Page 12 of Claiming His Wife
It was my pleasure. No need to thank me, beautiful.
The three little dots showing that Mallory is responding flash on then off again and again and I can just see the little wrinkle between her eyebrows as she types and deletes her responses.
I just want you to know how much I appreciate the effort. That’s all.
There goes that knife in the chest again. Jesus.
Taking my gorgeous wife out for a delicious dinner is no hardship.
Mallory is quick with her response.Being wined and dined and kissed half to death by my handsome husband was almost perfection.
Almost?I ask.
My cock stiffens in my boxer briefs when her response flashes on my screen and I groan low in my throat. My Mallory is feeling flirty, and I’m reminded of other nights when I had to travel and would lay in a cold hotel room bed and exchange sexy texts with her until one of us would break and call so we could talk each other to orgasm.
I didn’t want to stop touching you. Kissing you.
I rub my hand along my length wishing it was her much smaller hand.
It took all of my self-control to not bend you over the car and lick your pussy until you screamed. I fucking crave the taste of you.
God, Scott. I want that. So. Bad.
I push my boxers down my thighs, my cock springs free and I give it a couple strokes imagining the taste of her on my tongue. The way she writhes when I gently circle her clit with the tip of my tongue…fuck.
Mmm… I’d bury my face in your slick cunt and lick your little clit until your sweet honey coated my tongue, and then I’d lick you clean and start all over again.
The message instantly shows it was read, but she doesn’t respond. Is her hand down her panties? Is she rubbing her clit imagining it’s my tongue?
Are you wet for me?
Yes.
Good. Rub your clit. Make your pussy feel good.
Again, the message shows read but there’s no response, and I know it’s because her fingers are occupied doing as I said.
That’s it, baby. Now push your fingers inside that sweet cunt. Get them all slippery.
I bet you’re soaked. Is your pussy hungry for my cock?
My phone rings and I nearly drop it in my haste to connect the call. Once it connects, I nearly drop it again when I realize she’s done a video call.Fuck me.Mallory is stretched out on her bed, propped up by a mountain of pillows. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are glazed with desire.
“Jesus, Mallory, look at you. So fucking gorgeous.”
She lets out a little moan, and I can see her hand working between her legs. Her pussy is so wet I can hear the soft squelching sounds as she fucks herself with her fingers. I don’t hesitate to reach for my cock. I stroke my length and have to fight to keep my eyes open and on the screen. I don’t want to miss a second of watching my wife.
She’s close, and I know if she doesn’t slow down, she’s going to push herself over the edge. I don’t want this to end so quickly. “Stop.” Mallory lets out a little whimper of complaint but does what I say. “Play with your nipples. Get them shiny with all that pussy juice.”
Her fingers trace slow circles around first one nipple, then the other. “Good girl. Pinch them.”
She does as I say, gently pinching and tugging on the taut peaks. Her lips are parted, and her breathing quickens. “Harder. Pinch them like I would.” Her head falls back on the pile of pillows as a moan of pleasure-pain echoes in the room. “That’s it. Fuck, you’re a goddess.”
“Scott…” My name is half moan half plea.
“What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“Your cock. I want your cock buried so deep inside me that it aches.”