he stepped closer, running his finger down my butt crack and through my folds.
“Damn, princess. Youareready for me. You’re fucking dripping.”
I smiled, my head turned so he couldn’t see me. I wasn’t wet for him that’s for damn sure.
Not waiting to agree with him, I moaned my response as his finger entered me, making my back arch like a cat. He thrust a few times before withdrawing, leaving me empty. I turned my head slightly, looking over my right shoulder as he stuck his finger in his mouth, licking my arousal.
“Sweet as pie, princess. Sweet as fucking pie.”
I smiled in response.Use him to get off while you think about Mr. Green Eyes.I turned my head back, closing my eyes. As Rich entered me, I thought about how Mr. Green Eyes would feel. I moaned, feelinghishard cock stretching me from behind. I didn’t know who he was. I’d probably never see him again, but things happen for a reason. I needed to bump into him today. Without knowing it, he helped me please my husband so I didn’t piss him off again.
Rich grabbed my hips, urging his cock in as I fantasized about the stranger. I wondered whathishands would feel like as he pounded into me … the smell of his skin … the way his tongue would lick the sweat from my back as he made his way down … not stopping until he was sucking my clit into his mouth from behind …
“Fuck, princess,” Rich hissed, breaking my thoughts. He grabbed my hair again, pulling my head back, my back arching. I knew he did it this way to control me. I couldn’t move as he rammed into me over and over and over. “You better be fucking close.”
I’d be closer if you’d shut the fuck up!
I moaned again, playing my role as his balls slapped between my thighs. He groaned, pulling my head back farther. I kept my eyes closed as I pictured my stranger again. Pictured his bald head, his eyes, his smile, his rock hard body asitpounded into me.
“I’m coming and you better too,” Rich groaned.
Rich pumped a few more times as I thought about Mr. Green Eyes stretching me with his cock and then I cried out, my body convulsing as my orgasm shook me.
“That’s a good princess,” Rich praised, his hot seed running down the back of my thigh.
Just in the nick of time. Thank you, Mr. Green Eyes.
