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I thrust up again, my chest heaving and my balls spent, but I’m not finished with her. I want to make good on my word. Without giving her a chance to catch her breath, I pull her off my cock and push her panties back in position. My cum dripping from her pussy is not something I’m okay with, but the fabric of her panties being drenched and knowing she’s sitting in my cum make it bearable.

She drops down onto her back, in the perfect position for me, so I kneel above her face, and her eyes widen. As I straddle her face, my cock is semihard and coated in our combined juices, my jeans and boxers around my ankles.

“Suck me clean, sweetheart,” I rasp. “Lick our cum off my cock.”

Hunger flares in her eyes, and when her tongue darts out of her mouth, my cock jumps. I hold my cock out to her, and she swipes over the dripping head, causing me to hiss in approval.

“Good girl,” I praise, and she mewls.

My cock thickens, and I slowly inch inside her open mouth, loving the wetness and warmth of her. “I want to fuck your mouth so bad,” I admit, glancing down at her. “I want tofuck it, and really hard.” I swallow past the thickness in my throat. Admitting my dark, filthy thoughts is new to me, but Summer gives me the confidence to be my true self without feeling the shame I was accustomed to.

I withdraw from her mouth and jerk off over her. The thought of coming in her mouth or over her beautiful face has excitement sparking every dormant cell in my body to life. Marking her as mine for all to see, fuck yes. My hand moves quicker, my cock dripping pre-cum onto her lips, making a filthy mess that leaks down her chin.

“Use my face, Mase. Do what you want. Use me how you want.”

My heart skips a beat, and my hand jerks at her words.

“Show me how filthy you can make me, marking me with your cum like your own personal slut.”

The grip on my cock tightens to the point of pain, but I embrace it. “My little cum slut,” I bite out, feeling absolutely fucking feral for her. Then I rise onto my knees and smack my cock against her lips. As her lips begin to part, I slam inside her mouth, forcing a gag, but I continue with my assault, surging into her throat.

I drop forward, resting my hands in the dirt, and with my knees resting on each side of her head, I lift, then slam back down, fucking her mouth like it’s her pussy. “Fuck. That’s it.”Thrust.“Fuck, take it.”

The sound of her gagging, the slickness of her drool, and the feeling of her teeth scraping as I slam inside her sends my arousal skyrocketing, spearing through me like lightning.

She clings to me like her life depends on it, her nails creating crescents in my thighs, and my quad muscles contract under each powerful thrust of me face-fucking her. “My little fucking slut to command,” I spit out, and sweat drips into the dirt from my head. “Mine to fill.” I pound into her. “Every fucking hole needs filled. Reminded it’s mine.”

Her gargled moan and the way her throat closes aroundme pulls the cum from my slit in euphoric waves of ecstasy, spurt after spurt filling her hole and causing her to choke. I withdraw quickly then jerk my cock wildly over her face.

“Fucking beautiful,” I groan and stare into her open mouth to see the cum painting her from the inside out.

FORTY

MASE

We remainquiet on the drive home. I unraveled her hair from the braid I love so much so I could play with the golden strands while she rests her head in my lap, with her lips suckling me. It’s as if she knew I needed comfort after my savage actions. My mind scrambled with turmoil as soon as I came down from my orgasm. I loved and loathed what I’d done, but Summer continuously reassured me it was what she wanted. But I knew by the way she spoke that I’d hurt her throat, and the last thing I want to do is hurt her.

The soft sounds she emits as she suckles brings with it a sense of solitude, and when I steal a peek, she smiles back up at me. With her lips stretched around my cock, she sucks so innocently while the turmoil plays out in my head like a movie. Only, it isn’t, it’s a fucking memory, yet another one that plagues me.

Previously …

We went on a date tonight, and Tara flirted with every man in sight. I don’t know if she even realizes she’s doing it anymore because she no longer glances at me or attempts to catch my eye.She just does it like I don’t exist, like she doesn’t care. Another way of humiliating me in front of my friends.

Owen asked me earlier if I told her about the divorce papers, but I didn’t want to rock the boat. She’s been better recently, not as angry or abusive, and I don’t want to risk her mood changing where it becomes unbearable again.

“You’ve been quiet all night. What’s wrong?” she asks, unclipping her diamond earring and placing it on the dresser along with the other. It’s not lost on me that I don’t recognize them. She might have purchased them for herself, but more than likely, someone else did.

Either way, I don’t care.

“I saw you talking to Owen. You were fine until you spoke with him.”

She’s never liked my friends, not one of them. I’m pretty sure it’s because they don’t like her either. But our friendships are the only thing I’m not prepared to budge on. Besides, she knows I have to work with them to continue making our business a success and keep her in her luxuries.

“You should look at just selling your shares if your friends are making you miserable.”

I spin to face her fully, and when she slowly peels her skimpy dress off her shoulders, my cock twitches to life. It’s been a while since I saw her naked, saw any woman naked. My friends have encouraged me to join them at strip clubs, but I make an effort to stay away out of respect to my wife and the fact I’d probably come in my pants like a teenager just for seeing bare tits, it’s been so long.

Her red G-string slides to the floor, and when she turns to face me, my gaze roams over her bare tits. They sit on her chest unmoving, an enhancement I never wanted her to have, but Tara insisted, so much so, she disappeared on me for weeks on end and returned with them done, along with an ass that looks nothing like the ass I knew her to have.