Page 94 of Fourth Wall

Everyone had left a few minutes ago, and I was in the kitchen, leaning over the counter while watching Maeve clean up outside.

“I cannot believe you’re cleaning. I feel like I need to take a photo of this moment to memorialize it,” I responded throughthe open door that connected the indoor living room to the backyard.

“Ha ha. I told you, I am not dirty-messy but definitely a little cluttered.” She laughed to herself, and I watched the corners of her mouth turn. “I see you changing, Christian West, so I’m doing my best to meet you there.”

That was it. I stalked over toward her, pulling her tight into my chest and inhaling the sweet smell of flowers.

“You don’t ever need to change for me because, to me, you are already perfect…Mrs. West.” She giggled in the crook of my neck, and I lowered my hands onto her hips, drawing her in.

“I am a bit famished, firecracker. What do you say you show me what a delicious meal you would make?”

I grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up as she squealed the entire way.

“Ch-Christian, put me down,” she demanded joyfully.

“As my woman wishes,” I responded by hoisting her up on the large marble countertop in our kitchen.

“What are you doing?” I started to quickly pull up her white dress she had put on earlier.

“What a good girl not wearing anything underneath here. My hungry slut, tell me what you want from me?” I demanded, my voice dropping an octave and the sudden raspiness escaping me.

I rubbed the inside of her thighs, putting pressure on her legs to open up so I had a front-row seat to her gleaming pussy. It was already so wet and dripping, and I hadn't even dove in.

“I want you.” Her voice was breathless and raspy with an undercurrent of desperation pulsing through it, but I wasn't satisfied. I wanted more. I wanted details. I wanted her to tell me exactly what she needed from me. I gripped her thighs a bit tighter.

“No, you see, little firecracker, that isn't what I asked. I need you to tell me what exactly it is you want from me,” I hissed.

I spread her thighs even more so she was fully spread across the black marbled kitchen island. Her legs dangled down, and she was still in a sitting position, but as I stood in the middle of her legs, all I could do was alternate between looking at the hunger in her blue eyes and the wetness dripping out of her sweet little cunt.

“I want your tongue, big Daddy,” she moaned, throwing her head back. I let out a low chuckle before diving right in. There was no dancing around this game because, let’s admit it, I was just as hungry for this as she was.

My mouth immediately touched her damp warmth as I impaled my tongue in her sweet little pussy. She wasn’t just wet; she was fucking drenched for me. Immediately, I went to work sucking up the sweet taste of her and swallowing her whole.

“You are so delicious,” I managed to get out between the groans increasing in volume. A symphony of her erotic noises echoed throughout the otherwise quiet house. I continued my assault on her cunt, licking until I could feel her throbbing clit against my tongue.

I quickly added two fingers inside her as I explored her clit, making sure I inhaled every single piece of her.

“God, yes, Daddy, you know how much I like it right there.” Her tone was raspy, yet with an underlying confidence that had me throbbing in my black suit pants. “It is you and only you who knows exactly what I need. You’re doing such a good job.” I paused momentarily.

I loved praising Maeve in both the bedroom and out because I think she fucking deserved it. I think she lacked it from almost everyone in her past, so I knew it made her feel good, but no one had ever praised me like this in the bedroom. While it took me briefly by surprise, I fucking loved it. No, I didn’t just love it, it fucking fueled me.

I stopped pulling away from her, and I could feel her body go slack in my arms.

“Stand up,” I demanded. She happily obliged and stood. Her hair was tousled all over her face, her dress was shoved halfway up, and she looked freshly fuckable.

“Turn around,” I commanded. As she moved, I grabbed the zipper at the top of the dress, squeezing her ass cheek. Using the other hand, I pulled off her dress, letting it pool on the floor.

She kicked it away, and I looked up and down, taking her milky smooth skin in. She was flawless in my eyes—as she would remain for the rest of my life.

“Who am I?” I asked her. My hands languidly moved up her stomach, where she carried our beautiful child that we made together through our love for each other. She shivered until I got to her bra. I gently toyed along the white lace in the front while I looked at her puffy lips.

“Who am I?” I asked again. Suddenly, she got a glint in her eye, and I knew that meant she understood what I was asking.

“My husband,” she rasped.

“Yes,” I growled while quickly turning her around. I bent my head down and grasped her bra clasp with my mouth. In an instant, I yanked it off using my teeth.

“That was very impressive, Mr. West,” she purred while slowly turning around to see her lace bra dangling in my mouth. I spat it toward where her dress was lying on the floor.

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