Page 105 of The Proposal Pact
Sophie parts her legs, that fucking leather skirt riding up to reveal the black triangle of her bodysuit, silently inviting me to step up, but I need no such invitation. I’m planning to take it all without asking.
No one. Absolutely no one makes me lose my shit like she does.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmur—no, plead—with her but she only kisses me harder.
I know I can’t be doing what I’m doing. I know I shouldn’t kiss her. I know I can’t drag her ass to the edge of this counter and rub my hard cock right up against that flimsy barrier. Even through jeans, I can feel her heat, her wetness, her needy little pussy.
I know I shouldn’t lace my fingers through her hair, angle her head just right and savagely take her mouth with mine.
I know…I just can’t find any fucks to give right now.
Not after I watched half the bar openly eye-fuck my wife the whole time we were there only to have that asshole brazenly flirt with her right in front of my eyes.
Every fiber of my being screamed that she’s mine and mine alone.
Mine, mine, mine…the chant continues, drawing out this madness I fell into.
I should stop…her tongue strokes against mine at the same time as her pussy grinds into me and I forget what I was saying in the first place. The need to claim her as mine,really claim her, short-circuiting every neuron in my brain.
“You drive me mad.” I pull my lips from hers, instead sinking them into her slender neck as she throws her head back and moans, gripping my hair hard as I suck on her flesh, hard enough to leave marks for days.
“You, your smile, your crazy chaos, and those damn fucking skirts you keep wearing.” I slide my hand under the said skirt and over her stockings. “You. Drive. Me. Mad, Sophia Lovinski.” I whisper, sinking my fingers into her perfect, supple ass, no doubt leaving bruises here as well.
Fuck, I should be abhorred at that…shouldbeing the operative word because all I feel is more unhinged. I want her to bear my mark all over her body. Where every motherfucker can see how mine she is.
“Well, someone has to,” she says on a cry, and I groan, my cock so hard I’m leaking pre-cum in my jeans.
“Always with that fucking sassy mouth,” I growl. “It needs something better to do than constantly talk back or flirt with other men.”
“Why don’t you find a better occupation for it, then?”
The blood in my veins boils. I feel my nostrils flare. “Are you talking about my cock, little menace?” I run the pad of my thumb over her swollen lips, the red lipstick long gone. “Do you want my cock in your mouth?”
I don’t remember the last time I allowed myself to talk like that out loud. To let that side of me to come out. Did I ever? No, it’s just her, just Sophie, who makes an animal out of me.
From day one. She’s been drawing him out since day-fucking-one as if she always knew he was living somewhere deep inside me when I was none-the-wiser for thirty-four years.
I wasn’t a virgin. I’ve had sex before. It was a long time ago, but still, I remember those days, and not once did I feel this mad need. Not once.
Slowly, Sophie leans in and whispers, “Yes, Clover. I want your cock in my mouth. Now what are you gonna do about it?”
I snap…releasing that animal as I swipe her off the counter and to her knees in front of me. “I’m gonna feed it to you, wife.”
Sophie’s mouth drops from shock, I think, but my cock takes it as invitation and I make a quick work of my belt and zipper before I release him, allowing the thick swollen head to fall directly on those parted lips.
Sophie sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes snapping to mine. Wide and shocked but also full of lust and sex as the tip of her tongue peeks out and swipes the clear bead of pre-cum from my slit, moaning as she does. She fucking wants it.
She goes to take another lick, but I grip my shaft and pull away.
“Say you want this as much as I do,” I command, looking straight into her eyes as I slowly drag a hand over my length. Her breath shutters as her eyes drop to where I jerk myself off slowly. “Fucking say it, Sophie.”
She sits back on her knees like a good girl she’s not. “Sse thelo,” she breathes out, and I swear I grow harder at her speaking Greek and showing this unheard-of obedience.
“That’s a good wife,” I say, grip her chin propping it open and stuff her mouth with my cock, sliding in deep and hard.
Sophie gags but doesn’t push me away, and I groan when she moans around my length, moves closer to sink her nails into my ass, and keeps me close as she sucks me hard.
I watch, mesmerized, my mouth parted in pleasure as she slides those lips over me again and again. Her tongue licking the underside of my cock and over my leaking slit every time.
