Page 113 of Virtuous Lies

She pulls on the tie of her robe, and it falls open, leaving her naked body on display. My mouth goes dry. She’s fucking perfection. Every inch of her skin calls to me, begging me to take ownership. I want that. She wants that.

Shrugging the silk back, she lets it slide off her shoulders and drop into a discarded pile on my lap.

“Show me how wet you are.”

She wastes no time, a hand cupping her cunt, ring and middle fingers pushing into her pussy.

She whimpers. Her fingers push in and out, but I grab her wrist. She smirks. “Killjoy.”

She lets me pull her fingers from her wet heat, and I move her hand to my mouth. I slide her fingers between my lips, the salty, sweet taste of her excitement coating my tongue. Savoring the taste of her, I drag her fingers reluctantly from my mouth.

Chest heaving, nipples cut like stone, she watches on with dilated pupils.

“Knees on the cushion.”

Resting the back of my head on the chair, I inhale her deeply as her pussy brushes over my face.

Knees on the chair, she adjusts once or twice to find a comfortable position.

“Now you’re gonna lower that sweet cunt to my mouth.”

Hands to the armrest, she lowers herself slowly. I grab her thighs, and she gasps. She’s close enough to my face that I can flick my tongue out to taste her. She drops down farther at the first touch, and I smile.

Fingers bruising the soft skin of her inner thighs, I yank her down, and she yelps in surprise.

“Vinnie,” she moans out, her fight of uncertainty lost the moment her cunt secures itself against my eager mouth.

Pussy plastered against my face, my tongue laps at her clit, massaging the hardening knot. She’s so wet andsofucking soft. I drink her in. She moans and cries, and withinseconds, her hips start moving. She rolls her pussy over my face, and I hum my approval.

“Fuck,” she breathes out, her hand finding my hair and pushing my head deeper into the cushion to let our eyes connect.

I suck her clit, and her movements stop, her eyes closed and mouth slack. She drives into my face ruthlessly, and I suck her harder.

“Vinnie.”

She begins grinding again like the good little whore she is. Her pussy swells beneath my lips.

My cock is so fucking hard, and I let go of her thighs, knowing she isn’t going to release the pressure of her cunt against my mouth.

I suck and lick and swallow her juices like a man fucking starved.

Hand in the waist of my sweats, I pull out my cock, groaning in relief at the cruel way I squeeze it.

I could blow. Two, maybe three quick strokes, and the way my wife rides my mouth would have me blowing ribbons of cum all over my hand.

“Oh, myfuckingGod.” Her whole body trembles above me. “Vinnie, I...fuck,I’m,Jesus...”She throws her head back with a throaty groan. “I’m gonna come. I’m...Vinnie.”Her weight falls onto my face, and she comes, hard and urgent. My tongue doesn’t stop. It bathes in her cum, drinking her in one sinful shudder at a time.

Eventually, she falls forward, her forehead hitting the backrest of the armchair.

I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, and she pushes at the crown of my head. “No more.”

I lick it again, just to prove a point, and she half growls, half moans, her pussy chasing my mouth.

“Greedy little whore.” I kiss her clit then slide out from under her. “Don’t move.”

“Hm,” she grinds out.

Thick beads of cum pool at my tip, begging to release in a sluice of dominance and passion.

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