Page 25 of Hotwife

“That I did,” he stepped back, pulling down his boxers and stepping out. My mouth dropped agape at the sight of him. Naked, my eyes feasted all the way from his five o’clock shadow, down his broad chest dusted with dark hair, to his tight abs, landing on his large, erect cock.

“Oh my god,” I whispered. He was huge.

Shooting me a smirk, he replied, “You can take it.”

My eyes shot up from where they’d wandered over to his prosthetic leg. He looked bionic. Manly and strong. Like he was indestructible somehow. Like maybe he was strong enough to handle me, even. The contrast between him and the backdrop of the relaxed mountain range had me keenly aware of the wetness that slicked that spot where my thighs touched. Thigh gaps were overrated. Stalking towards me, I swallowed just as his lips met mine for another passionate kiss. How long had it been since I’d kissed someone? Not since kissing my husband all those years ago. I felt his length press into my slit and we both sighed at the feel of it.

He dipped a hand between us, separating me from what I really wanted and replacing it with his fingers. “God,” I breathed as his rough digits lightly stroked my wet center.

“Birth control?” he questioned. “How much can I do?”

Humming against his lips, I smiled. “IUD. Do everything. Please,” I whimpered in short breathless fragments. His fingers worked for a moment longer before he pulled them away and up to his lips. Inserting each one into his mouth, he sucked, like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I swear to god-”

In one unexpected movement, his cock met my entrance and pushed in with full force. Holding onto Desmond’s broad shoulders, I cried out. The fullness was excruciating and exquisite all at once. He held me effortlessly against the tree trunk as I lifted both feet to wrap around him. Easing out, we both groaned in unison as he slammed back into me. My body had adjusted to his size and was devouring every inch of his girth.

Each thrust brought me past any other peak I’d ever climbed with other men. Suddenly I was in unfamiliar waters. I had no idea when or if I would come. But it didn’t matter. The feeling of being fucked naked against a tree by Desmond was pleasure enough to last me a lifetime. One rough palm then gripped under my knee, holding me steady against the tree with ease, while the other snaked between us. This next time, when Desmond crashed into me, his thumb found my center. My ecstasy accelerated at a rapid pace, each plunge of his cock and brush of his thumb ushering me toward both internal and external peaks of euphoria.

“Fuck, Dorthea, I’ve never felt anything as good as you,” Desmond growled into my ear.

“Oh my god, Des,” I whimpered as he continued his onslaught of desire. Each dizzying time he filled me, the stars behind my eyes got closer and closer within reach.

“I want you to come for me right as I come inside you, Queen. I want to feel your pussy squeeze out every drop of me.” The gruff order heated my lower belly.

Oh, my god.

His words were gravelly and indecent, but the thought of it combined with his hard thrusts sent me over the edge. Tilting my head back against mossy wood, Desmond’s teeth found my neck and bit down on that place right between pleasure and pain. My climax echoed through the mountain range just as Desmond roared his orgasm into the nape of my neck. He jerked forward, burying himself as deep as he could go, and I felt his hot and heavy release fill me, spilling out the edges of my stretch.

The aftershocks of my intense orgasm lasted for what felt like ages. But Desmond just held me there, wrapped in his arms, until finally pulling out of me. Our breathing still finding a normal pace, I absently went to reach of my clothes when he stopped me. Gently taking my wrist, he pulled me closer, and grabbed my chin. “You alright?” he asked, voice still brusque.

I nodded. “That was…”

One corner of his lip lifted in a smirk.

“That was… decent,” I finished, grabbing my jeans and stepping in.

It’s no exaggeration when I say his laugh flew like a hawk over the Olympic mountains. Echoing through the passes. I’d always loved his rumble of a chuckle, but his full on belly-laugh was a delight to behold, just like the range behind us.

“I need to be fucking whoever you’ve been with then because if that’s only decent…”

“Oh, hush,” I quipped, tossing his shirt at his chest. “It was above average. How’s that?”

“Above average, my ass,” he replied, tone lighter than I’d ever heard it. A warm sense of pride overcame me that I was the cause of that. “That was phenomenal. But I’m always down for trying to surpass it.”

“I think that can be arranged,” I said, still tingling from our encounter.

The heat from his gaze, the way he held me so tight and rough. He was already talking about more. Which was a good thing because now that I’d had a taste, I wanted more too. I’d experienced nothing like it. But more than just the exceptional sex was the desire I felt with Desmond.

“Oh, and Dorthea?”

Desmond called over his shoulder while still gazing into his camera lens, clicking away over the steep ledge.

“Yeah?”

“You’re not sleeping around anymore. From now on, it’s me. Only me.”

My thighs heated all over again. “Why?”