The Rejected Wife: Chapter 46

I watch her as she sleeps.

We came back to our villa, and I made love to her—this time, taking her from behind. We napped. I ordered dinner, and we ate on the patio overlooking the pool. Then she climbed into my lap, pulled down my sweatpants, and demanded I fuck her. I told her it doesn’t work that way. That I set the pace. She pouted prettily, but didn’t demur when I pushed her onto the table and proceeded to eat her out until she came. The taste of her pussy and the sweetness of her cum were the best dessert I ever had. Then I fucked her right there, ensuring she came again before pouring myself inside her.

Her eyelids were closing, fatigue pulling her down, when I carried her inside and put her to bed. Unable to sleep myself, I stretched out next to her and settled for watching her. Next to watching my daughter sleep, watching my wife is my new favorite pastime. Those long, thick eyelashes of hers flutter as her eyeballs move behind her closed eyelids. Then, she settles down again. Her breathing grows deeper. Her chest rises and falls. I pull the cover down so I can watch her plump breasts. Yes, I’m gawking. And perhaps, this is stalker-like behavior, but surely, I’m allowed?

We’re legally married, and I’m in love with her— I pause. It still feels foreign to say that to myself. I’m still getting used to these feelings crowding my mind and my chest every time I think of her. I’m still reeling from how right it feels to have her in my life. How it feels so natural to have her by my side, sharing the burden of parenthood. She’s my partner. My other half. My beautiful wife.

As if she feels my scrutiny, she turns toward me, then opens her eyelids. For a few seconds, she stares at me, her expression filling with warmth. Then she drags her gaze down my naked chest, and lust steals into her eyes. She places her palm on my abs and drags it toward my waistband. I place my hand on hers and stop her.

‘You must be more than sore.’

She smiles. ‘I still want you.’

‘You need to recover.’

‘Hmm.’ She pretends to think. ‘I could still deep throat you.’

For a second, I’m taken aback, then I bark out a laugh. ‘Have I created a sex monster?’

‘Not my fault you’re so good at it, Mr. Davenport.’

‘Not my fault that your pussy is so delectable I want to live between your legs, Mrs. Davenport.’

Her cheeks flush. So fucking adorable. I lean in and kiss her deeply. My cock instantly thickens. Sparks of lust ignite in my blood. I’ll never not be turned on by her. I release her hand, and she slides it under the waistband of my sweats and then around my dick. I hiss into our kiss. And when she squeezes me from base to crown, those same sparks turn into flames. She climbs between my legs, and without taking her gaze off of me, she slides down and closes her mouth around my cock.

‘Fuck.’ I slide my fingers into her hair, not to direct her as much as support her, as she begins to lick up my shaft. Then, she curls her tongue around the rim of my crown, and it’s such an erotic sight. It’s so very titillating, so seductive, all my attention coalesces onto my cock.

True to her word, she pushes up on her knees and ensures the angle is such that she takes me down her throat. I wrap my fingers around her throat and feel my cock stretch the inner walls. Seeing her mouth stretched around the width of my shaft, spit running down her chin, tears squeezing out from the sides of her eyes, is the most lascivious sight I’ve ever seen. She swallows, and the pressure at the base of my spine spikes. And when she gags, it feels like she’s sucking my soul through my cock.

‘You’re the most beautiful woman in the world,’ I hold the hair back from her face with one hand. The other, I slide down to squeeze her nipple. Then I bring up one knee between her thighs and grind up into her clit.

Her gaze widens, her breathing growing choppy. The pulse at the base of her throat beats rapidly. I know she’s close, as am I. I’m not leaving her behind. I continue to rub her clit, tweak her nipple, and when she bites down on my cock, the pain lends an edge to the pleasure which shoots me over the edge. ‘Come with me.’ I pour my cum down her throat.

With a muffled moan, she shudders and jolts and digs her fingers into my thigh as she shatters. I pull out of her, bring her up, and kiss her, tasting myself in her mouth. It’s symbolic of our joining. A mix of me and her. And it’s mind-blowing. I soften the kiss, frame her face, and simply look.

‘You’re staring.’ Her flush deepens.

‘Can’t I look at my wife? And after that blow job—’ I laugh. ‘I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again.’

