Hoax Husband - Candice M. Wright Page 0,47
on me again, one hand on my ass and one in my hair, anchoring me to him as his tongue plays with mine.
Pulling his lips away for a moment, he yanks the front of the bra down, freeing my breasts from their confinement before dipping his head and sucking a nipple into his warm wet mouth.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp, but he tuts at me, pulling away. Spying the underwear pile on the chair in the corner, he smiles deviously and picks up a pair of panties, ripping the price tag off before moving back to me.
“You have to be quiet. Open up,” he commands.
I look at him hesitantly, my arousal soaking through the silk material between my legs. I open my mouth, allowing him to slip the balled-up panties inside.
“Not a peep, Skittle, okay?”
I nod my head, earning his approval as he slowly lowers the zipper on his pants and pulls his stiff cock free.
“Is this what you want?” he murmurs in my ear, making me nod again, only this time more eagerly.
Lifting my leg up and over his hip, he grabs his cock and slides it over the gusset of my panties, feeling my wetness seeping through, coating his tip with my arousal. Once he’s hooked the crotch with his pinky, he pulls it aside before placing the blunt head of his cock at my entrance.
“You need this, huh, Skittle? You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you? Are you turned on at the thought of getting caught? After all, anyone could be walking by.”
I almost whimper, but catch myself just in time, nodding instead once more. I’m so turned on I don’t even know what I’m saying yes to anymore.
“Your wish is my command,” he growls before surging inside me, stretching me to my limits. My head drops back, banging against the mirror as the wickedness of the situation makes everything so much more illicit.
He holds still for a moment, giving me time to adjust before slowly pulling almost all the way out, then thrusting back inside again. He picks up his pace, hitting the spot inside me that makes my legs tremble and my eyes cross. Sensing the difficulty I’m having staying on my feet, Asher pulls out, ignoring my whimper of protest.
“Such a naughty girl,” he tsks, sucking a nipple into his mouth and biting down a little in punishment. “Now be good,” he warns. Asher spins me around and bends me over so my hands can grip the seat of the chair.
I only have a second to orient myself before he's driving back inside me, over and over, hard and fast, just the way I like it.
“So fucking good,” he grunts, the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin ringing out around the small room, making me worry we really will get caught, but I can’t deny how hot I am at the prospect of it.
“Touch yourself, Skittle. Slide your fingers between your legs. I’m close, but I’m not coming without you. I want to feel you squeeze me tight when you come all over my cock,” he grits out as he slams into me again and again.
I do as he asks, his feverish words not a request but a demand. It doesn't take much, just a couple of swirls of my fingers over my engorged clit before I throw my head back and cry out, the sound only muffled by the panties in my mouth. I clamp my pussy around his cock, just like he wants, milking him as tremors wrack my body. Moments later, I feel him erupt inside me, and he silences his roar by biting my neck in a total alpha move.
“Holy fuck, it just keeps getting better and better with you,” he whispers reverently, making me smile lazily.
I blush when he pulls free, feeling his essence run out of me and soak the crotch of the panties that have now slid back into place, capturing his essence with mine. Pulling me up and turning me to face him once more, he taps my cheek with his thumb in a silent command. I open my mouth, and like a magician performing his final act, he slowly pulls the scrap of fabric free. He lowers his hands, and I’m riveted as he uses the panties to clean himself up before tucking his cock back inside his pants and zipping up.
“What you do to me,” he states quietly, shaking his head with a self-deprecating smile as he hooks his fingers in my