Chapter 75 #75
Chapter 75
~Dante~
After Shailyn slept. I went out to a private club for the elite. It's a simple routine. Get what you want, no secret exposed. You pay five times the normal amount for a regular. It's either you came to watch the women and release to their sight or get a good hard fuck.
I needed this badly, I was sexually frustrated. I got to the club and ordered whiskey neat. The whiskey scorched my throat, but it barely touched the knot of frustration coiled in my gut.
Shailyn’s cold shoulder for weeks had left me raw, aching, my cock half-hard just from the memory of her body. I couldn’t go home like this. Not tonight. I needed a release badly.
The club swallowed me in red light and bass. I spotted her immediately, raven hair, red lace barely containing her tits, ass rolling against the pole like she was already fucking it. I tossed cash. She descended, heels clicking, eyes locking on mine with practiced heat.
“Private room?” I said, voice rough.
She licked her bottom lip. “Right this way, baby.”
The door clicked shut. Mirrors everywhere. Bed wide enough for sin.
I didn’t speak first. I grabbed her by the waist, spun her, pressed her back to my chest. My hand slid up, cupping one breast through lace, thumb brushing her nipple until it pebbled.
“Feel how fucking hard I am,” I muttered against her ear, grinding my erection into her ass. “Been too long since I buried myself in something wet and willing.”
She arched, pushing back against me. “Then take it. Use me however you need.”
I yanked the cups of her bra down, pinched both nipples hard. She gasped.
“Tell me what you want,” she breathed. “Be filthy. I can take it.”
I spun her around, shoved her to her knees. “I want that pretty mouth stretched around my cock. I want to feel your throat gag when I force every inch down.”
Her fingers flew to my belt. I let her undo it this time. Pants shoved down, cock springing free, thick, veined, leaking.
“Fuck, look at you,” she whispered, eyes wide. “So big. Gonna choke me with it?”
“Damn right.” I fisted her hair. “Open wide, slut. Show me how deep you can take it.”
She parted her lips. I pushed in slowly at first, letting her tongue swirl the head, then thrust deeper. She moaned around me, vibration shooting up my spine.
“Deeper,” I growled. “Swallow it all. I want your nose against my pelvis.”
She hollowed her cheeks, took me to the root. Gagged. Eyes watered. Didn’t pull back.
“Good girl,” I rasped. “Choke on it. Let me feel that throat squeeze.”
I held her there, hips rocking shallowly, fucking her face. Spit ran down her chin, dripping onto her tits.
“Love how messy you get,” I said. “Slobbering all over my dick like you’re starving for it.”
She pulled off just enough to gasp. “I am. Fuck my throat harder. Make me cry.”
I did. Hard, punishing thrusts. Balls slapping her chin. Wet, obscene sounds bouncing off the mirrors.
“Gonna come down your throat if you keep sucking like that,” I warned.
She hummed approval, nails digging into my thighs. I pulled out abruptly, strings of spit connecting us.
“Bed. Now. Ass up.”
She crawled onto the mattress, thong yanked aside, knees spread wide. Her pussy glistened, swollen.
“Look at that dripping cunt,” I said, slapping her ass once, hard. “Already soaked just from sucking me off.”
“Need it,” she whimpered. “Need you to wreck me.”
I spat on my palm, slicked my cock, notched at her entrance. “Beg for it.”
“Please,” she moaned. “Fuck me raw. Stretch me open. Pound me until I can’t walk.”
I slammed in. One brutal stroke. She cried out, back bowing.
“Fuck…yes…so thick…”
“Take every inch,” I grunted, gripping her hips, fingers bruising. “This pussy’s mine tonight.”
I started thrusting, deep, punishing. Bed creaking. Skin slapping.
“Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
I slapped her ass again, red blooming. “You want it rough? Want me to ruin this tight little hole?”
“Yes…God, yes…wreck it…”
I folded over her, one hand around her throat, the other yanking her hair so she faced the mirror.
“Look at us,” I hissed. “Watch my cock disappear inside you. Watch how you take it like a greedy whore.”
Her eyes met mine in the reflection. “I love it. Love being your dirty fucktoy.”
I drove deeper, grinding against her cervix. She sobbed with pleasure.
“Tell me how much you want my cum,” I growled.
“I want it so bad,” she panted. “Fill me up. Breed me. Pump me full until it’s leaking out.”
The words snapped something in me. I flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over my shoulders, folded her nearly in half.
“Spread wider,” I ordered. “Let me see that pussy take every brutal thrust.”
She obeyed, hands gripping her own thighs, holding herself open.
“Fuck look at you gaping for me already,” I muttered, slamming back in. New angle. Deeper. She screamed.
“Gonna come…gonna come on your cock…”
“Do it,” I snarled. “Milk me while I fuck you stupid.”
Her cunt clenched, fluttered, gushed. Legs shaking. Broken moans.
I didn’t stop. Hammered through her orgasm, chasing mine.
“Where do you want it?” I grunted, thrust erratically.
“Inside…deep…please…”
I buried myself balls-deep and exploded. Thick pulses. Groaning low as I flooded her, grinding to force every drop deeper.
“Take it all,” I rasped. “Every fucking drop.”
I stayed seated inside her until the aftershocks faded. Pulled out slowly. Cum leaked from her swollen lips, pooling on the sheets.
She curled against me, breathing hard. I didn’t hold her. Just stared at the ceiling, chest heaving.
Sleep hit like a blackout.
Morning light sliced through the curtains. Head throbbing. Mouth dry. She slept beside me, leg draped over mine, dried cum crusting her thighs.
I looked at her, beautiful, wrecked, a stranger.
Then the ring on my finger caught the light.
Shailyn.
My stomach dropped. Cold sweat broke across my skin.
I slid out of bed, legs unsteady, and locked myself in the bathroom. The mirror showed red eyes, swollen lips, marks I hadn’t left on Shailyn in weeks.
I pressed my forehead to the cool glass.
What the fuck had I just done?
But, I won't let it bother me. It's nothing I haven't done before and she won't find out about it. She's a good wife, these ones are just for a release.
I tossed money on the bed stand and walked out gently.