Chapter 24 #2
“Your wife,” I continued, “wants my cock. And I should give her what she wants, right? She asked so fucking nicely. Said ‘please’ and everything. It’d be so rude to say no.
” I pressed one hand to the carpet, using that to hold myself up as I used my other hand to run a thumb along Juliette’s plump lips.
“I think I’ll do it. I think I’ll give her my cock.
And I might even come inside her. Do you want that, Juliette?
Do you want me to come inside you while your husband watches? ”
She sucked my thumb into my mouth, nodding up at me. “Mhm. I’d really like that.”
“And I’m pretty sure I’ll do what you haven’t been able to do,” I said, eyes meeting Gordon’s.
That pathetic fucking look on his face just spurred me on.
He deserved everything I was saying and about to say.
He deserved to watch me fuck his wife and fill her up and make her all mine, because she was always mine from the start.
“I’ll get her pregnant for you. I’ll fuck her good and deep and fill her up with so much fucking cum she’ll be feeling me for days. Just like old times. Right, baby?”
Giggling, Juliette gave me a nod. “Right.”
Pulling her up, I pushed her dress up and over her head. Her bra came off next and I hissed at the sight of her perfect round tits, her pretty nipples all pink and hard.
I had her back on the carpet, my lips lowering to one of her nipples, sucking it right into my mouth as my fingers played with the other.
They were nice and hard for me as I toyed with them, my cock aching every time she whined out my name.
My lips moved from her tits down to her stomach, getting to the waist band of her panties.
“S-Stop…” Gordon stuttered out. “Don’t… Wait… Don’t…”
“Don’t what?” I asked.
“Don’t. Please. Stop.”
I grinned at Juliette. “Do you want me to stop, princess?”
“Nope,” she said, smiling brightly.
And that was all I needed. I pulled the flimsy material of her pink panties down and hissed as Juliette spread her legs for me, revealing that sweet fucking pussy. Soft, smooth, glistening, flushed. Mine.
A growl left my lips. I couldn’t hold back.
I pushed her knees apart and dove right in, burying my face in her pussy.
My tongue pushed into that sweet little hole, letting her taste coat me.
So sweet. So fucking sweet. The taste of her alone had me grunting against her, my hands on her thighs as I dragged my tongue from her tight hole to her swollen clit.
I rolled my tongue against her, her taste going right to my cock.
But I wasn’t here to tease. I was here to make her feel nothing but absolute fucking pleasure.
She was dripping wet as I sucked her clit into my mouth, my eyes on hers, watching as they rolled into the back of her head.
Her lashes fluttered, both her hands flying down to my hair, tugging at my locks like she wanted me closer.
I’d give her that. I made that seal tighter.
Her clit, my lips. I just sucked. Licked.
Took her, made her mine. She already was. I wanted him to see it, though.
“Taste so fucking good,” I muttered into her wet slit, feeling her jolt under me at that.
My cock was aching, hard and heavy behind my jeans.
“Missed this sweet fucking pussy so much,” I said, kissing at her clit.
Then I sucked the bud back into my mouth, my cock twitching as my need for her just grew and grew.
God, I fucking wanted her. Tasting her sweet pussy had pushed me so far off the edge.
I had to have all of her. I had to fill her up.
But she needed to come for me first.
I kept sucking and sucking, my hands on Juliette’s thighs as I took care of her clit.
My cock was begging to be touched, but I kept all of my focus on her, waiting for her to hit her peak.
My eyes stayed locked to her face. To her flushed cheeks and fluttering lashes and half-lidded eyes.
Her back was arching, her nipples hard and wet with my spit from earlier.
I had never seen anything so damn beautiful.
“Come for me, sweet girl,” I said. “Come. Just fucking come. Come right on my fucking tongue. Be a good girl and do it for me.”
And that didn’t take all that long, because all it took was one more swipe of my tongue along her clit for her to lose it.
“Bridger!” she cried out, fingers tightening against my hair.
I stayed put. Didn’t move an inch as I let her ride out her high, as she grinded her little pussy into my mouth. I let her. Let her get lost in it. Let her fuck my tongue, my name falling from her lips with the sweetest whimpers.
“Good fucking girl.” I kissed at her pussy before crawling up to her so that we were face to face, pulling her mouth to mine, my tongue dancing with hers.
I let her taste herself, sharing that sweet, sweet fucking pussy.
“Did you miss that, baby? You missed me playing with your pussy like that? Missed me kissing you there?”
