THE MARRIED MISTRESS (1)

The moon’s gentle glow seeped into the room through the window. It was the only witness to my sins. I sat at the edge of the hotel bed, wrapped in the sheets that smelled faintly of him. It was a mix of cedarwood and musk, a smell I longed for.

The clock on the nightstand blinked 9:10pm. He was late again. He always was.

I traced the top of my wine glass, my mind wandering to where he might be. Maybe having dinner with his wife. Or he could be with my husband too. The thought of that made my heart race and my pulse quicken.

They were best friends after all.

The first time I met Ryan Coleman, it was in my own living room. He had come over with a bottle of whiskey and a smile that could melt anybody’s heart. He was my husband’s closest friend, his partner in business and a brother in all but blood. And the night I shook his hand, I could feel my world shift slightly off it’s axis.

The sound of the key sliding into the lock made my heart skip a beat.

I placed the wine glass down, hands resting on my thighs and knees pressed together, just like he’d told me to. When the door opened, tension ran through my spine.

“Stand up,” He said as his silhouette approached the bed.

I rose immediately. I didn’t have to look at him to see how his gaze traced my every move. How my chest rose and fell as I exhaled, how my gaze flickered to the floor before it met his.

He stepped closer, coat still on, tie still straightened.

“Show me.”

My fingers trembles as I grabbed the robe, slipping it off. It pooled at the floor with a light thud. I wore what he had chosen. It was a black silk lingerie that was transparent enough to see how pert my nipples had become.

He circled me once, slow enough for me to feel his gaze burn every inch of my bare skin.

“Good,” He muttered. “You remembered what I said last time.”

“I always remember,” I said, pursing my lips after.

“Do you?” He stopped behind me, close enough for me to feel his warm breath against the back of my neck. “Even when you’re with Cain?”

The mention of Cain, my husband, was like a slap to the face. My breath stuttered.

His hands slid to my throat, not squeezing, just there as if to remind me who I belonged to. My pulse throbbed against his palm. “Do you think of me when he kisses you goodnight?”

“Yes,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He laughed, the sound cruel and pleased. “Well, do you miss me when you’re with him?”

I nodded. “Yes, I miss you all the time.”

His hands slid down from my throat and the bed bounced behind me.

“Then, show me.”

I spun around, and Ryan was seated at the edge of the bed, man spreading enough for me to fit in between his thighs.

“Kneel.”

I didn’t need further instructions, I knew what he wanted. The marble floor felt cold against my knees as my hands pressed against his leather belt.

My hands trembled as the buckle of his belt came loose.

The hard outline of his cock pressing against the fabric of his trousers caused my inner thighs to dampen.

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

My eyes trailed up his. It was dark and filled with a primitive desire that sent a shiver down my spine. I reached for the band of his underwear, pulling it low enough to reveal his big pulsating cock.

My lips split open, my tongue circling the tip of his cock. I could feel him stiffen, the muscles in his thigh going rigid. I parted my lips wider, sliding every inch of his cock into my mouth.

I moaned around his cock as he grabbed a fistful of my hair. He pushed my down even further until my nose pressed against his stomach. I sucked harder, coating his cock with my saliva.

He pulled my head up and pushed it down again until I could feel the tip of his cock at the back of my throat. I moaned softly, my thighs quivering as my pussy throbbed.

I wanted to feel every inch of him inside of me.

I could feel him grow inside my mouth as I sucked harder. I moaned louder, the sounds bouncing off the walls of the hotel room. His cock began to twitch around my tongue as he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth.

Just before he came, Ryan tugged my head back until his cock slipped out of my mouth. I exhaled, my cheeks red and my eyes filled with tears.

“Over here,” He said, tapping his thighs lightly.

I swallowed, wiping my mouth. My legs trembled as rose I up from the floor. He hands brushed the side of my hip, causing me to freeze. Then, with a slow breath, I climbed into his lap.

His fingers slid to my entrance, teasing my wet folds until my whole body was a quivering mess.

“You’re so wet for me. Does Cain make drip like this?” He cooed, slipping a finger into my wet pussy.

I gasped as he curled his fingers upwards, pressing against my sweet spot. I threw my head back, pleasure taking over my mind.

“Answer me.”

“N-No, he doesn’t,” I moaned.

A smirked curled up his lips as if in triumph. “Good girl. Now I want you to tell me how much you want my cock. I want you to beg for it.”

He slipped another finger into me, and pleasure spread through my veins like a wildfire.

“I want your cock deep inside of me, please.”

My words came out like a desperate plea. His fingers kept a steady pace, pushing in and out of me with a relentless force that almost sent me reeling over the edge.

Ryan grabbed my neck, pulling me closer until his lips brushed against mine.

“Now, take this cock like the good little slut you are.