My body jerks forward, a grunt echoing inside our kitchen as my fists clench into a ball and rest against the marble countertop.
The inside of her mouth is warm like a blanket on a cold winter's night. Charlotte takes her time, sliding me in and out, forcing me to control my need to blow at this very second.
Charlotte has memorized every single part of my body and each inch of my throbbing cock. My eyes are focused on the saliva building up around her mouth. The more, the fucking merrier. When her gaze flicks up, the submissive stare is enough for me to take what I want.
She knows just the man I am and exactly what will get me off to a roaring finish.
My hands rest on the back of her head, and without a care in the world, I thrust myself in deep, desperate to hear my cock hitting the back of her throat.
Her eyes widen as she makes a choking sound, the sound heightening my senses to the point of madness. Unable to control myself, I hold her head in position until her eyes begin to water then I release her abruptly.
“Again,”she begs with pleading eyes.
This time, I run my hands through her hair, forcefully pushing her deep until her choke echoes louder. My wife is fucking beautiful when she takes me all in, submissive to my commands when I need to own her.
My muscles tense as my entire body succumbs to my desires. The beat of my heart is racing a marathon while the hairs on my arms and the nape of my neck rise.
“One more,” I command.
Charlotte opens her mouth wide again, staring back with a watery gaze. I thrust hard. Then all my nerve endings hit their peak as I blow inside her mouth.
I let out a drawn-out growl, unable to control the warmth all over my body.
“Fuck,” I grit with a ragged breath.
Charlotte throws her head back, almost hitting the countertop. Her chest rises and falls as she tries to catch her own breath.
But we are far from finished.
“So, Mrs. Edwards, do you have plans for me?”
A slow smile builds on Charlotte’s face as she licks around the edge of her lips, making sure she’s tasted all of me. Then, she presses her palms against the marble countertop and raises her body to sit on top of it.
“I know you’re hungry, and I’ve got something you can feast on,” she teases, spreading her legs apart.
Through the sheer lace panties, my eyes focus on the moist fabric.Fuck, she’s soaking wet, and I am hungry.
“Famished,” I inform her.
Her hand moves between her legs then she shoves her panties aside, exposing her delicious pussy. With her other hand, she clutches my hair and shoves my face right into her.
“Then, eat me,” she demands.
THIRTEEN
The time when tragedy brought us a blessing
Why won’t she pick up her fucking phone?
The memories plague me like a reoccurring nightmare.
I could have lost my wife and baby.
All because ofhim.
Falling pregnant with another baby wasn’t in our plans, though—a blessing in disguise. Charlotte was shocked when I told her at Christmas, in our bathroom while our family was celebrating inside our living room.
I’d memorized every inch of Charlotte’s body. The way her tits sat so firmly against her chest to the size of her nipples. I’ve spent hours devouring her body because I couldn’t get enough.