23. Josh

My command hangs in the air around us, coated in anticipation, yet our eyes never break away from one another. I watch her as she absorbs my demands, and turns the words over in that pretty little head of hers, never once letting her mask slip. What is she thinking? No doubt she is contemplating the pros and cons of submitting to me, making a list in her head of all the reasons why she shouldn’t do this, and the one reason she should.

Because she’s mine.

“What’s the matter, Tink, are you scared?” I taunt, knowing that just as easily as she pushes me, I can also push her in return.

“I’m not scared,” she is quick to gasp out, barely saying anything at all, yet telling me everything all the same. She is scared. Not because she doesn’t want this, but because she does.

All the signs are there, I see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, spy the glazed look in her eyes that I now know means she is turned on, all the way down to the fidgeting of her hands. She wants to give me the power, she wants me to have the control, and who am I to deny my wife anything?

Tell me what to do and I’ll do it, Joshua, I’ll do anything for you.

“Then lose the dress, and get on your knees, Hallie, I won’t ask again.”

As if on instinct, her hands reach down to the hem of her dress and slowly start to pull it up, inch by delicious inch, revealing her smooth and silky skin. I spy a familiar peak of black lace as the dress comes up over her hips, only to be followed by a matching bra as she pulls the fabric off over her head. My eyes scan every inch of her, as my hands grip the arms of the chair so tight that my knuckles turn white. For a moment I think I have never seen anything better, but then she lowers herself down, her knees hitting the floor first, and then her hands coming out in front of her until she is on all fours.

Fuck, she is a goddess.

I thought she might refuse me, or at least hesitate long enough to tell me to go fuck myself, but watching her drop into position has to be the best thing I have ever seen in my life. My cock is rock hard, straining against my pants, as she starts to crawl towards me, her hips swaying with every move. Her bedroom is silent except for the pounding in my ears, as our eyes watch one another in complete and utter fascination.

“Is this what you want?” she asks boldly, licking her lips as she moves towards me, and I have to blink a couple of times to process the powerful image before me.

Hallie Rose Sanders is on her knees for me.

No, Hallie Rose Peters is on her knees for me.

Fuck, I’m a lucky guy.

“No,” I hiss, gripping the chair even tighter. “This isn’t what I want, it’s what I need” I tell her, watching as she gets closer and closer. My entire body is pining for her touch, just so desperate for her to have her hands on me that I almost can’t get out my next words. Especially when she finally reaches me and kneels at my feet, her eyes looking up at mine, patiently awaiting her next command. “Undo my pants and take out my cock.” My voice is low and lethal, yet she obeys me instantly.

Her hands shake slightly, as she reaches out and slowly begins to unbuckle my belt while I watch her every move. Her fingers are meticulous in the way they work, removing my belt first, and then slowly unzipping my pants, until she can reach inside and feel the length of me. Her eyes widen when she realizes how hard I am for her, my chest already heaving in breaths as I await the feel of her skin on mine, but she doesn’t hesitate. She wraps her hand around the base of my cock, as I lift slightly, helping her with pulling down my pants and boxers.

When my cock is finally free, she stares at it for a moment and then looks at me expectantly, and it’s only then that I realize she is into this. This game I’ve created, she wants it, maybe even needs it in the same way I do, and I am more than happy to play with her.

“Now spit on it,” I instruct, relishing the way her eyes snap from my cock to me.

“What?” she splutters, only making me harder, knowing that no one has ever pushed her this way before.

“You heard me, wife, spit on my cock and get it nice and wet.” I’m surprised by how quick she is to follow my demands, as she leans forward, opens her mouth, and spits on the head of my cock, using her hand to stroke the salvia up and down my length until I hiss. Fuck, just her hand feels good, I can’t imagine what her mouth or pussy is going to feel like. “Now suck me into that pretty mouth, Hallie.”

Her smirk is devilish, as this game of demands comes to a head, and I almost come on the spot when she purrs back, “Yes, Mr. Peters.”

Oh fuck.

I watch as her mouth closes around my crown, my fingers almost breaking the arms of the chair as I force myself not to rush her. I’m sure she can feel my cock thickening against her tongue, as her warm, wet mouth sucks me inside. Never have I wanted to plunge my dick deeper into someone”s throat before, but the tentative way she sucks on me is so unbelievably inviting that I can’t stop her.

She pulls back, letting her tongue flick across my head in barely there licks that do nothing but make me feel more out of control, and it’s only then I finally snap, forcing one of my hands to grip her chin. “Don’t tease me, baby, not when I am already so desperate for you.”

My words seem to delight her as the hand at the base of my cock flexes as she asks, “You’re desperate for me?” She pairs her words with a slow stroke of my cock that leaves me ready to beg for more.

All I can do as she looks up at me with a surprised yet aroused smile on her face is nod. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Hallie? What it feels like to see my ring on your finger as it’s wrapped around my cock. I’m so beyond desperate for you that I can’t even put it into words.”

Then before she can respond I roll my hips into her hand, mesmerized by the way the diamond I put there sparkles as it moves on me. As if she can read my mind, she pushes her fingers further around my cock, ensuring I can see both rings, as she strokes me up and down, only then does she lower her mouth around me. Her teeth scrape against my underside as her tongue swirls around me like I am her own personal ring pop, and I throw my head back and groan.

