27. Ares
A res~
I knew that Capri was struggling to believe me, and I didn’t blame her; this shit really was wild. Now, while I’d wanted more from my marriage than the example that my parents had shown me, I really hadn’t ever expected to fall in love with my wife this quickly, yet here we were.
Her blue eyes narrowed a bit. “How do I know that you’re not just trying to manipulate me, Ares?”
“Because I don’t need to manipulate you, baby,” I answered. “I already have you.”
Capri’s face immediately softened as she admitted, “I just don’t know where to start with you, Ares Cormac. It’s been only a couple of weeks, and I’ve never had someone drive me so goddamn insane before.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I smirked, happy as fuck that I could make her feel anything for me, even if it was rage.
“Well, you shouldn’t,” she retorted. “Driving me crazy isn’t a good thing, Ares.”
“Are you sure about that?” I asked wickedly, my hand moving farther up her leg.
“You can’t always use sex to win,” she said, but didn’t sound certain about the claim.
“Who said anything about sex?” I teased, my hand moving higher.
Her blue eyes narrowed again. “Don’t think that you can have your way just because you told me that you love me.”
“How about because I can keep you cumming on my dick?” I smirked, my hand already between her legs.
“Ares...” she chided, though it came out as more of a moan.
“What, baby?” I asked, my fingers finding their way inside her panties.
Capri gave up the fight, and I watched as she just dropped back on the couch, her legs opening for me just a little bit more, and then my fingers easily found their way inside the paradise that belonged to only me now.
She might not love me right now, but I could wait.
As long as she was mine, I could wait for the rest of it.
Now, while I could wait for the words, I couldn’t wait to have her; not after she had filed for divorce.
So, removing my fingers from her pussy, I quickly grabbed the waistband of her pants and underwear, then slid them down her legs, snatching up her socks along the way.
I wanted to taste my wife more than I wanted to take my next breath, and since we were more than likely going to be stuck here all weekend because of the weather, my plans were to keep my face and hips planted between her thighs the entire time.
As soon as I tossed her clothes on the floor, I grabbed her thighs, spread them wide, then yanked her forward, placing her center exactly where I wanted it.
Inhaling her scent, her fingers slid into my hair, and her back arched beautifully with the first swipe of my tongue through her soaked pussy lips.
Capri’s appreciative moans did nothing but urge me on, and making out with her cunt was already one of my most favorite things to do.
When Capri’s hips began to move- a sure sign that she needed more -my tongue worked its way from her hole to her clit, and applying just the right amount of pressure, I manipulated that sweet little nub until Capri was moaning loud enough to make my mind race.
Even though we still had a lot to discuss and work out, the fact that she was willing to give me this meant everything right now.
“Christ, I love hearing you moan like that,” I told her around her clit. “Fucking drives me crazy.”
“It feels so good...” she whimpered, and she just didn’t know that making her feel good was my new purpose in life now.
“You have no idea, baby,” I smirked, my lips coated with how turned on she was.
Doing my best to make sure that she never regretted me, I went back to swirling my tongue around her clit, letting her pussy soak my face. Capri was so turned on that I could feel her on my lips and skin, and it really was enough to give me hope where we were concerned.
“Ares, don’t stop...” she begged as her fingers tightened in my hair.
Finally, sliding two fingers inside her, I worked her pussy and clit until she was crying out my name, the sound so fucking epic in the quiet cabin, just her and me.
Capri was riding my face with her hips, holding my head in place as she came all over my face.
She was letting the pleasure guide her actions, and I loved how she wasn’t trying to act coy.
Fight or no fight, Capri was enjoying the ride, and she was also making sure that I knew it.
The woman played no games, and that was the most attractive thing about my wife.
She was real.
When I felt my wife’s body finally settling, her body still twitching but relaxed, I quickly got off the couch, then began to undress.
Luckily, I hadn’t driven up here in a suit, so the clothes were coming off as fast as humanly possible, and staring down at my wife’s satiated body, her top was also going to have to go.
I wanted her completely naked, giving my eyes a feast as well as pleasuring my dick.
Once my clothes were all on the floor, I reached down, then removed Capri’s shirt, and she was compliant enough to let me without a fight, and what a fucking sight it was. No matter what Capri thought of me, there would never be anyone else, and I would never tire of the vision before me.
Instead of crawling over her, I sat back down, then grabbed her by the waist, hauling her upward, then placing her over my lap. Those tits of hers were going to bounce in my face as she rode my dick, and at some point during this weekend, I was going to cum all over them.
“I need you on my cock, baby,” I told her, not lying in the least.
Capri’s hooded eyes looked at me in a way that made my heart skip a beat and turned my brain stupid.
While I knew that she was just high off her orgasm, she was looking at me like she cared about me, and I wanted to see that expression in her eyes every fucking day.
I wanted this woman to love me, and I was going to do whatever I had to in order to make that happen.
With her left hand on my shoulder, Capri balanced her weight as her other hand grabbed the base of my cock to place it where we both needed it, and my fingers dug into her hips as she lowered that sweet cunt down my hard dick, finally giving me my fix.
“Fuck,” I groaned as Capri let out a little moan of her own.
Since I had her right where I wanted her, I leaned forward, then took her right tit in my mouth, the taste of her sweet skin making me harder.
Capri began bouncing up and down on my dick, and I devoured her as she did her thing.
Her hips were moving like a woman on a mission, and I was going to enjoy the ride all the way to the end.
“Take that dick, baby,” I grunted. “Take what you need from me.”
“So good...” she moaned, and I looked up from her tits to see her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and her skin a heated pink. “So good...”
Letting go of my wife’s hips, I reached up to take both her tits in my hands, then I went back to feasting on them like a man starved.
My lips wrapped around her puckered nipple, and I sucked on it like it was my life’s source, and that’s how I felt.
While I was able to manage when she wasn’t around, I felt short of breath if I didn’t have my hands on her whenever she was near.
I needed this fucking woman.
“Ride that cock like a good girl,” I ordered. “Use me to make yourself cum, baby.”
“Ares...oh, God...”
“Yeah, I’m your God, Capri,” I practically growled. “I’m your God, and don’t you ever fucking forget it. I’m your God, and you’re my everything.”
She looked back down at me, and the glint in her eye sent a chill down my spine, the need all over her face enough to make me ready to fucking explode.
Nothing was hotter than a woman that wore her pleasure on her face, and I’d never seen anything more beautiful than the woman that was currently riding my cock like a pro.
“Make me cum...” she panted, her hips moving faster. “Make me cum, Ares...”
I grabbed her hips, yanked her off my cock, then threw her on the couch with her face down and her ass up.
If she wanted me to do all the hard lifting, then it’d be my pleasure.
I had no problem with my wife busting balls in the office, then letting me control her at home.
After all, whatever Capri wanted, it was my job to give it to her.
Grabbing the base of my soaked dick, I rubbed the head between her pussy lips, smearing her juices everywhere, and deciding to test the waters, I slid my cock in once, then pulled it out again, running it along her puckered hole.
“Tell me that you want my cock in your ass, baby,” I told her, my chest feeling tight, my breathing getting faster. “Tell me how much you want me to own every part of you.”
Capri’s back arched as she let out the sluttiest moan that I’d ever heard, and I could feel my heart beating faster, my entire body beginning to shake with how much this woman fucking belonged to me. Capri Cormac was mine, and I’d die before I’d ever let her go.
“Tell me,” I ordered. “Tell me and let me make it good for you.”
“Ares...” she moaned, pushing her ass back, giving me my answer.