37. Vince
Vince
Cecilia was to stay at her house at the compound until further notice. Sofia was staying with Nikolai, and according to him, I’d gone weak when it came to Cecilia.
He was probably right. I had given her permission to remodel her house. But it would keep her here longer. Maybe by having her closer, we can keep a better eye on her.
He was going to have a fucking fit when he finds out I brought that stupid yacht. Half a billion dollars for a never-ending headache. A terrible fucking investment.
Lighting my cigarette.
My wife has a habit of staying up late, and I hadn’t kicked my habit of watching her from my bedroom window. All the reasons I could delay her curtains longer came to mind again. Right now, she still believed it was the custom length that was causing the holdup.
Watching her get off the bed. Who was she talking to, and why was she laughing?
I walked closer to the window. She looked frustrated. Ending the call, she dropped the phone on the bedside table.
Fuck. My wife took her clothes off so fucking beautifully. My throat tightened, watching her lay on her bed naked.
Every night, she had the same routine. Tonight, though, it was different.
Arching her back up, no. Surely fucking not. The cigarette nearly fell from my mouth. As I go tense, watching as she touches my clit, my pussy. The two things I was deeply fucking deprived of.
I dropped the cigarette in the ashtray. As I walked out of my room, walking down the hallway. Did she think I was joking? I told her that clit was to stay untouched, unless touched by me.
I knocked on her door. “Madeline, you awake?” Don’t dare fucking lie to me.
Silence. I knocked again, harder. Out of fear, she would finish before answering me.
Finally, I heard movement just before the door opened.
“Is everything okay?” she was slightly out of breath, cheeks flushed.
By her cute frustrated frown. She hadn’t finished. Immediately I relaxed. Leaning against the door, “Just missed my wife.”
She barely could hide her annoyance. “Right, well, it's late. We can talk tomorrow?”
Gripping the door before she closed it. “Why not now?” Slowly looking her up and down. “Actually, better idea. Come sleep with me tonight.”
Her lips parted; I could see her disappointment. It took all my self control not to grin. “Please, you’ve been busy all week.”
Biting her bottom lip, clearly annoyed. “Fine, just give me a minute.”
I nodded, purposely leaning against the door, opening it wider. I couldn’t stop my grin as she looked at me, annoyed. “I’ll wait. Grab what you need.”
I know damn well she was naked under that thin oversize tee. And I wasn’t giving her the chance to finish herself.
“Fine, let's go.” She grabbed nothing.
Perfect.
Reaching for her hand, only for her to avoid me, pretending she needed to close the door and then crossing her arms, following me.
I was lucky to get her in our bed once a week.
“I didn’t think you’d be home.” She gave me a side way look before walking around the bed.
“Lately it’s been long nights.” Gripping the edge of my t-shirt and taking it off, I threw it to the ground. Watching as she got in bed, keeping the shirt covering her ass.
I moved to lie next to her. Pulling her closer to me, before tracing her cheek. I missed having her always within arm’s reach. For years, I hadn’t kept my hands off her. The last few months were equal to a detox.
She closed her eyes. “I missed you too.” I loved how she was letting me touch her again.
Slowly brushing her hair back, I leaned down, taking her fingers in my mouth. Just the taste of her tightened everyone of my muscles. Fuck.
She opened her eyes immediately. “What are you doing?”
“If you tell me to stop, I will, okay?”
She slowly nodded.
“Finishing what you started,” licking both fingers clean, “What you touched of mine without permission.” Moving my hand down her stomach.
“Spread your legs, my love,” I kissed her jaw. “Now go back to what you were doing.”
Gently I held her face, “but use my hand.”
Her breathing instantly sharper.
“Let me watch you gush all over my fingers.”
It was going to take all my self-control not to take over. Months. Fucking Months. I had waited for this.
During the claiming, I had been robbed of seeing her. If I had a choice, the lights would have stayed on.
Her hips arched as she pushed two fingers in. Soaking. Fucking. Wet.
“Fuck, baby,” I bit her lip, “open your eyes, look at me while you use me.”
Every small gasp made my dick throb harder. Brushing my thumb over her clit, the moan that followed caused my blood to rush.
Clenching my jaw, trying to keep my fingers still.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Look at your pussy swallowing my fingers.
” Holding my groan back, “Show me you can take three.” Kissing her.
I pull back, watching as she pushes three of my fingers in.
Moving my thumb over her clit again, “fucking perfect.”
Swallowing tightly, I really hadn’t thought this through. Pre cum leaking from my cock.
“Please,” she whispered breathlessly against my lips. “Take care of your wife.”
Any self-restraint I had disappeared. She had said that on purpose. Curling my fingers forward, she let go of my hand. At first I moved slowly, watching her arch to my pace, ignoring how she kept pushing her hips, trying to thrust down on me.
“Take that top off, show your husband those perfect fucking tits.”
Watching too eagerly as she pulls it off. Naked and at my control. Better than my fantasies.
Rubbing my thumb over her clit, keeping the same slow pace.
