Page 87 of Marry Lies
“Louder,” Miles commands. “Scream for me, butterfly.”
“God, Miles.” My head falls back against him as I buck my hips wildly on top of him. I’ve never been this brazen before, but something about experiencing this withhim, perhaps because, despite everything, I trust him, heightens everything.
“I need to feel your cunt squeeze me, wife,” he growls. “I want you to come for me.”
“I’m close—”
He massages my clit with his thumb, and it makes all the difference. I begin to convulse as he curls his fingers deeper inside of me, and then he uses his left hand to squeeze my left nipple.
I shatter on top of him, screaming as my hips jerk against his wrist. My legs lift off the floor slightly as my toes curl, and the feel of Miles grinding against me, the feel of him pulling me close into his body, twisting and tugging at my nipple with practiced ease—
“That’s it, one more,” he murmurs, his soft breath against my ear coaxing a second orgasm out of me.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and it’s suddenly too much–
“Miles,” I gasp, chest heaving.
“Let go,” he commands, his voice hot and direct in my right ear.
“No, I’m going to—”
“Estelle,let go.”
I go taut as my legs shake, and then it happens. I eject his fingers as my body convulses on top of him. The most intense feeling of…something…overcomes me. I see white, stars begin to dance in my vision, and something is coming out of me…
He moans and pulls me close just as I try to pull my legs closed.
I can’t believe I just did that.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he says, pulling me into his chest. “You came so hard for me, butterfly. I’m so proud of you.”
I’m gasping for air when I open my eyes. It’s too dark to see it, but I can feel how wet he is underneath me.
“Oh, god,” I say, covering my mouth before I die of humiliation.. “I just peed on you.”
Miles laughs, his hands finding my waist. “That’s never happened to you before?”
I gawk even though he can’t see me. I’m still shaking, and his hands come to my thighs to calm my nerves, rubbing small circles into my flesh.
“Did I…” I trail off.
“Squirt all over my cufflinks? You really do follow directions well.”
“You don’t mind?” I ask, looking over my shoulder at him. “It’s—that’s never happened to me before.”
“Mind?” he growls. “Stand up.”
I stumble to my feet, knees shaky, and turn to face him. Silently, he leans forward and reaches between my thighs, pulling my knickers down my legs. Watching him with weak knees, he fumbles with his belt buckle, and I suck in a breath when he unsheathes his thick cock.
“Do you think I mind that my wife came all over my lap?” he asks incredulously, spreading his legs slightly. Stroking his cock slowly, my mouth goes dry when I see the way he works the tip of his shaft, swirling what I assume is precum before working down again. “My cock is weeping, butterfly. For you. That was, hands down, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot.” He chuckles lightly.
I nearly gasp at his words, but before I can answer him, he reaches out for me. Twisting me around, he tugs me closer so that I’m standing between his legs. I briefly glance at the couple who are still happily fucking in front of us.
“Since you’re so good at following directions, I’m going to give you some more,” he says, his calloused fingers tracing the outsides of my thighs. He lifts my dress up, and my cheeks heat when I realize my arse is right in his face. A second later, I feel a sharp pinch on my flesh, and he groans so low that I feel it travel from my feet up to my head. “Such a perfect ass,” he adds, running a hand over my left cheek. “Sit on my cock, Estelle.”
His words reverberate through me, and I suck in a sharp breath as I bend my knees, lowering myself over his lap. He moans when my aching center meets the tip of his hard length. He holds me there, palms on the undersides of my thighs just as we make contact.
“Fuck, I’m not even inside of you, and yet I could come just from the feel of you touching me. So fucking warm. So fucking soft. Sofuckingwet,” he mutters.
