She hummed around my cock like she was enjoying it and my balls tingled. I haven’t given her a mouthful yet because for some fucked up reason I don’t like cumming anywhere but deep inside her. It’s almost a compulsion at this point.

There’s no feeling like pumping my seed into her clutching pussy until my balls dry out. Now I concentrated on fucking her face without blasting her tonsils with cock snot.

“Take more!” She did her breathing exercises just like I’d taught her and worked her lips down farther around my meat. I stopped when I hit her throat and pulled back when she started to gag.

She took me back in and swallowed around my cock making my toes curl, as she breathed through her gag reflex. “That’s my good girl.” I grabbed the back of her head and fucked into her neck until my balls were ready to spew.

I pulled out of her mouth and she whined. I had to clamp off my shit to keep from cumming all over her tits. “Fuck, turn around. I’m gonna fuck you hard and deep.”

Not that I’ve been fucking her any other way, but I like the way she hops to do my bidding when I say that shit to her. She’s a closet freak.

She hurried into position, ass in the air, pussy tilted just the way I like and hands gripping the arm of the chair. I ran my cock up and down her weeping slit, hitting her clit with each slide.

Her ass jumped and she yipped when I leaned over her back and bit into her neck just as I slid my cock into her. “So fucking good.”

She moaned deep, shifted her knees, and pushed her ass back hard, impaling her pussy on my cock. With one hand fisted in her hair and the other pressed into the small of her back, I fucked her like it was the first time.

I didn’t take it easy on her, I never do. Her tight little pussy takes a beating every day of the week, more on weekends.

“Damn baby, let go of my cock.”

“I can’t I’m not doing anything.” Like fuck. Her shit had me on lock. I wanted to pound, her tight

cunt kept me to a slow glide. I had to fuck around with her clit as I marked her to get her pussy to let up.

Her pussy relaxed its grip on my cockmeat and I went full hog, damn near breaking her in half against the chair arm. That was the first time she begged me to cum inside her. The first time she ever spoke while fucking.

It had the desired affect. I lost all control and slammed into her until my balls slapped against her warm flesh before they drew up and filled.

I think I came longer, harder and more than ever before in my life. And when she turned her mouth for a kiss while massaging my cock with her cunt muscles, I knew something had changed.

That night after we went to bed my mind refused to shut off. Since we’d been back I’ve had limited dealings with her dad, none with the sister and I better not see her asshole ex.

Though we never really discussed that shit, she didn’t seem to need to and I wasn’t in any hurry to revisit that shit because it would only piss me the fuck off and I was trying to be an upstanding citizen and shit.

But that night I finally accepted that I was beginning to feel something more for her than just lust. I don’t know what the fuck that something is, but it was there.

For the next few days I’d find myself watching her whenever she was in the same room. I’d miss her at odd times throughout the day. I even went so far as to sniff her damn pillow on occasion.

Most importantly, whenever I got twitchy, like I needed some excitement before I put one between my eyes, I’d think of her and that was enough to keep me happy with my lot.

So that’s why when I came back this morning from making a run for my pain in the ass father and heard that she’d been talking to the asshole ex, I’d lost my shit.

Dinner was almost over and he was still in hiding. I was beginning to think he’d done that shit on purpose. He’d waited until I was out of town to approach my woman. His ass is about to become a statistic.

“I’ll be right back.” I could tell she wanted to say something, but she’s a fast learner; she bit that shit back. Good girl!

I headed towards the back where he’d disappeared during the dessert course. “Where’s your manager?” I asked one of the servers who offered to go get him from where he was hiding in the kitchen.

His family owns the place, a second rate dump anywhere else but in this town. He was the ‘heir apparent’, big shot. Probably pulls down sixty grand a year total. I have suits that cost more than that.

He came through the swinging doors looking like he would bolt at the slightest provocation. I stepped forward and his eyes went wide.

“Let’s take a walk.” I didn’t wait for him to answer, just grabbed him around the wrist in a way that ensured he couldn’t escape and led him out the door.

I turned my back just to let him know how little I thought of him. The thing is, I realized a long time ago that I didn’t have an issue with him per se. Not for the reasons you might expect.

I didn’t care that he’d fucked that slag, but I cared that he once meant something to my wife. That shit’s not allowed.

It took all my control not to plant my fist in his face, but I knew she wouldn’t like that so I kept my cool. Lucky fuck. I already had ten burial sites picked out for his ass.

“I hear you ran into my wife last night. I’ll make this short. Stay the fuck away from her. You only get one warning!” I wanted to fuck his shit up so bad I could feel his bones cracking beneath my fists.

“She’s my friend.” His voice was one octave above scared shitless.

“No she’s not, she’s not allowed to be your friend.”

“Says who?” Oh you wanna be brave? I chose that moment to turn and look at him.

“Says me asshole.” He swallowed like he had a peanut butter allergy and had just inhaled a jar full of the shit, all while trying to disappear into the wall behind him. Then he started talking like he thought we were friends or some shit.

“Look, that thing with me and Tammy had nothing to do with you.”

“I could give a fuck about you two. What I do give a fuck about is the way you two handled that shit.”

“If you were any kind of a man you wouldn’t have hidden that shit and got innocent people involved.” Like my fucking wife.

“If you mean Carrie that’s the reason she and I never slept together because I never really wanted to deceive her.” He wants to die.

“I know she never slept with you, that’s the only reason you’re still allowed to breathe. Now get the fuck outta my face shit stain.” He started to slither away and I was imagining pulling the trigger. Fuckwit.

I went back in to get my girl and the whole place was basically staring at her as she sat alone at the table. Shit, I didn’t think about that. I reached her side and helped her up from the chair.

“Le’s get outta here baby.” I kept my arm around her as we left, so there was no doubt that we were straight. She kept her head down and her lips buttoned all the way home.

“Are you mad at me?” She asked me that shit when I helped her out of the truck.

“No!” I took her inside and showed her how not upset with her I was.