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Story: A Wife's Duty
She wrapped her fingers around the thickness of his cock. He let out a growl, tugged her closer, and kissed her. When his hands went to her ass, gripping her flesh, she couldn’t help but gasp.
One moment she was worried about the future, imagining a life without him, and the next, she couldn’t think past her own need. He had control of her body. She was putty in his hands.
Boone slid his hands up, and then he cupped her face, pressing her against the tile. His kisses became more passionate, making her moan and melt against him. He broke the kiss and started to travel down her body. He sucked at her neck, and she closed her eyes, whimpering.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he said.
His hands were at her breasts, his thumbs stroking each of her nipples. Down he traveled, kissing toward each breast, and then sucking each one in turn. Each hard tug on her nipples made it hard for her to focus.
She felt an answering pull between her thighs, and it was as if he knew. One of his hands went to her thigh and slowly began to travel up until he cupped her pussy. One finger slid between her lips, stroking her clit. He circled the bud, then started to move down, pushing deep inside her. She cried out, then tried to calm the sounds she made by gritting her teeth.
“Let me hear them,” he said. “I want to hear it all.”
She groaned.
“Please.”
“I know what you want.”
And then, without asking him for anything, he sunk down to his knees in the shower. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and then began to lick her pussy. She cried out, not wanting him to stop. The somersault of sensation was a heady feeling. She wanted him to keep going. There was no sense in her mind. She knew she wanted to hit that peak.
Boone had other ideas. He was in control, working her body to a fever pitch, where she couldn’t think. He tormented her, pushing her to the edge but holding back at the last minute, to the point that she couldn’t help but growl her frustration.
“Is my baby desperate for me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”
“Then, come for me.”
And it was like her body was at his command. She came hard, moaning his name, screaming, and Boone caught her. He was not going to let her fall.
Before she had even come down from her amazing high, Boone was there, lifting her up, using the wall as leverage. Within seconds, he thrust deep inside her. He was so big, so thick, and she cried out. She was still so sensitive, but her body was his. She didn’t want it to be anything else.
He kissed her, and she didn’t want him to ever stop kissing her, to never stop making love to her. She didn’t want him to stop being hers. The wedding band she wore in the beginning had felt like a mockery, but now it was part of who they were, and to take it off would feel wrong.
He held tightly to her ass and began to thrust hard and deep within her, and she cried out, feeling hungry for him. He pressed his face against her neck, and she whimpered, feeling his cock as he thrust inside her. This was what she wanted for them.
She didn’t ever want to give him up.
****
If Boone left Leandro any longer, the guy was going to die of starvation, and that was not the plan.
He didn’t want to leave Lucia alone at the house, but he also didn’t have a choice. After he had fucked her into oblivion, he made sure she was sound asleep before sneaking out of the house and taking the time to drive to his apartment where Leandro was trapped. The whole building had been vacated, but it would seem Leandro was a stubborn individual.
Entering the apartment, he saw Leandro had stripped down to his underwear, and he was sitting as far away from the window as possible. The apartment could get a little hot during the days, especially through the summer. He also made sure none of the air conditioning would come on.
Closing the door behind him, Leandro opened his eyes and laughed. “I should have known,” he said.
Boone made his way toward the caged area. Most of his apartments had an open plan, but this one had a separate sitting room, where Leandro intended to place the bomb.
“Do you really think I didn’t know about the car?” Boone asked.
“Well, I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think you knew, but then you were so stupid to marry the ugly sister, I didn’t really put much stock in your intelligence.”
One moment she was worried about the future, imagining a life without him, and the next, she couldn’t think past her own need. He had control of her body. She was putty in his hands.
Boone slid his hands up, and then he cupped her face, pressing her against the tile. His kisses became more passionate, making her moan and melt against him. He broke the kiss and started to travel down her body. He sucked at her neck, and she closed her eyes, whimpering.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he said.
His hands were at her breasts, his thumbs stroking each of her nipples. Down he traveled, kissing toward each breast, and then sucking each one in turn. Each hard tug on her nipples made it hard for her to focus.
She felt an answering pull between her thighs, and it was as if he knew. One of his hands went to her thigh and slowly began to travel up until he cupped her pussy. One finger slid between her lips, stroking her clit. He circled the bud, then started to move down, pushing deep inside her. She cried out, then tried to calm the sounds she made by gritting her teeth.
“Let me hear them,” he said. “I want to hear it all.”
She groaned.
“Please.”
“I know what you want.”
And then, without asking him for anything, he sunk down to his knees in the shower. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and then began to lick her pussy. She cried out, not wanting him to stop. The somersault of sensation was a heady feeling. She wanted him to keep going. There was no sense in her mind. She knew she wanted to hit that peak.
Boone had other ideas. He was in control, working her body to a fever pitch, where she couldn’t think. He tormented her, pushing her to the edge but holding back at the last minute, to the point that she couldn’t help but growl her frustration.
“Is my baby desperate for me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”
“Then, come for me.”
And it was like her body was at his command. She came hard, moaning his name, screaming, and Boone caught her. He was not going to let her fall.
Before she had even come down from her amazing high, Boone was there, lifting her up, using the wall as leverage. Within seconds, he thrust deep inside her. He was so big, so thick, and she cried out. She was still so sensitive, but her body was his. She didn’t want it to be anything else.
He kissed her, and she didn’t want him to ever stop kissing her, to never stop making love to her. She didn’t want him to stop being hers. The wedding band she wore in the beginning had felt like a mockery, but now it was part of who they were, and to take it off would feel wrong.
He held tightly to her ass and began to thrust hard and deep within her, and she cried out, feeling hungry for him. He pressed his face against her neck, and she whimpered, feeling his cock as he thrust inside her. This was what she wanted for them.
She didn’t ever want to give him up.
****
If Boone left Leandro any longer, the guy was going to die of starvation, and that was not the plan.
He didn’t want to leave Lucia alone at the house, but he also didn’t have a choice. After he had fucked her into oblivion, he made sure she was sound asleep before sneaking out of the house and taking the time to drive to his apartment where Leandro was trapped. The whole building had been vacated, but it would seem Leandro was a stubborn individual.
Entering the apartment, he saw Leandro had stripped down to his underwear, and he was sitting as far away from the window as possible. The apartment could get a little hot during the days, especially through the summer. He also made sure none of the air conditioning would come on.
Closing the door behind him, Leandro opened his eyes and laughed. “I should have known,” he said.
Boone made his way toward the caged area. Most of his apartments had an open plan, but this one had a separate sitting room, where Leandro intended to place the bomb.
“Do you really think I didn’t know about the car?” Boone asked.
“Well, I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think you knew, but then you were so stupid to marry the ugly sister, I didn’t really put much stock in your intelligence.”
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