Page 69 of Dearly Betrayed

“You are my slut and only mine.”

“How can I be a slut if I’m only fucking you?”

“It’s because you let me do whatever filthy thing I can think of. And you know the worst part? You fucking love it.”

“God, yes,” she moans, going faster. I don’t know how much longer I can take this before I sink myself inside of her, but I want to push her to the edge before I fill her to the brim.

“You went from my virginal wife to my filthy slut in only a few days. All because you love my cock buried between your legs. You love the way I make you come.”

“God, I love it,” she groans, fingers digging into my skin. “I love it so much.”

“You want me to come on your pretty mouth. You want me to punish those filthy lips and fuck your tight pussy until you scream. That’s all you want, isn’t it? That’s why you’re my perfect, beautiful, lovely little slut. Because all you can think about is getting fucked and satisfied.”

“Jayson,” she says, and I can tell she’s close now by the sound of her voice.

I grab her hips and move them up ever so slightly, enough that my tip presses against her entrance. I’m already soaked, and she’s dripping wet, which means I slide into her like nothing, thrusting up deep into her tight slit. She screams her bliss as I thrust again, and again, and again, then take one nipple into my mouth and suck it hard as she comes, her entire body twitching, spasming, shaking, until she’s nothing more than a wet little puddle of bliss lying in my lap.

“Good girl,” I say, stroking her hair, kissing her neck and chest. “Such a good girl.”

“I like how I’m a slut when you’re fucking me, but a good girl when I come.” She’s grinning huge, leaning up against my chest. “It’s almost sweet.”

“I’m not sure that’s the word I’d use for it.” I cup her chin and kiss her lips. “But you are a good girl, Fallon.”

“Thank you.” She slips back, smiling at me with this sulky, satisfied grin, as she takes my cock in one hand. “But my work isn’t done.”

“Oh, you aresucha good girl,” I moan as she takes my cock in her mouth. She sucks me hard, taking me as deep as she can, always game to push her limits. It’s so fucking sexy I can barely control myself. This virginal girl wants to deep throat my cock all because she loves when I praise her.

And I praise her: I tell her how beautiful she looks sucking me off. How good her tongue feels as she’s sliding it up and down my shaft. How badly I want to fill her lovely throat and make her swallow every drop.

“Come for me,” she begs, one hand between her legs. “Fuck, Jayson. I want it, please.”

There is nothing more incredible than a woman begging for me to come in her mouth. I grip her hair as she sucks my tip, moaning as she works her clit, and I come deep into her throat. I sense her body tensing, her thighs squeezing together as my orgasm peaks, and I can tell she’s coming for a second time—she got herself off as she sucked me into heaven.

“Good girl,” I say and hold her tight against my chest.

We stay like that for a while. Even long after the sex cools off, I want her close. This is my life now—the life of a man stupidly infatuated with his wife.

All I want to do is be with her. I want to sleep with her, fuck her, come inside of her, get her off?—

But I also want to talk to her. Laugh with her. Have dinner, go dancing, play the casino games. All I want to do is spend time around my wife, and it’s really fucking me up, but I decided that I’m not going to question it anymore.

It’s rare in life to find a relationship that feels good.

No strings attached, no complications—except for the obvious ones—what we have is pure. We fit together in a way I’ve been looking for since I was a young man and began to believe was impossible.

“You never did tell me what’s bothering you,” I whisper as I hold her.

She jerks slightly. “I was falling asleep.”

“I’m sorry.” I hold her tighter. “You can drift off. I’ll be quiet.”

“You’re really worried about it, aren’t you?”

“That implies there’s something to be worried about.”

“I didn’t say that.”

I kiss the back of her neck. “Come on. Tell me what’s wrong.”

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