“Your nipples are begging to be dripping with my cum.” Biting on her bottom lip harder. “You’d wipe every drop off and eat it, wouldn’t you?”
Groaning, as she clenched around my fingers, “You like the sound of that hey baby, covered in your husband's cum.” Picking up my pace, my dick throbbing, “Licking the mess you made of me off your fingers.”
She clenched so hard around my fingers. Fuck. She was finishing.
“Look at me, baby, open your eyes. I want to see you finish.”
Her eyes met mine.
“Good girl.”
Smothering her moan with my mouth as she finished gushing down my hand. Easing my pace, before stopping. I leaned my forehead against hers, waiting for her to open her eyes again.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” kissing her cheek softly.
Her small little whimpers as I moved my fingers, still not taking them out. It was selfish, but I wasn’t ready to stop. I wanted to taste her. My dick throbbed at the thought of being between her legs and watching her come apart with my mouth.
Slowly, I pulled my fingers out. Her hand moved to the back of my neck. I loved her lips, this shade of red, slightly swollen. She leaned up, kissing me. Wrapping her arm around my neck, knowing what she wanted, I rolled to my back, letting her on top.
I’d die happy with her like this. Naked and kissing me.
“Careful,” I grabbed her hips, stopping her from rocking.
I had a plan for our first real time together. The claiming had been about making her a Crow. Marking her as mine.
The first time I fuck her. That would be ours.
But tonight was about her, not me. Rubbing herself on my cock. It was her small whimpers that were breaking my willpower.
“That’s not fair,” she pouted.
“Like how it wasn’t fair, watching you enjoy what I couldn’t.” I held her face. If I hadn’t been home, I would have missed it.
“Or maybe I just wanted to see if you’d come and take over.”
My expression dropped. She knew. She knew all this time I was watching her. She had been testing me.
“Fuck, you’re going to wish you didn’t tell me that.” Holding her hips still, I pulled her to my chest. Moving us to the end of the bed.
“Have you been testing me?” Tugging her hair back. “You want to see how frustrated you’ve made me?” Running her hand over my cock. “For months, you’ve taunted me.”
Lifting her off my lap, lowering her to the ground on to her knees.
“If it gets too much, tap my leg and I’ll stop. Understand?”
She nodded.
All this time, she was purposely undressing for me. Stretching every day and night, basically naked, teasing me. Driving me wild. On purpose.
“Do you know how many times I’ve wanked off to you? Watching you.”
Standing up, pushing my boxers down. Immediately, her eyes widened.
“Open,” tilting her head back to the right angle. “You’ll let me use your mouth, won’t you?” the way she nodded made my breathing heavy
Twisting her hair around my hand.
“Relax your throat baby,” fighting back a groan as she takes me deeper, “good girl.” Pausing halfway “You can take my full dick, can’t you?
” she started gagging as I went deeper. “So close, a few more inches.” I couldn’t stop the moan as her throat tightened around me.
“Fuck,” holding her to the base of my cock.
Pulling her back, “You did so good baby,” wiping the tears from her cheek.
“You can take me fucking your throat, can’t you? ”
She nodded.
“You’re so fucking good for me, aren’t you?
” pushing her back, I felt her throat relax.
Damn. I shouldn’t feel so proud of her for listening.
“Good girl,” going deep again, holding her, “Listen to you gagging on your husband's cock, you’re doing so well.” Fucking her mouth, losing control, groaning, as she relaxed, letting me guide her up and down.
“Fuck, you make me so proud.” Holding her at the base of my cock again.
“I can’t wait to take your pussy just like this,” groaning, dropping my shoulders. “Fill your pretty pussy back up with my cum.”
She moaned on my cock, “you like the sound of that?”
Gritting my teeth. “Fuck baby, I’m going to cum down your throat,” loosening my grip, “Tap my leg now if you want me to stop.”
I slowed, giving her a chance, only for her to suck down on me. She wanted it. Dropping my shoulders back, finishing down the back of her throat. My heart pounding faster than it ever has. Her hand wrapped around my dick, draining me, as she sucks the cum still leaking.
“My perfect wife.” I held her cheek, struggling to get my breathing back to normal.
Would she let me taste her? Her eyes were heavy as she looked up at me. I glanced at the time. It was three in the morning.
Leaning down, I wrapped my arm around her. Holding her to me, as I sat down on the bed.
“My love, are you tired? Tell me what you need.” Sitting on my lap, she curled into me, tucking her head under my chin.
I gently pulled her hair from the side of her face, slowly running my hand up and down her leg while holding her.
Within minutes, she was asleep.
I nearly lost this. I nearly lost her. Repeatedly. I kissed the top of her head.
For the first time in my life, I understood my father's madness.
If I lost Madeline, I wouldn’t just go mad. I’d follow her. And I wouldn’t wait for someone to do it for me.
I pushed the blankets back and then pulled them over us.
God gave this devil a perfect angel.
If he ever took her, I’d follow and beg at the heaven's gates to let me in.
Then again. I might just go in and take her back. She belonged with me. Always with me. Heaven. Hell. Here.
She would always be with me. Somehow. I’d make sure of it.