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"What about him?” Sabrina licks her lips and then runs her tongue from the base of my shaft and up to the crown of my cock, swirling her tongue over me in decadent, slow, torturous laves before she takes me into her sweet fucking mouth. My hips jerk and my head drops back on the lip of the chair. Not wanting to miss the sight before me, I force myself to look down and watch the way my wife's dainty hands slide up and down my length, while her cheeks hollow out on every rise. I’ve had blow jobs before as a teen but this… this vision of Sabrina pleasuring me is more than I can handle.
"He was at the fight. I was able to trace back to when he purchased his ticket. He doesn't have a membership with Eden,but he has one atPandemonium. I'm guessing that's how he was able to bypass the system here."
My club, Pandemonium, is located in Chicago. It's the largest, most expensive of the three clubs I own. It's run by my cousin, Kallum, head of the Chicago chapter. Like Eden, it's in a warehouse, but it's been remodeled and refurbished to cater for certain… needs. It is the only single-story club, but it's over one hundred and eighty thousand square feet. It's broken off and sectionalized so there's more to do, like letting the elite of the elite members host orgies. Ergo,Pandemonium.
I know, why would a man that was a virgin before marriage have a club catered to all things of the sexual nature and varieties? Because I’m not an idiot. Sex sells. And I’m fully aware of having to hide in the dark. But I can't think about that right now. I'm doing my best not to groan, to not give away what's going on to the voice on the other end. The last thing I need is for my consigliere to think my head isn't in the game at all times.
"Send me the details,” I say through gritted teeth, so a moan doesn’t slip out.I’m really fucking struggling right now.
"I already had Jonny boy send it to your burner."
There's a ping that comes through in the drawer of my desk just as Sabrina takes me as deep as she can, maintaining eye contact. Her gorgeous eyes water. There will never be a more beautiful sight than my wife being vulnerable to me, on her knees, lips stretched around my thick length, doing her best to take me as deep as she can, trying not to gag.
I throw my phone on my desk or maybe it slips out of my hands and onto the floor. I have no idea. All I know is Savage is kneeling behind her, doing something to her and she's moaning, her eyes are rolling tothe back of her head, and the vibrations are adding to my pleasure. “Duchess,” I hiss, the want in my voice for my wife is undisguised.I don’t want it to be. She deserves to know the precise anguish she causes within me. She deserves to know thatI’mthe one who’s weak. For her. Only her. Only ever her.
She pulls away, a thick rope of saliva connects from her lips to my dick and fuuuck, the sight is so dirty, so fucking filthy, it makes me want to come all over her face, her glasses, those beautiful fucking lips. I watch the drool roll down her chin to her tits.
“I… want to come.” She says in a soft whine while her thumb rubs against my frenulum, teasing my cock in lazy, slow strokes. I’m fucked.
My eyes connect with Parker's, who looks tortured.I give him one curt nod. “You heard her. Make my wife come, Savage.”
Sabrina's eyes go wide, shimmering with something like adoration mixed with desire and surprise. It takes Parker no time at all to kneel behind my lovely wife, drool all over her chin, lips and cheeks. She continues to jerk me off, hands sliding up and down, pressure perfect in her grasp. Fuck, how is her being so messy such a fucking turn on?
I want to ruin her.
Parker disappears as she rises on her knees and sits back down. The moan that leaves her is one of pure tormented bliss. I lean forward; one hand goes to the back of her head to grasp her silky hair. “Is your bodyguard licking your sweet pussy?”
She nods, the small movement of her hips tells me she's riding his tongue like she rode my dick, slowly so she can take herself to high heaven.
Not without me.
I sit back but keep my hands in her golden spools of hair, guiding her lips back to my length. “Spit on it, Sabrina. I want you to make it as sloppy as you want. Torture me. Make me yours.”
With an enthusiastic moan she jerks me harder, and her lips wrap around me. She comes up when her hands go down, twisting, going as deep as she can, every moan, every gag, every flutter of her lids behind those pink frames, the rising blush of her cheeks makes me want to spill.
“You look so fucking beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock, Duchess. Fuck, I can’t take it. I need you to come, fuck… fuck me Sabrina. You're too good at this. Make your husband come… ohfuck.” That familiar white-hot sensation begins in my lower spine, spreading to my balls, the sides of my vision blackens, my wife a hazy blur as her moans grow louder. “Fucking come for us, Sabrina, ride yourbodyguard’s face and let that pretty pussy make a mess on him,” I growl, placing my hands over hers, jerking myself with shorter, stronger strides.
She unwraps her lips from me and her head tilts back. “Maksim, I’m going to-”
I stand up, her head at perfect height for this. “Good fucking girl, I’m gonna come all over your face while you come all over Parker’s. Open your fucking mouth, stick your tongue out. You’re a wet fucking dream, sposa mia, every fucking fantasy I’ve ever had. I’m going to come all over those fucking glasses, your lips, your tits. Oh fuck.”
“Maksim! Savage!” She moans, and when her eyes shut tight, and her jaw drops open in ecstasy, that white hot feeling in my balls intensifies as I aim the first load directly on her glasses. She flinches, opening her eyes, piercing through my very soul. The simple act makes a shudder ripple down my spine with each hot splash on her flawless face. Lips, chin, tits. My wife is a fucking mess, pink, panting, and covered in my cum.
My masterpiece.
“You're such a beautiful little whore for me, Duchess. Fucking perfect.”
She sinks a little further on the ground, and Parker gets out from under her, not wiping away her cum off his face, wearing it proudly. She stares up at me, and I reach down as she licks what landed on her lips off with a swipe of her thumb. I smirk, reaching over to grab a few tissues from my desk, tuck myself back into my sweats and squat down to her level to clean off her face. I made the mess - I clean it up.
Except my sexy wife begins to rub it in.
I raise a brow in question.
“It’s good for the skin.” She replies like she understood what I was silently asking. She does take the tissues when she’s done and cleans off her glasses and shoots me a grin. “You said you were cooking?”
I let out a soft chuckle and then help her up. “What are you hungry for?”
The next morning I'm seated at my desk at Eden, taking care of the usual, looking at the numbers of both ticket and liquor sales. Niko and Sasha walk through my door without knocking. Sasha immediately goesto the liquor, pours himself two fingers of SokoloVodka and takes a seat beside Niko.