Page 22 of Wild Card
“You can lie to yourself but don’t lie to me.” I take a step toward him, but then I feel the small soft hand of my wife on my arm. It stops me instantly, and I look down at her.
“There you are, Daddy.” She says it so sweetly and then licks her bottom lip. She knows exactly what that does to me when she uses that tone, and my cock comes to attention. “I was asking about the red velvet cake. I know it’s your favorite, but I wanted to taste it first.” She leans in close so her tits are pressing against my arm. “You know how much I love it when it’s extra creamy.”
My jaw tics, and I stare down the top of her dress. She’s unbuttoned the top of it since before she and Kelly brought the kids in here. I can’t help but wonder if this is what she was doing the whole time I was saying goodbye to everyone.
Bending down so that only she can hear me, I stare into her eyes. “You little tease.”
“Me?” She blinks innocently. “I would never do something like that, Daddy.” She says the last word with a tiny moan, and fuck, she’s horny. That’s the sound she makes when her cunt needs to be filled.
I press my lips together, and my nostrils flare. “Right this second?” I say, and her cheeks flush, confirming exactly what I thought. I whip around, and the young baker jumps back in response. “You guys have a restroom?”
“No.” He shakes his head and then thinks better of his answer. “I mean yes. It’s for employees only.” Before I can say anything, he holds up a key. “But I would be happy to make an exception.”
“Thank you,” Rue sing-songs as he points us behind the counter and to the door marked Private.
As soon as I unlock the door and go inside, I notice it’s been recently remodeled and everything looks new. Good, one less thing to worry about before I close the door behind us and turn the bolt.
Rue is playing with the hem of her dress and looks up at me innocently as she backs against the door. “Are you mad at me?”
“You’re being a brat.” I plant my palms on either side of her and bend down so we’re eye to eye. “And I know you’re not wearing any panties.”
“Oops.” She flutters her eyelashes and doesn’t try very hard to hide her grin.
“When you and Kelly and the kids left Luke and me in the restaurant, I noticed something in my lap right before I got up.”
“That was an accident. I know how much you hate it when I don’t wear panties with my dresses.”
“Hate it?” I clench my teeth and shake my head. “It drives me fucking crazy, and you know it.”
“I must have forgotten.” She reaches out and trails her fingers up my chest, and then I feel them on my neck. My cock is throbbing, and she damn well knows it. “But now I’m all wet, and it’s messy down there.”
“Show me.” I swallow hard as she reaches for the front of her dress and pulls it up. Sure enough, I can see her bare pussy lips are wet, and it’s smeared against the inside of her thighs.
I’m on my knees and pushing her knees apart before I have time to care about how she manipulated me into this situation. This is how she is, and this is how I am. It’s why we fit together so perfectly.
“Fuck, you are a mess.” I look up at her as I slowly lift her thigh onto my shoulder. “Let me clean you up.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” She rocks her hips forward in invitation, and I don’t need to be told twice.
I start by licking the insides of her thighs first and then working my way over her wet lips. She’s whimpering by the time I slide my tongue against her clit and then suck on it.
“Daddy!” she cries out, and I know she’s forgotten we’re not at home. I want to tell her to be quiet, but my mouth is busy.
She rubs against my face as I suck on her pussy and lick all her pretty holes. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and when she cums, she’s not quiet. Not in the least. As soon as I lick her clean, I set her on her shaky legs and turn her to face the door.
“Stick that ass out. You know what I want.” I reach for the front of my jeans and practically rip them open. Her eyelids are heavy from her climax, but when she looks down and sees my cock jutting out, they flare with desire.
She’s still teasing me as she slowly turns around, but I’ve had enough. I grab her hips and jerk them back so her ass is out and her dress is up around her waist. I kick her feet farther apart and then lick my hand before slapping it against her bare pussy.
“Daddy!” she squeals and looks back over her shoulder at me.
“Be quiet,” I order and then rub my fingers over her clit. She bites her bottom lip and rocks against my finger. “You’ll take this like a good girl. Won’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathes and pushes back against my fingers.
I pull them away and then pop her pussy again. She yelps and her eyes widen.
“Yes, what?” I ask, then use my slick thumb to push against her asshole.