Chapter Twenty-Two #3
“I’ll buy you a rainforest to atone for my sins.” My fingers sinking into her ass, I guided her to press against my cock through my gray sweatpants.
She dragged her mouth down the bridge of my nose to my lips teasingly before I slammed my mouth on hers and claimed her tongue with a feral growl.
I tugged the top of her dress and bra down, freeing her tits.
She yelped in surprise when I ripped my mouth from hers and clamped her nipple, tonguing and running my teeth over the tip of the sensitive bud.
She whimpered, arching her back to offer me more of those beautiful breasts of hers.
My fingers dug into the base of her skull to extend her neck before I moved my attention to her other nipple, running my stubbled chin over her perky breasts, over her neck, marking her with my scent and saliva and venom.
She began grinding against my abs, begging for more.
I released the back of her neck and skimmed her body with my hands, going over all the sensitive parts: the backs of her knees, her inner thighs, under her full, bouncy tits. Her breaths became frantic.
My phone rang noisily between us.
I swore, yanking it out of my pocket. “I have a conference call.”
“Video?” She buried her face in my neck again, still riding the air between us. Her panties were soaked. I could tell by the dampness of my sweatpants and the sweet, earthy scent that filled the car, making my mouth water.
I shook my head. “I refuse to see people’s faces past six o’clock on principle.”
“You’re seeing my face now.”
“You’re the exception.”
“Why?”
“You’re my wife.”
She shuddered, silently offering her tits to my mouth again. There was something about calling her that that made me feel like I’d just conquered the entire continent.
I locked eyes with her. “Would you like me to play with this pussy while I take the call, wifey ?” I ran the tip of my finger along her slit through her panties. She shivered, her skin pebbling.
Gia nodded, biting down on her lower lip.
“What’s the magic word?” I threw her words in her face.
“Immediately,” she said, not missing a beat.
My chest felt funny. We had inside jokes now. I’d never formed a human connection like this one before.
“Let me help you. Tate, please play with my pussy while you’re on a business call .” My dick was on the verge of detonating. “Come on, Apricity. Be a good girl.”
I dreamed about this from the moment I saw you.
“Tate, please play with my pussy while you’re on a business call.” The words slid from her lips in an urgent pant. Her head fell backward.
I rewarded her good behavior by flattening the base of my palm against her pussy. She tried rubbing her clit against it frantically, whimpering in abandon.
Guess the call was going to have some background sound effects.
Hey, it was better than elevator music.
I accepted the call. It was a four-way conference meeting with Beijing. A hostile takeover of a revoltingly expensive vacation resort they couldn’t keep afloat. It was locked, sealed, and underway. This was my introduction meeting to the purchased company’s board.
“Afternoon,” I said gruffly while my wife rode my palm. I massaged her ass, tonguing the space under her tits. “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m your new boss— and nightmare.”
Gia glided down my body, her fingers scraping down my sweatpants. She wanted to be fucked. I could not have that, if only for the simple reason I knew the minute those lips wrapped around my shaft, it’d be game over.
I grabbed the back of her neck, tugging her up and hurling her so her stomach was splayed over my lap. She was draped across the back seat now, twisting her head to look at me with those smoky feline eyes. Liquid gold and sooty lashes. Heavy with desire.
Her ass was up in the air, right in my face. Round, a little muscular, curvy. It was an offering I couldn’t refuse.
“William, my CFO, is going to share the signed deed on the screen. I trust you all have it in front of you. We’ll go through the bullet points.
Ah, there it is.” My voice didn’t waver as I roughly yanked the top of Gia’s dress farther down, using the narrow sleeves to restrain her arms. Her tits chafed against the leather seat.
I clasped one of her nipples as though it was a precious diamond, rolling it between my fingers.
Her forehead dropped to the seat, and she moaned with abandon.
“What was that?” the accountant of the Chinese company demanded.
I put the phone on speaker and tossed it onto the seat on my other side so I could play with her tit with one hand and use the other to pinch the lips of her pussy through her underwear.
“Nothing,” I said coldly. “Pay attention to William’s presentation.”
While Will droned on about business plans, cutting budgets, and shutting down parts of the resort to manage cost, I slipped Gia’s underwear to one side and buried two fingers inside her.
She arched, chasing my touch with her pussy as I explored her silken, soaking folds.
She was tight. To make matters worse for my leaking dick, she squeezed against me every time my fingers moved inside her, clamping around them in a death grip.
For Pete’s sake, I was never going to survive this woman. Fucking her would probably be like ramming my dick into a rubber band the width of a nickel. My balls shuddered at the thought.
