Page 23 of Irredeemable

We’re further down the hallway when the guy goes to kiss her, and Sammie moves her head to the side. The brush of his lips touching her neck has me clenching my fists, anger burning through my veins. Her lips were the one spot reserved for only me.

They go tumbling into the restroom, and I catch the door before it can close fully, keeping it cracked as Sammie has him stand with his back to me, and she lowers to her knees. He releases a groan when her hand rubs near his crotch. I pull out my phone and start recording as she starts to unbuckle and tug his pants down. Grimacing when I’m met with the unpleasant sight of his hairy, pasty white ass, I ease the door open and click it softly closed behind me. Her eyes dart to mine as her hand pumps something in front of her face. I smirk and see the slight twitch of her lips as she flutters her eyelashes at the groaning man.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?”

“Yes,” He moans, his hand petting down her dark hair.

I almost laugh. She hates that, the delicate touch like she’s some fragile flower. No, my wife likes her hand wrapped around my wrist as I force her head back, shove my cock down her throat, and cut off her breath.

It also said something about her touch; he didn’t even notice someone else in the room with them. The Senator of New York should have questioned a random woman in Costa Rica who was willing to suck his dick within minutes of approaching him.

Sammie’s head bobs as she starts to suck his cock. He pulls his shirt up to watch her as I step to the side, getting the full view of it on my phone. My dick presses against my jeans as I watch her, it isn’t nearly as enthusiastic as when she swallows down mine, but watching her is hot as hell.

The senator finally notices me, startling as he tries to pull away. “Woah. What the–”

Sammie’s nails dig into his ass, pulling him further into her mouth and keeping him there. He hisses, unable to control the thrust of his hips.

“Enjoying my wife’s mouth, Senator?” I taunt, moving to record his face. “Shall I try your wife, and we can compare?”

Sammie makes a disgruntled noise, and I laugh. “She’s a possessive one, my wife. Kind of like yours. Did you know she’s paying millions for proof of your infidelity?”

The man lets out a shout as he comes, and I just know that Sammie had clenched her throat around the tip of his dick. She pulls away, spitting his cum onto the tiled floor. Sammie stands, moving to the mirror and fixing her barely smeared lipstick.

The senator tucks himself back in and glares at us, his pale face flushed. “What do you want?”

Shutting off my phone, I wave him off. “Nothing. The James family sends their regards.”

He pales and scurries out the door.

Sammie sighs, looking at me with hungry eyes. “You could have warned me that it was a job.”

Shrugging, I cup her jaw, my thumb running along her swollen bottom lip and smearing her makeup up her cheek. “That would have taken away the fun for you.”

She frowns. “True, but–”

I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing so she can’t speak. “Sebastian promises that was the last one. He got the Italians to back off from your stunt last year. Now, to punish you for touching someone else.”

Her pupils widen, and I let go to flip her, push a hand on her back, and bend her over the sink. “Are you wet? Did you enjoy sucking his cock?”

Pulling her dress up, I drag my fingers up her thighs and to her bare, sopping pussy. She gasps, shaking her head. I push a finger into her seeping wetness and let out a groan deep in my throat. “You’re fucking gushing.”

“You.. it’s for y-you.” She stammers as I push two more fingers in, stretching her tight walls.

I remove my fingers and push her dress up more so I can squeeze the globes of her ass, parting the fat cheeks and skimming my thumb through her crease. “You got all hot and bothered from me watching?”

She nods, biting her lip as she watches me through the mirror. I grind my erection into her, enjoying the small whimpers when my zipper presses against her. Unbuckling my jeans, I stroke my cock and then run my head along her slick folds, gathering her wetness and rubbing down my shaft. I press my tip at her entrance, and she raises on her toes, trying to rock back into me.

“I’m not sure you deserve to have my cock after touching another man.”

“No, Tanner,” She cries, her knuckles turning white as she grips the porcelain of the sink. “Please. I need you.”

I push till my crown disappears into her pussy with a small pop and pause. Her head slumps forward, and she tries to move her ass back. Gripping her hips, I keep her still, ignoring the searing warmth that made me desperate to sink further into her.

“You are mine,” I growled through clenched teeth. “You best never forget that.” Surging forward, I force her to take my cock to the hilt as her mouth opens in a silent scream.

“I am yours,” She pants, her pussy fluttering around me.

I pull out back, watching her glistening cunt stretch around me as I move. Thrusting back in, she grunts as I push her harder against the sink. I pound into her, and the slapping of my balls against her clit with each punishing stroke has her screaming under me. I hold her so tightly that I know her sides will be littered with bruises, just like her hips would be from the surface she is bent over.

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