Chapter 5
As soon as the front door closes behind us, Lucas shoves me against the wall and kisses me deeply, grinding his cock against my stomach.
Looks like the car ride didn’t cool his ardor.
He slides his arms around me and unzips my bodysuit, pulling it down to expose my breasts.
His hands move to cup them and my nipples tighten in response.
My ping of lust wakes up Ms. Kitty, who clearly informs me she’s ready for more action.
“Fuck,” he growls as his mouth moves to my neck, nibbling and sucking on my skin. “I love your tits.”
He takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks hard, making me gasp. I hope he doesn’t want something long and drawn out, because I need him inside me. Soon. Sooner.
He pulls away, leaving me wanting more. Desire rips through me as he crushes his mouth to mine and kisses me while undressing himself. He separates enough to rip his shirt off before returning to my lips. Once he sheds the rest of his clothes, he grabs my hand and forces me towards the kitchen.
I fumble for a few steps before kicking my high heels off. My bodysuit is still halfway on, with my breasts bare. Lucas notices and pushes me against the edge of the table as he drags the costume down my hips.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, and I immediately open them.
My inner thighs are crusted with another man’s cum, but Lucas doesn’t care. The table edge digs into me as he pushes two fingers inside my pussy. I’m dripping all over his hand as he pumps them in and out, and I sigh at how incredible it feels.
“Jessica…?”
“Mmmm, yes?” I wish it was his cock sliding into me instead of his fingers, but this is a start. Ms. Kitty approves.
“Ask me to fuck you. I want to hear you say it.”
Squirming, I moan louder and embrace the sluttiness of what we’re doing. “Oh god, please fuck me. I need your cock inside me. Please.”
Removing his fingers from my pussy, he shoves me onto the kitchen table until I’m lying on my back. I’m dizzy with need as I spread my legs. Hell yeah, It’s time for his cock. Let the fun begin.
Again.
My relief is short-lived as he slips his fingers back inside me. Why won’t he give me his cock? He stands over me, one hand on my knee, holding them apart while he finger fucks me.
“Fuuuuck!” I writhe against his hand as the pleasure builds in my core. “Just fuck me, please!”
Lucas laughs and shakes his head as he moves the kitchen chair over so he can sit between my legs. He pulls me towards him and cups my pussy with both hands and spreads my lips, exposing my clit. His tongue glides over the sensitive nub, making me squeal.
“Are you sure?” His hot breath on my clit drives me wild and I squeal again.
My hips buck, and he uses his free hand to guide them.
He slides his fingers inside me to gather moisture, then rubs them together and places the wet tips against my asshole.
I whimper at his touch and he raises his head to grin wickedly at me.
“Or maybe you want this tonight?”
I’m reminded of Chris, and how I half wanted him to fuck my ass, and my ready protest when I thought he was going to do it. But this is Lucas, not Chris, and I love him dearly. Lucas can do whatever he wants as long as I get his cock inside one of my holes.
Lucas spits on his finger and uses the lubrication from my pussy and his saliva to slide his finger gently into my ass.
There’s a moment of discomfort, but I relax and revel in the sensation.
When he pushes it deeper, I cry out from pleasure.
A second finger follows, stretching me wide and filling me.
He pumps them in and out slowly, making sure I feel every inch.
“Is this what my slutty wife wants tonight?”
“Yes, this… yes.” I whimper as he fingers my ass.
He pulls them out completely, and I mewl in disappointment. Why did he stop?
“You forgot something.” I raise my head and see his wicked grin. “It’s my choice, and I want your pussy.”
He stands, and I groan as he pushes his thick cock all the way inside my pussy until he bottoms out.
“Oh, fuck…” Swirls of bliss make me groan and writhe as I try to buck against him.
“You like this cock?”
“Oh god, yes. I love it. I can’t get enough of it.”
Whenever I fuck other men, he needs to hear how much I love his cock… and I really do. Other men may fuck me, but Lucas owns me, body and soul.
He pulls almost all the way out before slamming deep inside me, the motion bringing me to the brink of orgasm.
The best thing about what Lucas and I do is no matter how slutty I am, he still loves me and wants me.
I get to experience my most depraved fantasies and come home to be reclaimed by the man who accepts every facet of me.
Everything I’ve done tonight rolls through my mind — being pretend bred by a guy I don’t know, my husband’s fingers in my ass, and now I’m begging for his cock — and my brain shuts off.
The room fills with the sounds of wet slapping as he hammers into me, and uncontrolled words tumble out of my mouth. “Oh, god, yes! Give it to me. I want to come all over your cock.”
I need to watch his face as he cums inside me. It’s so fucking hot. I’m so turned on I can barely breathe.
He growls, “You’re such a dirty slut,” as he slams into me.
“Yes, yes, I am.” He whacks against my pussy harder.
“Do you want to come for me?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Please, let me come.”
He bucks his hips and moves a hand to hold my hip tightly, keeping me from rolling off the table.
With his other hand, he rubs my clit. I can’t believe how good he makes me feel.
He’s always there for me, always willing to take care of my needs and make sure I’m satisfied.
I groan as he fucks me and applies pressure to my swollen bean.
Energy builds in my core and my thigh muscles tighten.
“Oh god, I’m going to come,” I cry out.
“Tell me you want my cum.”
The room spins and I try to focus. “I want your cum, please.”
He thrusts harder, and his finger against my clit speeds up.
I finally tip over the edge, and scream his name and arch my back as rapture courses through me.
I struggle to keep my eyes open and locked onto his as I ride the waves of bliss.
He gives a final hard whack and moans passionately as he climaxes.
His eyes glaze with lust as he jerks against me, unloading his seed.
I’m in a daze as the ripples of pleasure become faint shivers of delight. He stays inside me until he softens before he pulls me into a sitting position and wraps his arms around me.
“That was amazing,” he whispers and kisses my forehead.
We hold each other close, basking in the afterglow of our orgasms. I might be embarrassed tomorrow when I think back to the crazy, over-the-top shit we said tonight in the heat of the moment, but hopefully it will help me write my werewolf breeding story.
As my mental fuzziness fades, I look down at his chest. He’s covered with streaks of grime that he got from me.
I laugh and kiss him. “Maybe next time you’ll give me the chance to clean up before you fuck me?”
“Hmm… maybe.”
Maybe my ass. There’s no way he’ll ever let me shower before reclaiming me. My wonderful husband loves it when I’m a dirty slut.
The End