Page 21 of Burning Your Lies

She tuts at me. It only takes three steps until she’s standing in front of me. Her lips press against my ear. “I think you want to fuck me.” She palms me over my trousers. “You’ve been hard since I walked out.” She undoes the zipper and strokes me over my underwear. “Always so fucking hard for me,” she praises, making me twitch. She pulls my earlobe into her mouth and sucks.

The feeling travels down to my manhood and I throb, imagining her lips around my tip. My hands grip her neck. “You will never dance for another man again. Do you fucking understand?”

“I had to make money somehow, seeing as you won’t let me work at XR Securities.”

I knew this was her motivation. She was rage-baiting me into accepting his offer. “Get on that pole and give me the dance I’m paying for.” I push her away and take a seat on the small leather sofa.

Never one to disappoint, Savannah works the pole like she was made for it. Her movements are perfectly synced to the beat of the music. She is truly majestic. Her eyes darken with lust when I unbutton my trousers and stroke my shaft. “Show me that hard cock,” she begs.

I shake my head. “Take that poor excuse for a top off.” Once they are uncaged, I groan. “Fuck your tits with the pole.”

“I’d rather you fuck them.”

“Do it,” I order.

Pregnancy made them double. I’ve always preferred a woman’s ass, but since our honeymoon, I can’t stop fantasising about her breasts like a horny teenager. On day three, when her bikini stuck to her skin from being wet, I couldn’t take it and fucked them right there on the beach. My cum spilled all over them and it was the second sexiest view, after my cum dripping out of her swollen pussy.

Using my saliva as lube, my hand disappears into my boxers again. There’s something so erotic about the thick metal pole disappearing between the valley of her breasts. “Faster.”

“I’maching,” she pleads. “Let me touch my pussy.Please.”

My eyes close, and my head falls back at the soft begging. “Take those off.” With her fully naked, I pump myself faster. “Now dance for me.”

She clenches her legs shut, trying to find some relief. “Hux. Just fuck me.”

“Dance.”

Savannah climbs the pole in her naked glory. This time, when she spins down, I can see every move of her muscles. When she wraps her legs around the pole and slides down, she moans. And then does it again. And again.

“Stop it,” I growl. “Stop grinding that greedy pussy against the pole.”

Her knees lock around the pole. “Thenfuckme. Watching you touch yourself … I’m so close.”

Her desperation chokes me and my fist twists around my cock’s head, wishing it was her pussy instead. “Carry on dancing. And if you try to fuck the pole, I won’t fuck you at all.”

Determination sets on her face. And when she makes her next move, I know why. Savannah climbs up the pole and then twists around it so her back is pressed against it and she’s facing me. Her arms are above her head, holding on as she slowly slides down it with her legs spread wide open; giving me the most perfect view of just how soaked she is.

“Again.” Before she can reach the bottom the second time, I say, “Come here and ride my cock until I come.” I can barely pull myself out before she’s straddling me.

Her lips attach to mine, and then I’m fully nestled in her warmth. She wastes no time working herself into a frenzy. Her whimpers are heaven to my ears. But it doesn’t compare to the sensation of her walls gripping my shaft.

I could never have imagined the pleasure of being inside her raw. Her curved and ribbed walls intensify everything I felt before. And then there’s the fact that she’s my wife. She’s mine; for better or worse, in sickness and health, till death do us part. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes. Oh god. I’m going to come.”

I grab a fistful of her ass. “Not yet. I want to fuck you for more than two minutes.”

Her head falls into my neck. “I can’t,” she begs. “I’m too close.” She grips the base of my neck when I meet her thrusts. “Please let me come.”

I fist her hair and pull her head back, wanting to see the pleasure on her face. “Not yet, sweetheart. Hold off.”

“Hux.” My name is a plea of mercy. “It’s coming.”

“No.”

She’s moving too fast for me to control. Her wetness drips down my dick and drips onto my balls. “Please.Please.”

I’m not done with her yet, but her spasms are bringing me closer to the edge. Knowing how much she needs it, I concede.

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