Page 66 of The Puck Decoy

She comes to stand in front of me and brushes her fingers through my hair freely. “Do you want to talk about it?” I’m already shaking my head beneath her before she has even finished her sentence.

I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t want to talk about any of it, not until I have fully wrapped my head around the whole situation, and it’s only from years of friendship that Hallie seemsto understand exactly what I am saying, without me having to convey the words.

“Then how about a little distraction instead.” Her words pique my interest enough to lift my head up back towards her, and I find her smiling coyly at me.

Thanks to the meeting we had earlier, she is dressed in a black dress that hits just above her knee, tied neatly around her waist, paired with tights and black heels. I’ve seen her dressed like this a hundred times thanks to the summers she spends working for her father, but right now in the confines of my room, with my ring on her finger, it feels very,verydifferent.

Everything with her these last couple of weeks feels very different if I am being honest with myself, and I don’t look too closely at the reasons why. Instead, I watch with rapt attention as she reaches for the bow at her waist and tugs on it gently, undoing it, pulling her dress open and revealing what’s underneath. My mouth goes dry as I take in the black and emerald lace bra that encases her full, round tits, letting my stare drag down her stomach towards the matching panties.Fuck.The tights aren’t tights at all, but stockings held up by flimsy little straps, and my cock hardens to an almost painful amount, as I take in the sight of her.She is fucking breathtaking.

“What kind of distraction?” I manage to croak out, fisting my hands into the bedsheets beside me as she smirks, my mood rapidly changing.

“Whatever kind you need, Joshua” she purrs, pushing the dress off her shoulders and climbing into my lap, and fuck me I am so gone for her.

I’m not sure when it happened or even how, but when I look at her it’s like I can truly breathe. My heart beats evenly in my chest, just like it always does, but now even my mind is clear. She calms me, grounds me, and when she stares at me with that sunshine smile, she fucking floors me.

“All I need is you,” I tell her, the confession falling from my lips easier than I intended, and I don’t miss the way her eyes widen at my statement. She really has no idea the effect she has on me lately.

I bring my hands to her hips, holding her firmly against me as she continues to brush her fingers through my hair. “Tell me what to do to make it better,” she whispers, and it’s only now that I realize she is offering me the power I constantly crave. “Command me, Joshua, tell me exactly what you need from me and it's yours.”

Fuck.I don’t think she realizes how perfect she is for me, how seamlessly her body fits against mine, to the point I almost think about sending my father a thank you note for forcing my hand in marrying her.

“Take off my shirt,” I demand, my mouth aching to be pressed against her own, as her hands drag slowly from my hair, down my neck, to the collar of my shirt.

Her fingers are meticulous in the way they slowly flick open every button until she can push the fabric off my shoulders, her skin brushing against mine in a way that drives me crazy. I don’t think I have ever wanted anyone more than I want her right now, and I can’t help but push my hand up her own chest and curl it around her neck.

“Now kiss me,” I demand, pulling her towards me by her throat, and my lips are on hers before she can even open her mouth to respond.

My tongue caresses hers and she gasps into my mouth, as I squeeze her neck gently, holding her in place as I tongue fuck her mouth with my own. Fuck, she even tastes like sunshine, all hot and sweet, and just begging to be owned, and the metal of my ring thrums against the pounding pulse point in her neck. Her hips roll against my own, and I know she can feel the hard lengthof me pressed between the apex of her thighs when she moans into my mouth.

I swallow every sound she makes and push for more, slipping my free hand down to her ass and squeezing it tight. The image of it painted in my cum as she was bent over in front of me on the ice yesterday, is seared into my mind forever. Yet knowing that I am about to fuck my wife, in my bed, does something to the caveman pounding inside of me. Yesterday was quick, ruthless, rough, but tonight won’t be like that. No, tonight I am going to spread her out and fuck her until she is a whimpering mess beneath me, until she is mine.

When I slip my hand into the back of her panties and push it down, I find evidence of just how much she is enjoying my mouth on hers. “Is this for me, Tink?” I ask, pushing my fingers right between her ass cheeks and groaning at the sloppy mess of her cunt. “Does my tongue in your pretty little mouth get you wet for me?” I add, kissing her until I am panting and breathless.

“Everything about you gets me wet,” she gasps, writhing in my lap to the point where I know my dick is leaking pre-cum in my pants.

My hand continues to hold her in place by her throat against me while the other massages between her ass cheeks, spreading her wetness all over her pussy without ever touching where she needs me most. I let the tip of my finger slip into her hole, teasing her with quick short thrusts, until she is dry humping me so good that I am about to come without her even fucking touching me.

When I start to pull my hand out, the pads of my fingers graze against her back hole and she flinches slightly. “Has anyone ever taken you here, wife?” I ask, bringing one of my fingers back to tease her tight rim and she huffs, shaking her head. “Good, because now you belong to me, and I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”

My words seem to delight her as she kisses me again, robbing me of my breath and sanity, until she pulls back and scrapes her nails down my chest, reaching my pants. She unbuckles them without a word, her lust-filled stare burning into mine until she can reach inside and pull out my hard and aching cock.

I push her off my lap before she can wrap her hand fully around me, and she frowns in confusion until I push the shirt from my shoulders, and then let my pants fall down to my ankles, kicking them off at my feet. She moves to wrap her arms around me again, but I stop her once more, dropping to my knees at the foot of my bed until she is towering over me in her heels.

My mouth presses feather light kisses down her thighs until I reach the first fixture of her stockings and snap it open. I repeat the motion until they are all unfastened, and she watches me with keen interest as I slide her panties down her legs, my eyes never leaving hers.

“Do you like seeing your husband on his knees for you, Mrs Peters?” I tease, brushing my fingers over her now bare pussy and savoring the way her body starts to tremble beneath my touch. I sink my fingers into her wetness and she groans as I bring them back to my mouth and suck. “You’re the sweetest fucking thing I have ever tasted, baby,” I breathe, lapping at my fingers like they are my last meal.

Only then do I rise to my feet and reach to unclasp her bra, letting her fucking magnificent tits fall out until she is in nothing but the stockings and matching belt. I reach down, picking her up by her thighs with ease, and then fall back onto the end of my bed, bringing her with me. I smile as she moves to grind her bare pussy against my dick, and fuck if it’s not tempting to just sink inside her instantly, but no, first I want another taste of her.

“Bring that delicious pussy here, Hals, I want to fucking drown in it,” I breathe against her mouth, pulling on her hips until she has no choice but to move with me.

I don’t let go until her thighs are straddled on either side of my head and I have the most perfect fucking view in the world as I spread her open for me.

“Josh,” she gasps, looking nervous, and fuck me if it’s not absolutely adorable.

“Don’t go shy on me now, wife.” I wink, pairing my words with a slow leisurely lick of her cunt, making her entire body flinch.

At the taste of her, my cock throbs so hard that it physically aches to be inside of her, but I keep my focus only on the sweet, glistening Nirvana in front of me. When I flick my tongue against her again she pants, her hands flying to my hair and gripping it tight in a way that pushes her tits together gloriously. It’s that sight that undoes me, making me dive in like a man starved, as I fuck her cunt and swollen clit without pause. Licking and sucking on her sweetness until she is writhing against me without a care.

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