Page 126 of The Bad Husband

I know all that woman’s tricks. It got boring after a while. And it’s not only that.

She’s doing it facetiously, never striking the right balance between being aggressive and sly.

Lila and I have so little in common, or so I think. I’m no longer sure. Maybe something is changing for me.

Maybe some of her innocence rubs off on me.

I’ll never be the person she is, but her spontaneity seasoning my life right now can’t be a bad thing, can it?

I relax in my chair and lock my fist around my erection. She quickly gets the hint, opens her eyes, and looks at me, her cheeks flushed, her lips wet.

I beckon her to me.

“Strip for me, please,” I say, tilting my chin toward her clothes.

She sheds her clothes without breaking her stare away from me, and straddles me.

When she slides down, with her legs open across my lap, her pussy warm and wet, my cock is about to explode.

It pulses inside her as I run my eyes over her, hands cupping her ass, my bottom lip rolled under the edge of my teeth.

She grinds on me, her tits bouncing, her hair moving. Her eyes twinkle when I lift my stare.

“Don’t stop,” I say, almost inaudibly.

She doesn’t.

She moves like a goddess, enjoying herself, not performing for me, not concerned with how I regard her.

I hope she doesn’t notice how famished I am for her.

These few days while I was away were probably the worst. I couldn’t wait to come back and fuck her.

I grab a tit and squeeze it.

She laughs at me, feeling no pain. I lift my forefinger and push it through her lips. She closes her mouth around it and sucks on it.

I push another finger in, and she gives me a smile, sucking on my fingers, and bobbing her head, as if she’d suck my cock. The more she does it, the closer I get to bursting inside her, and the more urgent my need to ram into her.

I let her do her thing for a few more moments before I tear my hand away from her, wrap an arm around her, hold her to my body, and with the other sweep some things to the side on my desk.

I lay her on my desk.

Her pussy throbs around my cock as I push her torso down, ensuring she’s right at the edge of my desk, so I can push my hard-on all the way in.

Her eyes widen as I press my hand to her abdomen and feel myself moving into her.

The pressure makes her bite her lip and claw at the air as she tries to reach me.

“Stay there. You’re gonna like it.”

I move into her harshly at medium speed while running my thumb down her open slit and stroking her clit.

My balls draw tight, and I can tell she’s close to coming by how hard she’s trying to squeeze her legs around my hips.

“That’s my girl,” I say, stroking her as she begins to rock her hips, taking that journey up.

I ram into her harder. And harder.