Page 11 of Demanding Husband
“She told me she wanted me,” Vince continued.
That was all Lorelei needed. She put Vince’s pole back in her mouth and began to suck hard. He gasped and moaned but continued his story.
“She … she got so upset,” Vince sighed, barely able to get his words out. “She was crying. I … I don’t know what happened.”
Lorelei knew he needed more encouragement, so she began to hum. The vibrations went through her mouth and around Vince’s cock. She never gave him hummers anymore, even though he loved them.
She glanced up to see Vince’s mouth open so wide she thought his jaw might pop out of its socket. Then, a long, aching moan. His whole body tightened and Lorelei knew what that meant: she was about to be served his load, hot and sticky, right into her mouth.
She kept humming as she took him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked. Dribbles of precum mixed with her saliva as he edged ever closer to completion.
“I kissed her,” Vince gasped. “I threw her against the wall and I kissed her.”
The mental image of him throwing Claire against the wall sent thrills up and down her spine. She could see him now, grabbing her and throwing her before pressing his body into hers. Lorelei felt her whole body cover in goosebumps as she thought about it.
“I pressed my body against hers,” he gasped. “I … I stuck my tongue in her mouth.”
A sharp moan burst out of Lorelei’s mouth as she struggled to contain herself. More than anything, she wanted to shove Vince into her so she could gush all over him while he repeated those beautiful words, but this was for him—her pleasure would come later.
Vince looked down at her as he continued telling the story, “I pressed my body against hers,” he said, a little more confident. “I shoved my hard cock against her stomach. She wrapped her legs around my waist.”
Lorelei shivered and took him to the back of her throat and held it there as she felt her whole body fill with electricity.
“I kissed her,” Vince repeated. “I kissed her.”
His thighs tightened beneath Lorelei, tensing and releasing in a sweet rhythm that she knew all too well. She kept his cock at the back of her throat for as long as she could stand.
Within seconds his hot, salty semen washed down her throat, so thick and sticky it almost choked her. She gobbled it up, swallowing it as it continued to spurt out, moving her lips slowly around his shaft.
When he was finished, she let his softening phallus slip out of her mouth. She gasped for breath, her whole body shaking. Vince threw his head back into the couch cushions, struggling to bring his breathing under control. Lorelei wiped the corners of her mouth as she watched him. She couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next. The idea of him pursuing the teenager tantalized her more than she could put into words.
Chapter seven
Sticky fingers
“Thisistakingtoolong,” Claire whined. She was sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, swinging her legs. The heels of her feet bashed into the wooden doors below in a rhythmicdum-dum. To the left of her, the old broad, Lorelei, was making dinner. All Claire could think about was how withered she looked. Haggard, even. She had deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, making her look at least eighty years old. Not like Vince. His skin was smooth and supple and just as young-looking as hers. She knew he’d settled for Lorelei, there was no way he could love thatfrumpyold thing.
Claire slipped off the counter and moved through the open-plan living space. She’d seen it before but pretended she hadn’t. She gazed at the pictures on the walls of Vince’s work and felt her knees go weak. She was here—really here, legally—standing in Vince’s kitchen, waiting for him to come downstairs while his old prune of a wife cooked them a delicious meal.
There was a deep, nagging voice in the back of her mind that kept reminding her that without Lorelei, none of this would be happening. She wouldn’t be standing in their home, waiting to eat with Vince. It was all because of that withered prune. It pained Claire to think about it. How dried up she was, not providing enough sex for her man. Claire dreaded the day she would end up like her.
No, she thought, I’ll never be like her. Not ever.
When Lorelei wasn’t looking, Claire silently sneaked up the stairs. She made sure to tread lightly, not making a sound.
The agreement was that they would just eat tonight, nothing more. They wanted to get to know each other, but Claire didn’t need to get to know Vince. She knew everything she needed to know: he was cute, he was rich, and he wanted to screw her. Wasn’t that all she needed to know? She especially didn’t need to know Lorelei. Why in the hell would she ever want anything to do with that old bat?
Claire remembered the way to the master bedroom, where Vince was showering. She slipped through the hallway and pushed open their bedroom door. Clothes were thrown onto the bed. Claire could hear the shower running. She tip-toed through the room and perched on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to emerge.
It only took a couple of minutes for the shower to turn off, and another couple of minutes until Claire could hear him moving around on the tiled floor.
The door opened, revealing a soaking wet Vince. He was holding a small towel over his crotch. Claire’s eyes instantly bulged as she stared at it, hoping the towel would somehow drop. Her teeth bit down on her lip.
“What are you doing in here?” Vince asked. “Does Lorelei know you’re up here?”
The sound of his voice drew Claire out of her trance, but she couldn’t move her eyes away from that towel. “Yes, Daddy,” Claire whined. “I just want you so bad.”
Vince followed her line of sight to his crotch and, without warning, he moved the towel aside. Claire shuddered as she took in the sight of his huge cock, limp and hanging in front of his balls. A rush of saliva filled her mouth. Would he allow her to give it a little kiss? Take it into her mouth, suck on it a little …