Page 85 of Between Commitment and Betrayal
Doe eyes. She did them right. Full of innocence and longing and naivete when she brushed her hand over my bulge. “Just finishing up what I started with my husband so he can go to dinner.”
“Declan, you there?” Piper said as Everly unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, my jersey shifting mesmerizingly over her chest as she did. Then she wrapped her fingers around my cock, and I had to bite my damn fist to not moan into the phone.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to make dinner, Piper,” I choked out as she stroked me up and down, up and down with a soft but firm grip. When she lowered her head to drag her tongue over my pierced tip, I felt like I was going to explode before we even got started.
“Oh, why? Anastasia was really looking forward to it.”
“I don’t know why Anastasia would be looking forward to it. I didn’t say I was going,” I ground out through clenched teeth right as Everly wrapped her soft full lips around my cock and hollowed out her cheeks.
“She misses us having you all to ourselves, Declan. I mean, do you have plans with Everly?”
Her tongue swirled around as I tried to listen, as I tried to formulate any sort of thought other than that I wanted to fuck this woman for the rest of eternity. “I do have plans. With my wife. For the foreseeable future. So, don’t make another plan for me.”
I hung up on her and growled loud as I pulled Everly from my cock and shoved her down onto the ground where I could hover over her. “I should fuck your mouth more often. Seems you like taking me there with someone listening.”
“Are you going to dinner?” she asked, a frown on her face.
“Jesus, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” I looped a finger into her panties.
“Maybe you should,” she murmured. Her voice dipped low though and I knew she didn’t mean it. There was no way either of us were going anywhere after I’d felt those soft lips wrapped around my erection.
“Maybe. Or maybe I should give you what you really want.” I pulled the lace to the side so I could brush my hand over her. “Spread your legs like a good girl, baby.”
My wife, the one who normally would have thought this through, didn’t hesitate. Her thighs opened for me to see her pussy glistening.
“Wet as always, Ms. Everly Belafonte. You think if your cunt could choose it would be Mrs. EverlyHardyinstead? It’s ready for me every time.” Just saying her name with my last attached to it had my cock hardening.
“I think that would be ridiculous considering our plan.”
“What plan exactly?” I whispered in her ear before I slid my finger in her.
She wanted to answer, I saw her open her mouth, but I sucked her bottom lip between mine and worked her clit agonizingly slow, so slow she forgot to say anything butplease.
Over and over again.
“You want your husband to fuck you?” I asked.
She nodded fast.
I worked her up further. “Say you want your husband’s cock, Everly. Only mine.”
Her sapphire eyes caught my stare. “Declan…” she whimpered.
“Say what you want.”
“Fine. I want my husband’s cock. God, please.”
I was no better than all the men that saw her and wanted her for themselves. Everyone at my gym, Wes, Gianni, all of them. She was a fucking phenom of a woman that I wanted to consume for the rest of my lifetime.
I drove home into her. At this point, her sex was where my dick belonged. Rolling my hips so the friction would arouse her clit, I asked, “How does it feel to be full of me, Everly?”
She clawed at my back, wanting more, wanting it faster, probably wanting what we had before. “Hurry,” she pleaded.
“Raindrop, I’m taking my time. Nice and slow.” I pulled my length from her inch by inch, letting us both feel every part of each other and then I pushed back in with agonizing control. “We’ve got all the time in the world.Nice and slow.”
She whimpered, those
I repeated it over and over until I took not one but two orgasms from her.
