“Yes,” she breathed on my lips.
Don’t screw with her. You know what kind of monster she’s married to. But I flicked my tongue in her ear. “You shouldn’t.”
She moaned and trembled as I led her in circles around the room, destroying her sense of direction and spatial orientation. “Ow.” She banged her knee on the dresser as I guided her to the bathroom and braced her hands on the granite countertop. If I couldn’t display her in the window, then I’d place her in front of the mirror and enjoy the show for myself.
I stood behind her and held my rock hard cock in my fist. Anticipation surged through me, and I fought back the urge to slam it home, remembering my evil intentions for this woman.
“Touch me. Please.” She glanced over her shoulder and raised her head as if trying to peek under the tie.
I stepped aside, out of her line of sight, and reached toward her, letting my hand hover over her quivering skin. I swallowed a laugh as her toes curled on the cool tile floor. Then, without touching her, I leaned over and breathed into her hair. “Patience, Kaylynn. You’ll get what you need.”
In the mirror, I watched her lips part as she let out a soft gasp. Her breasts swayed as she squirmed, and pink nipples demanded my attention. I grabbed a towel and dragged it across those sweet buds.
“Ooo….” She flattened a palm on her reflection.
I pulled the towel down her back, then slipped it into the gap between her thighs and made circles over her hard clit.
“Oh God.” She wiggled and brushed her ass against my cock.
Just about lost it right there, but I seized my impulse and redirected my surging energy toward pleasing Kaylynn. “I love making you squirm.” All the women I’d fucked—without exception—told me they loved it, too, but for some stupid reason turning my client’s wife into a slippery sex goddess mattered more to me than any of them.
Never is a long time. But that didn’t bother me as much as it should’ve. What bothered me was the fact that Kaylynn was about to come, and I’d just gotten started tormenting her. I dropped the towel and looked around for something else to tease her with.
“Mmf. Why?” She rose up and lifted a corner of the blindfold.
“No.” I shoved it back in place. “I’m not finished with you.”
“Oh good.” She sighed and bent over the counter.
I slid close behind her and slipped my cock between her thighs, then reached around and fondled her heavy breasts. “Haven’t you learned that I always give you what you want?”
She arched into me. “I got used to being ignored.”
“Never again.” That word. I shut it out of my mind and turned on the faucet, running the water until it reached a soothing warm temperature. I collected it in my palm and dribbled it down her chest.
Drips spilled from her nipples and she gasped. “Can I watch?”
“Please do.” I unwrapped my tie and dropped it on the floor. We stood upright, and I wrapped an arm around her shoulders while she watched me trickle water down her body—splashing her nipples, flowing over her abs and tickling her already wet pussy.
She clutched my arm and moaned when I turned the water off and dried her breasts with a fresh towel, stroking and rubbing while I flicked my tongue down her neck to her shoulder, nipping heated skin as I went. She ground her ass against my cock, and I mashed her onto the countertop.
I gave her a couple of thrusts then dropped to my knees and licked her dripping pussy. She slapped the granite, splashing the puddle we’d made. I nudged her thighs apart and shoved my tongue up over her hot clit.
“Fuck yes!” She palmed the mirror and fogged it up, breathing hot, hard gasps while I buried my face between her legs.
I stood and spun her around, kissing her hard, forcing her to taste herself on my tongue. She devoured my mouth, feeding on the lust I’d drawn from her. I helped her perch on the vanity, and then I slammed my throbbing dick into her while she dug her heels into my ass. We slipped, but I caught the counter’s edge and drove her back up.
Her teeth gashed my lip. “I’m sorry.” She wiped blood with her thumb.
I moved to kiss her, but she trapped my face in her hands. “I never want to hurt you.”
“I know.” Blood smeared across her chin as I reclaimed her mouth, trying to block out the implications of that recurring word. My relationships always ended with someone getting hurt. Never? Impossible… unless it didn’t end.
My reflection glared back at me, pinning me to the witness stand with questions I couldn’t answer, evidence I couldn’t dispute. Objection!