Page 57 of The Puck Decoy

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,” Icommand, 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.

Josh’s thumb trails up and down both sides of my pussy, spreading the wetness already there, and my body reacts as if he didn’t just make me come less than a minute ago. Then his head dips down, and the swipe of his tongue is completely ruthless as it licks up and down my slit, before swirling around my clit. My pussy throbs against his mouth as I feel myself getting wetter and wetter for him.

“Such a beautiful, needy little cunt, baby, and who does it belong to?”

The word baby falling from his lips should be a sin, my body writhing against his tongue and my sheets as I gasp, “You, it belongs to you.”

His eyes flick up from between my legs to meet mine, his smile wicked, as he shakes his head and purrs, “Such a goodfucking wife for me.” His fingers part my lips, his tongue sucking my clit into his mouth gently, not giving me a chance for his dirty words to digest before he is feasting on me like a man starved. “You taste so fucking sweet, Tink,” he groans against my pussy, his breath hot and his tongue deliciously wet.

“Fuck, Joshua, yes,” I moan, unable to keep my cool as he licks, bites and sucks my pussy, until I am aching for him. When I pant his name again in nothing short of a desperate plea, he sucks my clit again, and I watch in awe as he brings his left hand up and sinks his ring finger inside of me.

A guttural moan tears from my throat now as he swirls his tongue around me, his finger rubbing that sweet spot inside of me. “So fucking tight for me, baby, I can’t wait to feel this sweet little cunt clenching around my cock.” He fucks his finger in and out of my cunt, while his tongue continues its pattern of gliding up and down the length of my slit, and then lapping against my clit even more.

The feel of his ring inside of me is another level of hot, and all I can do is spread my legs wider for him, praying he sinks in even deeper. Then he is going at me even harder, his tongue working my clit until I am crying out for him. I roll my hips against him, trying desperately to meet every swipe of his tongue, and he groans, pulling me against him even harder.

His tongue and finger fuck me in a tandem until I am completely at his mercy and desperate to come again. “Give it to me, Hals, I know you want to,” he growls against my cunt, and his words mixed with the flick of his tongue, and the depth of his finger, have me exploding against him.

I come hard, the orgasm pulsing out of me everywhere as I scream his name and roll my hips against his mouth. “Yes, yes, right there, yes,” I pant out, gushing against his face, and he laps at me greedily.

“That’s it, good girl,” he praises, his pace never relenting until I am completely spent beneath him. Only then does he rise from between my thighs, crawling up my body and bringing his mouth back to mine. “You’re so fucking sweet.” The kiss is slower this time, like he is savoring the taste of us, until I am melting against him, ready to go again, but much to my dismay, he pulls back and bites his lips with a smile. “What the hell am I going to do with you?” he asks, rubbing his nose against mine, and I can feel his cock pressing into me, and I can’t help but squirm.

“A repeat of what we just did would be preferred,” I snap, feeling both satisfied and needy, and he barks a laugh.

“See this is why you’re one of my favorite people,” he tosses back casually, pushing off of my body and moving to sit on the end of bed, cracking his neck, like his tongue and words didn’t just obliterate me.

Feeling a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach at the thought that what we just did means everything to me, and nothing to him, I move to push off the other side of the bed, and quickly grab my robe.

“I’m just going to freshen up,” I tell him quickly, darting out of my bedroom towards the bathroom before he can respond, and not stopping until I am on the other side of the locked bathroom door.

When I look in the mirror, I find my cheeks completely stained pink, my neck and chest not faring much better either, and I can feel myself starting to panic.Oh my god.What the hell was that? How did we go from talking about his father to me on my knees for him, to his head between my thighs? This is bad, really bad, we will never recover from this. How am I ever going to look him in the eye again after I just crawled to him? How can I look myself in the eye when I not only did it, but absolutely loved it?

I spend my days trying my best to remain in control of everything, from picking clothes that won’t irritate me, selecting foods I am comfortable with, to avoiding physical touch from the majority of people as I guide myself through my day. Hell, my whole sleeping schedule is centered around an entire routine, my whole life is. So relinquishing that to Josh, letting him take over, not thinking about anything but pleasing him, fuck it was refreshing. I felt free, yet I know it has ruined everything.

This was just about helping him feel some sense of power in his life, now we go back to being just friends, spouses, nothing more. Which is why I stay in the bathroom for a good twenty minutes, showering, brushing my teeth, and washing my hands three times, before I finally bravely go back to my room. That should be enough time for him to slip out and then text me an excuse for why he had to leave.

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