Page 4 of I F*cked Somebody’s Wife

As soon as I hit the mirror, I grabbed the counter. Breathed deep. I looked good—too good to be this rattled. But my hands was shakin’. My thighs were clenching. And worst of all? My pussy was throbbing.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Maybe it was the way he undressed me with his eyes, or maybe it was the way he completely acted as if he didn’t just fuck me a week ago.

I turned on the water. Tried to ground myself.

Then I felt it.

Someone behind me. A presence. Thick and intense as hell.

Before I could even open my mouth, a big hand wrapped around it, pullin’ me back. My eyes blew wide as my body slammed against a firm chest, cologne and blunt smoke flooding my nose.

“I missed you,” Fontaine whispered, his lips brushing my ear.

We locked eyes in the mirror. That look on his face was so damn sexy, like he meant business. And I was more than ready for whatever business he was about to throw my way.

I struggled, but not really. Not enough.

A part of me wanted this, another part was afraid of someone walking in and seeing us.

His free hand slid down. My legs trembled.

I moaned. “Did you miss me, baby?”

His hand disappeared beneath my skirt, and two thick fingers pushed right inside me like this was his pussy totouch, to feel, to miss.

I was a moaning mess, eyes rolling back ‘n all. “Mmm,” He growled when I whimpered. “You sound so fucking pretty. Don’t you think you sound pretty, baby?”

I moaned behind his hand. Loud.

He started movin’ them fingers slow, curlin’ ‘em just right. The way he talked to me was just filthy.

“Does yourhusbandmake you feel this way, hmm?” He asked, voice deep and dark like thunder. “Does she soak for him like she does for me?” His fingers curled again and my knees almost buckled. “You ever squirt for him like you did for me?”

His fingers sped up inside of me.

I shook my head, eyes damn near rollin’allthe way back.

“No, no?” He taunted, his hand went to my throat.

“Fu-fuck oh myyy…” my moans dragging out.

“Be a good girl,” he whispered. “Squirt for me. Soak my fuckin’ hand.”

And just like that, I snapped. Legs quiverin’, body twitchin’, I came on his fingers with a gasp that echoed the bathroom.

He pulled them out, slick and glistenin’.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

I obeyed.

He slid his fingers past my lips, watchin’ me suck myself off his fingers.

“That’s my girl.” He slid his hand down to pat my pussy. While planting kisses on my neck.

His eyes locked on mine, staring at eachother in the mirror.

Then he pulled away, I stood there breathless. “Have a good rest of your lunch, tell uh’Terrellhave a good lunchas well.”

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