Page 52 of Mistletoe Missus
“Fuck. Tinsley, you’re more than a good girl...” I breathed through parted lips and peered down at her. “My wife is such a good slut.”
She fucking bit me again and took me deeper as her head bobbed, picking up pace. I’d lit a fire under her ass, and she loved the praise. She was damn good at everything she did, from her tongue circulating around my shaft to the suction I couldn’t get enough of. She’d slow down her pace until it was painstaking agony, and I thought I’d burst. Fill up her damn mouth until come seeps out of the sides of her mouth, but I knew she’d lick up every drop because deep down, she was naughty. Tinsley Morgan was my bad girl, but sweet all at the same time.
“Yes, angel, just like that,” I groaned, and a light from the corner of my eye caught my attention.
What the fuck?
Here I was, focused on my wife, feasting on my cock and distracted because some asshole was calling her. Fuck off, fucker. Let me enjoy her in peace with her lips wrapped around my cock.
The device was on silent, the ring not getting Tinsley’s attention, and she continued her impressive gag technique. The sound of her choking on my flesh as she took me deeper had me encouraging her with a push to the back of her head. I let her come up for air, but she went right back to the task and proved she was in control. I was no longer in charge, and I let her take the wheel, driving me toward a release, but I’d never get there with this damn phone continuously going off.
The cell phone could go to voicemail anytime now and quit being a pest, but the damn light wouldn’t go off. Whoever was on the other line wanted her attention, but they wouldn’t get it. Tinsley was too busy giving me head to notice.
Fuck. Finally. The light was gone.
Tinsley took me out of her mouth with apopand eagerly licked up her saliva on both sides of my dick. I groaned, my ass cheeks clenched, and a shiver ran through me. Jesus. Her tongue was incredibly warm, it was...
She gulped me down.
“Fuck,” I grunted and pushed her head repeatedly down.
She gagged several times until I eased up, and she took me all the way in. I swear I hit her damn tonsils. My sensitive head hit the back of her throat for an extended period and made me want to fill her up. I held back again because I wanted more—no, I needed more—and didn’t want this to end.
Suddenly, she pulled all the way out and wrapped her lips back around me. Her pace slowed while her mouth stretched wide until I wasn’t sure I could take it anymore.
“Easy, angel,” I breathed.
The damn cellphone light up again.
Jesus.Couldn’t a man have a moment alone with his wife?
Whoever was calling my girl on repeat was about to be fucked. Hard. I’d give them a damn piece of my mind.
When I reached for the device, I was not surprised to see who was on the other end. If I wasn’t receiving a blow job from Tinsley, I’d answer the phone. Instead, an opportunity struck. A moment I’d been waiting for ever since meeting the mother fucker who thought he’d steal her from me.
Tinsley was mine. I’d fucking prove it. Beau Kingston would receive the message because I’d ensure he’d get the memo myself.
I pulled up the camera on the phone while Tinsley bobbed her head, and I praised her for being such a good girl all over again while I snapped a photo. A picture of her with her mouth wrapped around my cock, my hand on top of her head with my wedding band as clear as fucking day. The asshole had this coming, and I’d see he left what’s mine alone.
Tinsley kept feasting on me, my eyes about to cross from the sensations rippling through me, but I held it together. Consumed by sucking me off, she failed to notice me using her phone to click on the bastard’s number. His repeated harassment of her stared back at me, and my blood would’ve boiled with rage if it wasn’t for her. Tinsley was about to blow my load.
I typed out a quick text.
Me: I told you she’s mine. Fuck off and leave my wife alone.
Next, I sent the photograph proof of Tinsley’s gorgeous strawberry-blonde head with my hand on top, fisting her hair in pleasure. An image any man couldn’t deny as confirmation who she belonged to. Me.
I put the phone back down on the desk as Tinsley plunged deep all over again, and this time, I couldn’t hold back. All the built-up tension I’d had racing through me since day one of setting eyes on her and suffering with blue balls with every confrontation came bursting out. I blew my load straight into her willing mouth. Deep inside of her, I filled her up as Ifrantically thrusted into her mouth and cussed with a hiss, biting the air. My body was hot, sweat beads formed on my forehead, and my hands were on either side of her cheeks. I pulled her face off me, and she opened her watery eyes, but she kept her mouth clamped shut.
I ordered her, “Swallow my come like a good wife.”
My angel gulped me down with a soft whimper escaping her lips after the act was over, and it was the hottest sight I had ever seen. I not only proved to her scumbag ex whom she belonged to, but I had shown her too. Tinsley Morgan was all mine, and nobody would ever take her away from me.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Crisp Confrontation
Tinsley
