Page 117 of Falling for the Wife

Stella:You’re the Lord and Master. I’m just a shy, innocent woman who’s more than willing to be ravished.

She had yet to learn what pleased me, and I her. For some reason, I sure was looking forward to being with her, waking up to her every morning next to me and coming home to her at night. With her, everything seemed incredibly vibrant. Like there was more to life than partying, fucking and making more money. It was sad in some ways, but I wanted that feeling she gave me when she was around.

From inside my trousers, I could feel my cock responding to the erotic images in my head. It was only two hours ago when I’d had her, but I was ready for a couple more rounds and another few tonight, if she was brave enough to let me conquer her.

Me:Tonight at six. Don’t be late. Please.

Yeah, I added thepleasein the end. My need for her was getting out of control.

Stella:Miss you too, lover.

There was a wink after it, teasing me. She kept calling me lover. I wasn’t sure if I liked that nickname yet. It sounded so… impersonal.

My schedule had a few meetings set up for me, but for the first time, I was distracted and kept checking my phone.

This was definitely surprising. I had become, more or less, a bona fide Stella junkie.

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At six-fifteen, with no Stella in sight, I was worried when I picked up and dialed her number. After the second ring, I heard a loud thud of the front door being closed.

I was immediately on my feet, heading towards her. “You’re fifteen past.”

She simply gave me an eye roll. “Hey, lover! How did your day go?” She rushed towards me, wrapping her arms around my neck and leaving tiny kisses all over my face. “Missed me?”

Fucking hell to the yes I missed you. “Very much...” I groaned, cupping both of her ass cheeks. “Indeed.” Aroused, I nuzzled her neck as my hands slowly gripped her bottom to grind against my unmasked erection. “Grind your pussy. That’s it, love.” My hands moved with her motion and I was ready to feel her heat.

I lifted her up while she clung onto me, grinding her hips while I was busy biting and pulling her nipple, driving her mad with frenzy. We finally got to the bar and I placed her on the high stool as I gripped the seam on the side of her skirt and tore it apart. The other side went in the same state.

My cock couldn’t wait to slide into her hotness, but at the same time, seeing her going crazy without it was more satisfying.

Stella looked starved as she lusted after me, panting as she watched me through her lashes, lips parted. Her ass was in the perfect position. It gave enough space to place both her heels on each side.

My gaze immediately darted to the fountain of my ecstasy. Open. Unbarred. Untouched by any other man. This was a high I could live with. Needed and longed for. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve seen on a woman, Stella.” My eyes took her in, admiring. A virgin-like pussy.

She was wet and ready for me, but I was going to take my time. My fingers unbuttoned her new shirt, throwing it to the floor. I was sure she threw away the destroyed one I ripped in her office earlier.

“Next time, come home to me without a bra on. I’d love to see your nipples through the shirt. Make sure you have a blazer on because I don’t want any man lusting after you, though.”

I took off my tie and immediately knotted it against her wrist and ankle. I did the same with the other, using my belt this time.

The angle was crucial to the both of us. It would severely hit her g-spot. I wanted her to crave sex with me as much as I yearned for her. And yes, my eager nymph was almost there.

“Callum,” she sobbed, begging. “I need to feel you, baby.”

I was going to give her two weeks tops and she wouldn’t live a few days without my touch. Stella was going to be addicted to me. I needed to see her get lost in my touch, to get consumed by me to the point that she would do anything to please me and wouldn’t stop until I was satisfied and sated. I thought it fair ‘cause I was already addicted to her body—to the woman itself—and how she could easily break my rules with a bat of her eyelash.

“Tell me what you want, Stella.” I bit into her sensitive clit while I watched her tense and hiss. My tongue stuck out, willing to soothe the throbbing pulse in the sensitive area. With the wet tip of my tongue, I gradually teased it by making slow circles. “A woman that knows how to talk dirty is a big turn on for me.” My gaze connected to her grays as I put my lips together, blowing air up and down her aroused slit. I could see her tight opening contract, clenching, needing my thick length to slide into it more than ever.

“I’m so wet for you,” she tried.

Cute. Truly, but it wasn’t what I wanted. “You sound like a virgin. Try again.”

Her eyes flashed at me. “I swear, if I wasn’t tied, I would walk out of here.”

That’s my Stella. Without breaking contact, I pulled down my zipper and took out my cock. “Do you like being slightly choked, darling?”

Her eyes devoured my shaft eagerly. “Yes. It makes me orgasm twice as powerful.” Her body slowly lifted off, impatient.