Page 68 of The Puck Decoy

Her left hand slides up my arm, her ring glistening in the light and making me feral as she whispers, “My husband fucks me so good.”

Any control I thought I had left snaps, as I release her chin and snatch her left hand up with my own, our rings clashing together as hard as we are. Then I am fucking her, owning her, pounding into her sweet little cunt as hard and fast as I can possibly manage, until she is crying out beneath me.

Her mewls, moans, and screams are like a fucking symphony, and I don’t even care if the rest of the house hears. Let them. Let them listen to exactly how good I fuck my wife, how much she loves taking her husband’s cock, how much I love giving it to her. Yesterday on the ice was nothing compared to this, that was a quick fuck. This is life-altering sex I will never recover from, and if I am going down then so is she. So with my hand tightened in hers, I lean down and kiss her once more, her moans captured between my lips as her pussy tightens around me in the most incredible way.

“That’s it baby, squeeze my dick,” I growl against her lips, snapping my hips until I can feel my own release dancing up my spine. “I want your cum dripping down my cock, Hallie, I want to feel this sweet little pussy strangle my dick until I can barely fucking breathe.”

My words have a scream tearing from her throat as her body starts to shake beneath my own, and it takes everything I have to not come on the spot as she falls apart around me. Her orgasm is mind blowing, her pussy practically chokes my cock until I get exactly what I asked for. I struggle to catch my breath as I lean up and fuck her hard and fast, watching as her tits bounce up and down. I can’t help but lean down and lap my tongue against one of her nipples, sucking and pulling it between my teeth until her body shakes even harder.

One orgasm bleeds right into two, and fuck she looks stunning filled with my cock, her hand gripped in mine, as I pound her into the mattress. My tongue flicks her nipple rapidly before I sink my teeth around it and bite down until I leave amark, only making her scream more. Fuck I want to leave my marks all over her, and when instead of pulling away, she pushes her chest up for more, I feel myself ready to blow.

“Fuck, Hallie, fuck,” I move to pull out, but her thighs clamp around my waist and she leans up and kisses me deeply.

“I’m on the pill,” she whispers, holding me against her, my cock never once stopping. “Fill your wife up with your cum.”

Fuck. Me.

Seven words and I am completely done, my cock exploding as I slam into her one last time, my cum flooding her pussy at her request.

My body collapses on top of hers and I know I need to move, that this is probably more than she can handle, but fuck, it’s more than I can handle too. I can barely catch my breath as I desperately try to suck in air between my teeth, and when I feel her move beneath me, I go to move, yet she surprises me by bringing her fingers back to my hair and combing them through it gently.

I’m not sure how long we lie there, but I rest my head on her chest, my cock still inside her, as I listen to the deep thrum of her heartbeat. Her hands keep up their gentle playing of my hair, and I honestly don’t think I have ever felt so at peace.

“I don’t think something fake is supposed to feel like this,” Hallie eventually mumbles, and I lift my head to find her eyes already on me. Her face is the most open I have ever seen, a million feelings written right there for the world to see, and yet for once I can’t work out a single one of them.

“Feel like what?” I ask, not really sure what I’m asking, or if I truly want the answer, and she smiles softly.

“Like I can only breathe when you are near me,” she admits softly, and that wild thumping of my heart is back again, her words sending a thrill through me.

Is this still fake? Are we still playing a game?Because if we are, the rules have disappeared out the window and I’m not sure if I am winning, or if I am going to lose bigger than ever before.

“I don’t think it’s supposed to feel like this either, but you’ve fucking ruined me, Hals.” My admission hangs in the air between us, and I can barely remember what it was like to only see her as my friend. Have I ever seen her like that, or was it always more?

Hallie opens her mouth to respond, but a loud banging on my door startles us both. I know that knock, it’s from the only person who even knocks on my door, and only ever when it’s important. I climb off of Hallie, throwing the blanket over her until she is completely covered, before grabbing a pair of shorts off the floor and quickly pulling them on.

When I pull the door open I find Daemon staring at me blankly, his eyes not even flinching at my lack of clothing. “Your father is here.” His words are barely out before my father appears at the end of the hallway, stalking towards me like a predator would his prey.

Daemon moves back slightly, but not in fear, no, I know from experience that he is preparing to step in if necessary, and I can’t say it won’t be. My father never comes here, and I don’t just mean he doesn’t stop by regularly, I mean he has literally never come here before, not even once.

“Good evening, Joshua,” he snarks in that airy mayoral tone of his, and I have to remind myself of the audience we have. It’s the only reason he is being so cordial.

“Father,” I grit through my teeth, trying to get a hold on my temper. “To what do I owe this unexpected surprise?” I can’t ignore the panic in my gut as I wonder if he has found out about my meeting with Lincoln, or worse, my time spent with Callia and Penelope, but I keep my cold mask firmly in place.

“Oh I was working late again so I just thought I’d pop in on my way home and say hello,” he muses, and I hear Daemon’s grunt of disapproval at his bullshit, but thankfully my father doesn’t.

My eyes catch on the pink stain of lipstick on his neck and I roll my eyes, working late my fucking ass. Yet before I can respond, he moves until he is standing in the doorway, Daemon tensing beside me, no doubt having already seen what I was trying to hide, as my father’s eyes travel over my shoulder landing on Hallie barely covered in my bed.

My father’s smile is wicked as he purrs, “Hallie my dear, didn’t expect to see you here.” His tone tells me he definitely wasn't expecting to see her here, and it’s almost as if he is here to check up on us.

I take a step directly in front of him, blocking his line of sight completely as I snap, “She’s my wife, why wouldn’t she be here, the question is why are you here?”

My father laughs without a trace of humor as if he has found something delightful and unexpected. “I heard an interesting rumor this week,” he purrs, like he is talking to one of his lackeys, and my fingers clench for a taste of his blood.

“That makes two of us,” I toss back casually, not giving anything away to him, not like I used to, not when he is standing in my house and I can feel the support of my best friend and my wife.

I can also feel the lingering presence of Levi and Landon down the hall, and from the guilty look on his face, I know Levi is the one who let him in here in the first place. I’ll deal with him later.

“Apparently you made quite the threat to a Miss Michaels, and she thought I should know what kind of son I am raising, she was quite informative.”

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