Page 21 of Demanding Husband

As soon as he sat down, Claire’s hands were all over him. Touching his erect cock, rubbing it through his pants as he tried to merge into the traffic.

Vince pushed her hands away over and over, trying to concentrate on the road in front of him, but Claire wouldn’t take no for an answer. She kept touching him, leaning down as if she was going to give him another blow job. It was too much to handle for Vince. He couldn’t think straight with her wriggling around next to him, trying to seduce him.

“Please,” Vince begged. “Just stop. We’ll be at your house soon and we can do whatever you want.”

“I need my Daddy,” Claire whined, sinking her head down and letting her fingers open his fly.

Vince shoved his hand onto his crotch, stopping her. Claire looked up at him, pouting, and folded her arms across her chest.

“I want my Daddy in my mouth,” Claire whined.

“Not yet,” Vince snapped. “I don’t want to crash the car.”

Claire didn’t like that. She slumped into her seat and looked out the window sullenly like a child who had been told no for the first time in her life.

Vince was finally able to drive safely. As soon as the car was parked on the side of the road, Claire vaulted over the seats and landed in Vince’s lap. Before he could open his mouth to scold her, she put her hands between her legs and wrestled his snake out of his pants. Vince looked down, open-mouthed.

There was no hope for him now. How could he deny her? She was clearly desperate for him. Vince leaned his head back and enjoyed the feeling of her touching him. His cock grew in her hands quickly, ready to fuck her within seconds. Claire looked down at it eagerly, licking her lips.

Vince hooked his finger beneath her chin and looked deeply into her eyes. “Not now,” he said. “We don’t have much time.”

Claire seemed to understand. She moved her fingers from his cock to her pussy, shifting her underwear to the side so he could fuck her with ease. Claire did all the work this time. She eased his shaft into her soaking wetness and immediately began lifting and lowering herself. Her hands anchored on his shoulders as she moved up and down. Claire’s deep blue eyes were hidden behind her eyelids, squeezed shut so hard her whole face was scrunched up. Vince could barely focus on her face. All he could feel was her warm wet walls wrapped around his shaft. The only thing he could do was rest his hands on her hips, holding her as she continued to rise and lower her body.

It didn’t take long for Claire to finish. Vince gasped, struggling for breath every time she clenched around his shaft. It was almost too much for him—her strong muscles crushing his cock in fits of unbelievable pleasure. His mouth found its way to her bosom. He opened wide and took one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling as he felt himself edge closer to completion.

A sharp knocking sound startled them both and broke them from their lustful venture.

Vince let Claire’s breast drop from his mouth before looking out the window. He was surprised to see a film of fog over the glass. Vince lifted his palm and wiped it away, revealing an angry-looking woman outside.

“Mom!” Claire screamed.

Suddenly the teenage girl was struggling to cover herself up, writhing on Vince as she tried to make herself decent. She hopped off his lap, his hardness sliding out of her with an audible wet squelch. Vince hurried to tuck himself away while Claire’s mother’s eyes burned into his.

Damnit. Goddamnit.Vince thought. What the hell am I going to do now?There was nothing else he could do, really.

Claire was on the other side of the car, sorting her clothes and gathering her belongings. He would have to get out of the car and face the music with her. Wasn’t that what her mother deserved, at least? An honest talk with the man she just saw fucking her eighteen-year-old daughter?

Vince put his hand on the door handle and attempted to swing the door open. Claire’s mother, apparently, wasn’t happy with that. She slammed the door shut in his face and pointed, her face seething.

“Did I tell you to get out of your car?” she screamed. “Stay the hell away from my family!”

Claire lurched out of the passenger seat and ran to her mother, her metaphorical tail tucked between her legs. Vince sat there, bemused. He watched the two of them walk up the driveway, toward the house then disappear inside.

Chapter thirteen

Den of the lioness

Vinceputonhismost confident attitude and waltzed up the driveway. His instinct told him to call out and chase them but he had done enough of these walks; he knew to keep himself calm and alluring. Of course, that was going to be a challenge. He’d never had to calm down a furious mother because he’d been caught screwing her daughter.

Vince thought he’d be able to talk his way out of this one. First, defuse. Be calm, polite, and apologetic. Second, when she’s calmed down, find some common ground. And, lastly, figure out how to talk to her and let her know that you mean no harm.

He wasn’t sure it was going to work but he had to try. If Claire’s mother decided to stop this affair, he would lose the one thing holding his life together. Vince didn’t want to admit it, but it was true. Claire was the one thing keeping everything together. Without her, he knew his marriage would fall to pieces. Without his marriage, everything else would crumble.

He was using Claire as a crutch for now, and he couldn’t have that crutch ripped out from under him.

Vince approached the door. He could see Claire inside through the window, her face was red, tears trailing down her face. Her mother stood opposite her, her back to the door—she made no move to answer it.

“Please,” Vince said, raising his voice enough to be heard through the wood, “just let me explain.”