I slid in and out, blowing air on her tight hole softly while playing with her tits. The sounds she made seared themselves into my DNA. Doubtless it was the sound of angels singing while they opened the gates of heaven for you.
Not that I’d ever get the chance to find out.
Gia was as close to paradise as I was going to get.
I brought her to her first climax quickly, making her writhe and whimper my name, all while somehow managing to keep my dick from shooting all over my briefs. She spasmed around my fingers, and I felt a rush of liquid heat coating them. It leaked down to my knuckles, vining around my wrist.
On the conference call, Will groused, “We need to be diligent about managing costs. If you go to page three-oh-two, item fifty-six, you will see some of the cuts we’ve made.”
Shit. Yes. Cuts. Costs. Hotels. Mini soaps. All that crap.
“I’ll make the trip there myself in a couple months,” I warned, withdrawing my fingers from Gia’s pussy and reaching over to her mouth for her to taste them.
Her lips fastened around my fingers, sucking them off.
She maintained eye contact with me, and that was all it took to eradicate whatever willpower I had left in me.
With a ravenous snarl, I pulled off my sweatpants. My cock sprang out, the girth thicker than her wrist. I nudged my cut crown between her thighs, tapping the bare slit of her pussy teasingly. The glistening, whitish liquid of her cum glazed her shaved cunt like cake icing.
My sweet tooth was out of control.
A thrill chased through my spine. I stopped tapping my dick against her pussy and leaned down, my face level with her asshole, and tasted her cunt from behind.
Her cum tasted like syrupy innocence. It poured like a thick river of honey between her lips every time she came, dripping straight into my eager mouth.
“From this point forward, any minor change, including switching the scent of the complimentary soap, is out of your hands,” I had the audacity to announce when my voice was muffled by my wife’s cunt.
“You run it up the chain until you get an approval from either me or Will,” I continued ruefully to the discarded phone.
“No detail is too small. We want to know everything.”
I finally found the strength to remove my mouth from her pussy, angling my dick back to it.
Gia squirmed, eating the space between us by scooting in my direction, pleading for my cock to press home while she was still draped over my lap. I couldn’t do it now. I wanted her completely sober.
And I wanted her begging.
Instead, I fisted my shaft and carefully slid the purple, angry crown of my cock superficially along her slit until it hit her clit, then began massaging said clit with the mushroom of my cock, denying her penetration.
It was a dick move, all puns intended. But that couldn’t be news to her.
“I’ll be vetting the higher management myself.
” My voice rose a decibel to drown out Gia’s moans.
I sounded calm and civilized as I carried on with my business call.
“I’m partial to people with a minimum of eight years face-to-face customer service experience, and they must speak at least four languages. ”
Gia was so vocal trying to chase my cock with her pussy, I had no choice but to shove my fingers deeper into her mouth and quiet her moaning.
She gagged on them a little, but when I tried to withdraw them, she clamped her mouth around them, sucking hard, flattening her tongue under their base, showing me what it’d be like.
Wife material indeed.
I slid my fingers in and out to the back of her throat, preparing her for my cock. She needed to work on that gag reflex if she was serious about taking my dick.
I wasn’t being cocky. Nine inches were a lot. It pissed me off when women started tearing up and making drunk girl sounds when my dick was not even a quarter of the way down their throat.
“Everything okay over there, Tate?” Will cleared his throat. I supposed they could still hear the slurping of my cock smearing her creamed pussy as it slid up and down her opening.
“Sure.”
“Are you having…reception issues?” His way of telling me everyone on the call knew I was having sex.
“None on my end,” I reported apathetically, withdrawing my cock from Gia’s pussy when I realized I was seriously leaking precum.
I didn’t know her contraception status and respected the fact that she didn’t want children so soon.
“Just as long as we’re all on the same page about cutting costs and raising prices to turn this ship around.
” I killed the call without saying goodbye.
I grabbed Gia by the front of her throat and pulled her up so her back pressed against my chest, forcing her legs open so she sat on me, spread-eagle.
She wasn’t a petite girl and wasn’t the lightest woman to ever straddle me, but I still couldn’t help but think there wasn’t enough of her.
“You were a tennis player.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Y-yes.” She was still panting hard, coming down from the high of her second orgasm.
“How flexible are you?”
“Very…” she said slowly, unsure of my angle. “I take yoga five times a week. Why?”
“How about we test that flexibility? I want you to clean me up.”
I pushed her down to the tip of my cock, letting my head fall against the headrest as she sucked my crown clean of my precum and her pussy juices.
When she was done, she settled in my lap, batting her eyelashes at me shyly.
I stroked her cheek and smiled down at her.
“You please me, Apricity.”