Page 46 of Deadly Don's Fake Wife

Frank moves back to sit on a couch. I slowly move to where he reclines and sit opposite him.

His hand is on his hard swollen cock, and he starts to stroke it. I lick my lips, watching him play, my eyes filled with desire. My hand moves from my tummy toward my pussy, but just before I reach it, he tells me to stop.

“I don’t want you to touch yourself. Not until I allow it!”

His control over me makes me even wetter. I watch him stroking his cock in slow, steady moves and start to rub my legs together. But every time I let my hand go toward that aching wetness, he growls at me, and I pull it back.

“Oh, Frank, you’re driving me crazy.”

He doesn’t utter a word—just shakes his head and strokes faster.

“Please let me!” I beg.

Frank breaks his silence and says, “Okay, you may now touch yourself, but remember that you’re not allowed to cum until I allow you.”

I’m relieved but displeased with Frank’s restrictions. Still, I thank him and spread my legs, exposing the wetness shining from between my pussy lips.

With no words and no hesitation, I separate my pussy lips with the fingers of one hand so he can see what I’m going to do. My swollen pink clitoris protrudes from its hiding place at the top of my parted lips.

I run the finger of my other hand over the folds of my vulva and slip it inside me. I flick my clit several times. A rippling sensation pulses as I manipulate the button between my thumb and forefinger.

Frank’s eyes are fixed on my pussy, and I can see his delight. He loves watching me play with my clit. He loves the lust on my face. He loves seeing the soft sheen of sweat that coats my flushed skin. And my ragged breathing and low moans all add to his pleasure.

With the continued manipulations on my clit, I am at the edge of my sexual climax.

I slide my finger into my slick pussy. My hips start to writhe, and I feel the sensation coursing through my body. In a guttural voice, I say, “Honey, I’m so close. May I please come?”

Frank doesn’t reply. Instead, his hand clamps down hard on his cock and starts to move rapidly up and down.

He’s making me crazy. I pump my pussy with my finger to the rhythm of his hand moving on his cock. I know I can’t hold out much longer. But I can’t climax without his permission. My body is shaking, my pussy tingling and aching, yearning to cum.

With desperation in my voice, I plead,

“I need to come so badly! Please, honey, ooohhhhhh!”

Frank finally says something. “You wish to come, do you?”

I groan again, my breath labored and my words coming in gasps. Yes!”

With a low, dull, rumbling in his voice, he says, “Yes, come, my sweetheart. Come, come together with me!”

His hand starts moving fast, hard, up and down his cock. He moans, and he growls, and I see his balls tighten.

My eyes are locked on his cock, my thumb is pressing on my clit, and my fingers are deep inside my soaking wet pussy.

My body jerks, and I cum in a series of shudders.

Seeing my release, Frank lets out a howl and starts to cum, shooting his load on my bare breasts.

My eyes are glued to his beautiful, engorged maleness. The first shot of cum explodes from the head of his cock and lands on the valley between my perky breasts. The second shot lands on my right breast. Another blast strikes my left. His aim is perfect, and he never misses his intended target.

As I watch Frank cum, knowing it’s just for me, another orgasm surges through my pussy. He starts to pull his pants back on, and I realize I have to make my move, or this is as far as we’ll go.

I crawl toward him, leaning in so there’s no space between us, and then sit on top of him, kissing and licking his mouth. The moisture from my lower lips could lubricate his entire pelvis, but I want his hard cock in my hands for a moment before he puts it inside of me.

I grind into his fingers, which are now sliding in and out of me. I moan and rise slowly before each plunge. I don’t want to cherish this—I want this to become something dirty and out of character for both of us.

It’s only the two of us now—no thoughts, no paranoia. I slowly start kissing and caressing each part of his sweaty body. I sit on his cock and look into his eyes as I ride him.

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