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She’d yet to move her lips from my flesh. She was having the time of her life being able to receive me the way she’d wanted since the exchange.

Simone’s light moans were low and soothing.

She didn’t get too loud, and she held onto me as if anyone could tear me from her at any given moment.

This was her time, and she wanted every second of it to count.

No matter where she was at, she was going to try and get all she could from me.

Our window of coupling was already closing at a fast pace.

Pulling down the halter part of her dress, her breasts were exposed.

I instantly salivated at her hardened nipples that brushed against my chest. Roughly kissing her neck, a wave of hunger washed over me.

I liked the way she felt, and I wasn’t filled with too much pride to let it be known.

However, she didn’t fully comprehend that she was nothing more than a gift.

I couldn’t compliment her pussy without her taking it for more than what it was.

As she bounced on my dick at a slow and steady pace, her body shivered every few seconds.

I couldn’t lie. Her quivers fed my ego profusely.

I knew the effect I had on my wife so getting that confirmation from her as well was all I needed.

She wasn’t getting fucked nowhere near the levels of Naomi, but this mediocre shit was everything to her.

I talked my wife through all of her orgasms so offering Simone silence was lowkey fuckin’ with me.

She was too attached, and any little command would more than likely push her further into her delusion.

My moans and groans were expressed though.

I wasn’t ashamed to let her hear every last one of those.

With a handful of ass, I assisted her in her ride. Her soft moans, soft kisses, and soft touch was bringing me to that place. She was simply the softness I needed to climax. As a temporary fill, she played her part.

“I’m finna cum, baby.”

“ Mhmm . I feel it.”

Her walls were beginning to contract around my shaft. Before she even sat on my shit, I knew all she wanted was to cum on my wood. Whether it was in a matter of minutes or hours. She’d been fiending to feel me. From the way she begged, a few strokes would get her there and we both knew that.

“Cum with me. Damn. Cum in me,” she whispered before she gently tugged at my earlobe. She had no idea that was my spot, and I’d fold within seconds.

That slow and seductive shit was gone. She was getting off and I was right behind her. Her moans were no longer just for me, either. The bystanders had an earful of how good I felt to her as her cream white fluids coated the condom.

My semen filled the rubber that wrapped around my shit.

I came with her and in her, it just would never touch her.

Going against my wife would change the dynamics of our marriage and trust. We weren’t perfect but the trust we had for one another was.

I knew she wouldn’t play with me like that so the respect for her was always shown in return.

Our breathing patterns were unstable and yet she found a way to speak. “I want more, Tristan.”

“Hop off,” I voiced, ready to remove the condom and flush it before we did anything further.

“Did you not hear me? That was a temporary satisfaction. I need you to beat this muthafucka down to the ground, baby.”

“Who the fuck said I wouldn’t? You ran this show, not me. You wouldn’t be able to question me about shit if I was in control. Now, can you get the fuck off me, so I can handle me?”

She offered deep sighs as she rose from my lap. She went to fix her clothes when I grabbed her by the wrists. I wasn’t quite done doting on her body. My tongue swiped across my lips as thoughts of sucking on her nipples flashed. She would definitely be enjoyed in more ways than one later.

Standing, I fixed my clothing then hers.

She held onto my shoulders as I slid the hem of her dress over her exposed cheeks, slapping and squeezing them afterward.

I then pulled the halter of her dress above her breasts.

Before walking away, I pecked her neck and let my wrapped arm slowly detach from her body.

I quickly found the bathroom and cleaned myself up.

The condom was flushed, and my dick was wiped off with warm soaked paper towels.

There were plans to take her down in the hotel elevator just because I’d have the reigns.

However, Simone taking the wheel wasn’t an issue.

She did what she was supposed to, and a nigga got a nut off. A win was a win.

Once I was together, I walked back out and found our meals boxed up.

Simone sat with her legs crossed sipping on her mimosa.

Her aesthetic was one a man could appreciate.

Aside from her trying to drain me dry, she was a sight to see.

Nothing about her outer presence made you uncomfortable.

In a way, she brought a warmth one could vibe to.

Stepping behind her, I stretched my arms along the arms of her chair. With my mouth positioned at her ear, I said, “I wanted to eat in peace. You disturbed that.”

“You not fuckin’ me once we got to the room disturbed mine so now, we’re even.”

“You’re behaving selfishly, love.”

“As are you. You fucked me like you loved me last year but now you’re giving me bits and pieces and I don’t like that. I want the same treatment, Tristan.”

A chuckle roared as I found her response amusing. Somewhere she got her wires crossed and I hated being the bearer of bad news, but it was what it was.

“This is my anniversary and repeating myself is really annoying as fuck. If you can’t understand that, run the fuck back to that nigga you came here with so I can love on my wife. Let me know what we doing.”

She remained quiet, and I was patient enough to wait for her decision.

This shit didn’t make or break me. Naomi was on the same island, and I’d end all this shit right now.

One thing I knew for sure, my fuckin’ wife would back me on whatever I said without question. Simone was missing who was in charge.

“What time are the mud baths?” she inquired.

“Oh aight.”

Grabbing up my food, I headed for the exit.

Her heels were heard hitting the wood floor as she followed behind me.

She already expressed how she wanted more and because she was fiend the fuck out, she wasn’t going anywhere until she got it.

Her clinginess was becoming the sole reason for her cut off.