Page 44 of Lust

But she’s teasing me, sliding the folds of fabric over her skin to show a strip of creamy white, then slipping them closed again. After three minutes and thirteen seconds of this torture, she puts down her toothbrush, rinses her mouth, and lets the robe drop to the floor. With a wink at the camera, she saunters back to the bedroom.

For the next ten minutes, I sip black diner coffee with a massive erection throbbing in my pants while I watch my lover pleasure herself into three violent orgasms before sliding a plug into her ass. For me. All for me, while her husband sits a few yards away talking sports with his high school friends. Some of whom once beat me to a bloody pulp. And all I can think about is how I have to go bury myself in Ruby’s ass before my dick bursts right here in this restaurant.

I flag down Delilah.

“Keep him here.” I point to Brent. “I don’t care how you do it, but keep him here for at least two hours.”

A slight nod of acknowledgement is her only response. I slap a hundred-dollar bill onto my table, rearrange the front of my pants, and stride past the table of jocks out to my Range Rover. They’re too caught up in their own conversation to even notice me.

Ruby’s still in bed, naked, when I get there, reading one of her romance novels. I watch her through the bedroom window while I slowly stroke my cock, which hardened again instantly the moment I saw her. Finally, unable to wait any longer, I pull out a glass cutter and reach up to slice a hole in the windowpane.

As though she can sense me, Ruby looks up from her book and shakes her head. She rolls out of bed, her body on full display, saunters over, and opens the window.

“If you cut this glass, it’ll be freezing in here. What are you thinking?”

Climbing over the windowsill, I shrug. “I’ll buy a new one.”

She rolls her eyes.

“It’ll take time to replace. Meanwhile, it’s still December outside.”

“Touché.” I reach down and fondle the end of the metal plug in her ass. It’s warm from her body heat. Blood surges to my cock. I’ll soon be the one experiencing that warmth.

“Are you ready for me?” My voice sounds thick, raspy.

Ruby climbs up on the bed and gets on all fours. “Do I look ready?”

The metal gleams, and I bend over to kiss the surrounding skin. Licking the edges, I taste the tang of metal on my tongue.

“I’m going to take this out in just a minute,” I grab the bottle of lube from her nightstand, “but first, I’m going to prepare to take its place.”

Ruby turns to look at me while I strip off my shirt. I’ve bared my chest in dozens of photoshoots so drooling photographers could display my body to countless clamoring men and women. But right here, with the love of my life, I feel self-conscious. I hesitate, my t-shirt pulled halfway up my chest.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Ruby breathes.

I lift the shirt the rest of the way and show her what was covered up with makeup and Photoshop in all the pictures: my scar.

“My God.” She reaches for my shoulder, tracing her finger along the line of knotted skin that runs from my right shoulder down my chest. “What happened?“

“Your husband and his buddies.” My jaw clenches.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I wish I’d known. I wish I could have stopped them.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Salty tears prick the backs of my eyes, but I allow none to escape the fortress I’ve built. “It’s ancient history. But I hope you understand why it brings me so much joy to fuck his wife’s tight little asshole under his own roof.” I grab her shoulders and turn her around, then grip a handful of her hair and murmur into the perfect seashell of her ear, “now get back on your knees, my queen.”

With a gentle shove, I push her back onto all fours. I quickly finish stripping off my clothes, then walk around to the other side of the bed and present my cock to Ruby’s waiting mouth.

“This time you’re going to see it while you suck me,” I tell her. “So you’ll know just how much more is left while you imagine how I’m going to feel in your ass.”

She moans as she takes my cock into her mouth, sucking greedily.

“Slow down.” I slap her cheek. “This is just the appetizer.”

She looks up at me with those wide blue eyes, the picture of innocence even while my thick cock glides between her pretty pink lips.

I could stare at this image forever, but I have another prize waiting. Cupping her chin in my hand, I slowly pull out of her mouth and watch her pink tongue lick her lips, like she wants to lap up every last taste of me. This woman drives me fucking wild.

Forcing myself to walk casually, I make my way back around the bed. Once there, though, I seize her by the hips and drag her toward me, all pretense of calm evaporating.

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