Her smile widens. ‘If that’s all it takes to reduce the big mean CEO and former Marine into putty, then I’ll have to put a blow job on the schedule more often.’

I slide my fingers around the nape of her neck. ‘Ah, but it’s a schedule that’ll have to be dictated by me, baby.’

She pouts. ‘Does it always have to be with you in control?’

‘When it comes to sex, yes.’

‘That’s arrogant.’

I stare at her.

‘And very dominant of you.’

‘Is that a problem?’

She holds my gaze, then slowly shakes her head. ‘Actually, it’s rather hot.’

‘It’s my turn to return the favor.’ I tap my chest.

She stares, then shakes her head. ‘I don’t think so.’

‘You don’t want me to eat your pussy?’

‘I do…but—’ She looks away.

‘But what?’

‘Uh, I might be a bit too heavy for you?’

I stare at her. ‘Too heavy. For me?’

She finally turns her gaze on me. ‘I’m proud of my curves. They suit me.’ She tips up her chin. ‘And it’s not like I have a body positivity issue but…I’m not exactly made for, uh… What you’re suggesting.’

‘How dare you insult my wife?’

A big smile blooms on her face. And that pleases me, no end.

‘In case you haven’t noticed, I’m strong enough to handle you. Besides, you are perfect. I love the flare of your figure. And the handfuls I can take of your thighs when I spread them. And to be able to squeeze your hips when I dive into you from behind, and⁠—’

‘Stop.’ Her cheeks turn pink.

In response, I grip her hips and coax her up, until she’s positioned over my face. Her juicy pussy is close enough that when a fat drop of her cum slides down her inner thigh, I lick it up.

She shivers and tries to pull away. I squeeze her hips and hold her in place, then drag my whiskered jaw up her pussy lips.

She cries out. Her thigh muscles tremble and, were it not for my hold on her, she’d have fallen. I support her weight, and stare at her core.

‘Oh, my God, you’re embarrassing me.’

‘You should be proud of your beautiful cunt.’ I lick up the cleavage between her pussy lips, and she whimpers. Her sounds of pleasure spark an inferno in my veins. I slide my tongue inside her slit, reveling in her sweetness. And when I close my lips around her swollen nub, she moans. Her entire body shudders. She grips my hair and tugs on it. The pinpricks of hurt traveling down my spine turn my pulse into a drumbeat of pleasure. I lick and suck and slurp on her pussy like it’s the tastiest dessert I’ve ever encountered. And when I slide my fingers down the cleavage of her arse cheeks to play with her forbidden hole, she moans. I slide a finger inside her back channel and push three inside her cunt.

That’s when she throws her head back, and with a long, low groan, she climaxes. Her cum coats my tongue and sinks into my blood, adding more fuel to the fire raging in my veins.

Quickly, I lower her to the bed on her back. I settle between her thighs, angle my cock at her opening, and impale her. She’s so wet, I slide all the way in and brush up against that spot inside her I know drives her crazy. Sure enough, she shivers and grabs at my shoulders. The next time I thrust into her, her entire body jolts. The bed moves, and it seems, so does the room; I’m still not used to the way her pussy strangles my cock.

‘You’re so fucking hot. So beautiful.’ I bend and kiss her, and look into her eyes as I fuck into her. I pour my entire being into my actions, this need to bury myself in her.

I try to get as close to her as possible, until it’s my skin and hers, joined together. Until I don’t know where I stop, and she begins. One body. One soul. My heart is hers. I only need to tell her so.

I push into her again while I cup her breast and squeeze her nipple in that way which sends her out of her head. Then, I wrap my fingers around her throat. I squeeze gently, and a flare of lust lights up her eyes. She locks her ankles around my waist, tightens her inner walls around my cock, and I’m a goner.

‘Fuck,’ I breathe into her mouth. ‘Come with me, baby.’ She holds my gaze, her pupils so dilated, there’s only a ring of golden brown around the irises. ‘Come. Now.’ I piston into her, wanting to please her, knowing I can satisfy her, confident this is going to be the best fuck of her life. And she doesn’t disappoint. She opens her mouth in a silent scream, and I make sure to inhale it as she climaxes.

I fuck her through her orgasm, and when her body jolts with aftershocks, I join her in that place where it’s only us. Where no one can hurt what we’ve become to each other.