Page 39 of Chef
"Takoda,” she whispers, pulling back, eyes hooded, drunk off champagne and kisses.
She presses little kisses along the underside of my jaw, down my throat, nipping at my Adam’s apple before pulling back and giving me an impish smile. She’s so fucking gorgeous, standing there in the low light, peeking up at me through her lashes like she’s all sweetness, when I know she can be anything but sweet.
Sage’s hand trails down the center of my chest, down the front of my jeans, landing on my cock where she gives me a tight squeeze before turning, hand still gripping me, guiding me tothe couch with my own dick. She lines me up until the back of my legs hit the back of the couch and she shoves me until I fall backward. Not that I would fight her any. I’m going to let my woman lead the show, and what a fucking show it is.
“Fuck baby,” I breathe out, unable to stop from rubbing my palm against the hardness in my jeans as I watch her slowly drawing the zipper down, her back to me, giving me a peek at the top of her g-string. “Shit, I’m going to come in my pants if you don’t stop teasing me.”
Sage throws her head back and laughs long and loud at my expense before looking over her shoulder at me. “We can’t have that, can we?” I move to stand, but quick as lightning she shoves me back down. “Nope. We’re doing this like the good old days.”
I raise a brow. “Our good old days, or the good old days in general?”
She hits me with her “are you serious face” before rolling her eyes and shoving her dress down her body until it pools on the floor around her feet. I almost choke on thin fucking air at her standing here, her perfect handful tits with her pink nipples standing to attention, the smooth outline of her pussy visible through the sheer fabric of her panties. She smirks as she turns her back to me, hooks her thumbs in the tiny strings at her hips, then slowly, so fucking slowly peels those barely there panties down her legs until she’s touching the floor, her wet pink slit just begging for my tongue. Gripping her ass cheeks, I spread her wide and dive in.
“Takoda!” she squeals. “That’s cheating, ugh, oh, I-I’m meant to be in charge!” she huffs out, moaning between her words.
I pull back slightly, just enough so that she can hear the growl in my voice. “If you wanted to be in charge you wouldn’t have dangled this perfect fucking pussy in my face.”
“You, ungh, uh, you don’t, oh wow, you, ah, oh, you don’t play fair.” She tries to pout, but the way she’s pushing back on me, on my tongue, her body is telling a different story.
I pull her back with me, my tongue buried in my wife while I sink back into the couch like the luckiest bastard in the world. I move to let go of her ass so I can unzip my jeans and free my aching cock. I should never have done that because Sage is a little minx and uses that time to free herself from my tongue.
“Get back here, I need more,” I pant out, lifting my hips and wrestling my jeans down my legs.
She shakes her head, black hair flying everywhere, already looking mussed up. “Nope.” She smirks as she sits in the armchair across from me, first hooking one leg over the arm, then the other, until she’s leant back, spread wide, pussy on display for me.
“I want to watch you, just like the old days before you fucked me and took my virginity.” I flinch at her words, but I can’t argue with her. That’s exactly what I did. “I’ve been waiting to punish you some, and what better night than our wedding night,” she whispers, trailing one finger around her nipple before pinching it between her fingers.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I grit out, my whisper harsh as it hangs in the air.
“Touch yourself, I want to see you pump your cock. Pretend your fist is my pussy,” she whimpers as she dips her finger into her slick heat before trailing it up to her clit, circling her little nub before dipping her finger inside herself again.
I do as she says because I’m powerless to do anything except make Sage happy. Running my hand over the crown of my cock I gather up the wetness pooling there, using it to slick up my cock as I grip it. Tight. I don't want to cum in my hand or on my chest, I want to cum in my wife, knock her up and tie her to me foreverso she can’t fucking run. So she’ll have to learn to love me like she did before.
“Oh, that looks so good,” Sage moans, her fingers moving faster, her first and second fingers on either side of her clit, rubbing up and down.
I pump my cock to the same rhythm she’s rubbing her pussy, and almost lose my god damned mind when she pinches her clit and her pussy clenches, juices running down her ass onto Damian’s well upholstered armchair. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have my tongue right there, lapping it up, but that’s not what Sage wants. She’s in charge and if she wants me to watch her fuck herself with her fingers, to come with me on the other side of the room as penance for my sins, then so be it.
“Faster, Takoda, I need you to come with me, I want to see you lose control.” Fuck, can she not see that I lost my control the moment I saw her in my clubhouse?
I grip my cock harder, my hips pumping into my fist faster, teeth clenched and sweat dripping down my neck into my white shirt that I’m still wearing. Fuck we must look a pair, my gorgeous woman spread wide for me, fingers buried in her sweet cunt, me still dressed other than my jeans shoved down my legs, pooled at my boots while I fuck my fist to the most beautiful girl in the world.
“Uh, Takoda, Takoda!” Sage gasps.
I lose my shit the moment she screams my name, her body shaking as her orgasm hits her, thighs clamping shut around her fingers that are still in her pussy. “Fuck, Sage, fuck fuck fuck.” I let out a long, low groan as my seed lands on my stomach, pooling in my belly button.
My hand flops to my side as my head hits the back of the couch, my harsh breathing mingling with the sounds of Sage’s whimpering and groans.
“Baby, fuck -”
“Just like the old days.”
“Yeah,” I huff out, dropping my chin so I can look at her, across the room.
“Takoda?”
“Yeah?”
“Make love to me?”