“Missed… Missed you so much…” she said, eyes all bright and hazy. “Mm, Bridger. I missed you so bad.”
I laughed, turning to look at Gordon. “How you doing over there, bud? Probably the first time you’ve ever seen your wife like that, huh?”
“He’s never made me feel like that,” Juliette said, a teasing tone in her voice. “You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel like that.”
I was pretty sure I could see tears in his eyes when she said that. Aw. Looking back at Juliette, I gave her a little smile. “I could make you feel even better than that if you want.”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded. “I want it.”
“You want my cock?”
“I need it. Please. Need it so bad.”
“You need it,” I mumbled, sitting up on my knees.
“Yeah, I need it too.” My hands lowered to my belt, a clinking sound in the air as I undid it with rough hands, letting the leather straps dangle against me.
Then I shoved my zipper down and pushed my hand inside my jeans, groaning the second my fingers came in contact with my cock.
I pulled my cock out, another sound of relief leaving my lips as I finally got the space and air I needed. Juliette’s breath hitched, her eyes landing on the part of me she hadn’t seen in years.
“Bridger,” she whispered, teeth biting into her bottom lip as she stared at me. “Mm, Bridger, you’re so big. So much bigger than last time…”
“Yeah?” I couldn’t stop the grin from forming.
“You think?” My eyes lowered to my cock as well.
Thick, long, hard, so ready for her, with veins running across every throbbing inch that made me look all angry and hungry.
And I was. I was fucking starved for her.
The tip was a swollen red, glistening with pre-cum.
“So big, Bridger,” she said, her eyes finally flickering up to meet mine. “So much bigger than him. You’re so perfect.”
My grin widened, all filthy and crooked. I looked over to the side. At Gordon. Yeah, there were definitely tears in his eyes.
“You hear that?” I asked, voice all rough with lust and anger. “You hear what she just said?”
He flinched. Closed his eyes. Lowered his head. Shame was hitting him. I could see it on his face. Good.
“Bridger,” Juliette said. “I need it. I miss it. Miss you inside me. Please, Bridger, please. Please give it to me.”
I looked back at her. I couldn’t say no to that. Not when she was begging for it.
My hand pumped my cock once before I held it at the base, lining the swollen tip with her soaked entrance before I pushed into her, inch by inch, finally getting that sweet pussy after half a fucking decade.
Goddamn, she was tight. So tight. So wet and warm and soft, but that tightness?
That was gonna do me in. That was gonna have me coming in a minute flat.
Her pussy wrapped around me, soaked and inviting, clenching around my cock.
This was it. This was where I belonged. With her, loving her, inside her. She was heaven and home all at once. Juliette Ashford would always be mine and I would always be hers.
“Fuck, baby,” I said, teeth grinding together. “God, you feel good. You feel so fucking good.”
“Mm,” she let out, her hands clinging to my shoulders. “Oh, Bridger, please. Please, please, please.”
I sunk into her deeper, a groan leaving me as I felt her sweet pussy wrap right around me. So wet and warm and tight. Just like before. Just like I had never left. She was squeezing at me as I sunk into her, filling her up until she had all of me, until I had filled her to the brim.
“Look at that,” I whispered. “Look at how fuckin’ good you look filled with my cock.”
“Bridger,” she whined, arms tightening around my shoulders. She wrapped her legs around me too, pushing me in deeper so that my balls smacked against her. “Oh my God, Bridger.”
“So fucking tight,” I muttered into her ear. “Such a tight fucking pussy, princess. And it’s all fucking mine, isn’t it?”
“All yours.” She nodded eagerly. “Just yours. Just want you, Bridger.”
All yours. My tongue pushed deep into her mouth as I fucked her, pumping her full of cock as I slid in and out of that perfect, wet pussy.
The filthy sound of my balls slapping against her was in the air, spurring me on, making me fuck her that little bit harder and deeper and faster.
She squealed, the sound muffled from my lips, and I pulled away so I could hear her better.
There it was. A beautiful, lust-filled cry that I hadn’t heard in so long.
Years. It was years without her, without her being mine. All I had were memories. Me remembering the sounds she made. Me remembering all the shapes of her. Me remembering her taste, trying to re-create it in my head, but nothing could ever come close to her.
I finally had her again. Under me, whining out my name, taking every inch of my cock like she was made for it and made for me. All that pain I had carried with me melted as I took her. As I found home once again.