Her mouth feels unreal, and the thought that it belongs to me just does something that I can’t explain. She’s mine. My wife.

My head snaps back down and I watch as she eagerly bobs up and down my cock, making my balls draw up in response. Slowly I roll my hips again, teasing us both as she works me with both her hand and mouth. My eyes follow that damn ring as she works me over, and I can’t help but thrust harder into her mouth, as her eyes look at me in wonder.

“You can take more of me,” I tell her, sitting up in the chair and pushing my hands into her hair to guide her. “Come on, baby, relax that throat and let me all the way in.” She doesn’t look convinced yet still follows my instructions, as she hollows out her cheeks and begins taking more of me into her mouth. I watch as she slowly swallows every inch of my cock, both of us moaning in unison as I hit the back of her throat. “That’s it, baby you feel so fucking good, this hot little mouth was fucking made to take my dick.”

Slowly I roll my hips again, then again, thrusting into her mouth over and over, getting faster with every snap of my hips. I hit the back of her throat once more and she moans again, her tongue caressing my shaft as I begin to fuck her mouth roughly. Spit coats my dick as she chokes around my length, the vibrations of her moans going straight to my balls as I feel them drawing up.

“Yes, Hallie, fuck yes,” I praise, pushing her back and standing to my full height so I can plunge myself deeper. She doesn’t falter, taking my movements with ease, and keeping her eyes on mine. “Look at you, look how fucking perfect you look, Mrs. Peters, sucking your husband’s cock so fucking good.”

I can see her entire body flush under the praise, and I can’t wait to taste every inch of her. My thrusts are punishing now as I pound into her mouth, my movements becoming sloppy, as I can feel my release starting to dance up my spine.

“I’m going to fill this pretty little mouth with my cum,” I tell her, and she nods her head between my hands, as I continue to fuck her, taking every slam of my hips like no one ever has before. “Yes, Tink, just like that,” I groan, watching as her head bobs back and forth on my cock, and when I hit the back of her throat once more and my eyes lock on that damn ring, I am fucking gone.

I explode in her mouth, spurting hot, long ropes of cum down her throat until I can barely fucking stand, and like the good little wife she is, she swallows me down without being asked.

When she pulls back, I can see her mask slamming back into place, like she wants to pretend she didn’t just fucking ruin me for anyone else sucking my dick ever again, and I won’t allow it. I drop to my knees, with cum still leaking from my cock, and slam my lips to her, tasting the remnants of myself on her tongue, as I plunge my own into her mouth, kissing her with force. She kisses me back, hands coming around my neck and fisting in the bottom of my hair, until I am groaning and panting against her.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy it is to kiss you and taste my fucking cum on your sinful little tongue?” I ask, kissing her again and sucking her tongue into my mouth until there isn’t a trace of me left. She moans between my lips and I swallow the sound, wanting more, needing more, as I pull back and slip my hand down into the lace of her panties.

Her pussy is soaked and I groan against her as my finger finds her clit. “Did you get wet sucking my cock, baby?” I ask, teasing her pussy with the pad of my finger, my throat aching for another taste of her. One lick of my finger before dinner was nowhere near enough to satiate my need for her.

“Joshua,” she gasps, moving her hands to my shoulders and clinging to me as her body begins to shake.

“That’s it, say my name, Tink,” I tease, as I bring my free hand up to curl around her neck, holding her in place against me, as my fingers massage her clit.

“You’re such an asshole,” she moans, bringing her lips back to mine and I smile against them.

“If I’m such an asshole, why are you about to come all over my fingers?” I ask, pushing my hand down so I can slide a finger inside of her, making her breathless in my arms, as my thumb moves to her clit. “Look at you, turning into such a pretty little mess for me.” I drag my mouth down her jaw, kissing and sucking the skin of her neck until I can reach her ear. “I can’t wait to clean you up,” I add in a whisper, fucking her with my finger, and pretending not to notice how delicious and tight she feels.

“Fuck, Josh, I’m going to…” her words trail off into a scream as her pussy constricts around my fingers, squeezing me in way that has my freshly sucked cock twitching.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you come for me,” I tell her, coaxing her through her release, as her body trembles, and her pussy soaks my hand in her cum. Only when she is done screaming do I pull my hand back and plunge it into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. “Taste yourself, baby, I want you to remember exactly what it tastes like when I make you come for me.”

Then I reach down, grip her hips in my hands, and pull us both to our feet, picking her body up against mine until she wraps her legs around me. Walking us towards the bed, I toss her into the center of the mattress, crawling up between her legs, and ripping the panties from her body.

“Lose the bra,” I tell her, and she scrambles to do so, as I dive in and take one long lick of her sweet little cunt. “Now play with those perfect tits while I make you come on my tongue,” I command, lifting her legs so they are over my shoulder, until her pussy is pressed against my face.

“Josh, please,” she begs, and when I cock a brow at her she groans.

“Please what, Mrs. Peters?” I ask, teasing her lower lips with a flick of my tongue, reveling in the way she presses her hips down in search of friction.

“Please taste my pussy, Mr. Peters,” she breathes, tweaking her hard nipples, her body writhing against the bed already, and once again my hand locks in on that goddamn ring.

Oh, I am so well and truly, fucked.