Chapter 123: Good Wife
Sophie stood frozen in the bathroom, her heart hammering in her chest, her body a live wire of raw desire, Devon’s thick, throbbing cock pressed firmly against the curve of her ass, his breath scorching her neck.
The sharp click of the bathroom door’s lock still rang in her ears, the flimsy wooden barrier the only thing separating them from Mark, whose groggy voice had just called out, "Soph? You there?" Her pussy pulsed, slick and swollen from their earlier frenzied fucking, her inner thighs glistening with her juices, the musky scent of her arousal mingling with the faint lavender of her lotion in the humid air.
Her nipples stood hard against the cool bathroom tiles, aching for touch, as Devon’s hands roamed her body, his fingers teasing her nipples, brushing her clit with a slow, deliberate stroke that made her bite her lip so hard she tasted the metallic tang of blood to stifle a gasp.
The danger of Mark just outside the door sent a reckless, electric thrill through her, her clit throbbing, her pussy dripping onto the cold floor, every nerve screaming for more.
In the bedroom, Mark stirred, his eyes blinking open in the dim moonlight, registering the empty space beside him. His hand grazed the sheets, damp and cool, a puzzled frown creasing his face. "What the hell?" he muttered, sitting up, his dark hair a tangled mess, his flannel pajama pants shifting as he swung his legs over the bed. The air conditioner hummed steadily, pumping chilly air into the room, yet the sheets were soaked, far too wet to be just sweat, the musky scent clinging to the fabric raising his suspicions.
He called out again, louder this time, "Soph?" His voice carried a mix of confusion and concern as he stood, his bare feet padding across the hardwood, his eyes scanning the dim room, the moonlight casting shadows over the scattered clothes under the bed, Devon’s shirt, trousers, and boxers, though Mark didn’t know it.
From inside the bathroom, Sophie’s voice came, quick and breathless, laced with irritation to mask the heat pooling between her legs. "I’m in here, Mark! I was sweating like crazy, feeling gross, just freshening up, okay? I will come out soon!" Her tone was forced, her heart racing as she leaned against the sink, the cool porcelain pressing into her palms, Devon’s fingers still teasing her clit, circling the swollen bud with agonizing precision, his cock nudging her ass, making her pussy clench with desperate want.
Mark frowned, his brow furrowing as he stared at the bed, then the closed bathroom door. "Sweating?" he muttered to himself, skeptical, his voice barely audible. The room was freezing, the air conditioner blasting, the crisp September night seeping through the windows. He shuffled closer, pressing his ear to the bathroom door, straining for any sound, but all he caught was the faint drip of the faucet, Sophie’s silence a deafening void that only deepened his unease.
"Hey, Soph," Mark said, his voice tentative, almost whiny, as he leaned closer to the door. "You okay? I mean... maybe we could, you know, have some fun? It’s been forever, babe." His tone was hopeful, pleading, but Sophie’s response was immediate, sharp, and vicious, slicing through the door like a razor.
"Mark, I said no. I’m not in the fucking mood, so back off and go to bed!" Her voice dripped with venom, the edge making him flinch, his hand freezing on the doorknob.
He hesitated, then tried again, his voice turning manipulative, a pathetic attempt at gaslighting. "Come on, babe, we haven’t done it in a very long time. You’re always so busy, always off with work. Don’t you miss us? Don’t you miss me?" Sophie’s eyes narrowed to slits, her body still pressed against Devon’s, his fingers now sliding deep inside her pussy, curling slowly, stretching her, hitting that spot that made her vision blur.
She bit her lip harder, her free hand gripping the sink as she fought to keep quiet, her pussy dripping around his fingers. Her voice came again, colder, more brutal, laced with disgust. "Mark, are you fucking serious? How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not interested. Stop trying to guilt me into your bed. Go to sleep, you’ve got a busy day, dk go to bed!" Her words were a brutal slap, unyielding, and Mark’s shoulders slumped, his hand falling from the doorknob, his face burning with rejection.
"Fine, whatever," he muttered, his voice low, defeated, almost a whimper. He shuffled back to the bed, the mattress creaking as he climbed in, pulling the covers over himself, his snores resuming within minutes, oblivious to the inferno raging just beyond the bathroom door.
Inside the bathroom, Sophie’s breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of adrenaline and raw, unfiltered desire as Devon’s hand cupped her chin, tilting her face toward him. His eyes burned with a predatory hunger, a wicked smile curling his lips, his teeth glinting in the dim light. "Good fucking girl," he whispered, his voice a low, approving growl that sent a shiver racing down her spine, her pussy pulsing around his fingers, her juices coating his hand.
He leaned in, kissing her hard, his tongue plunging into her mouth, claiming her with a raw, passionate intensity that made her knees weak.
Sophie embraced him fiercely, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, her body melting into his as their kiss deepened, tongues tangling, lips bruising, the taste of her arousal from their earlier encounter still lingering on his tongue, mixing with the salty heat of his sweat. Her hands roamed his back, nails raking down his skin, leaving red trails as she pressed herself against him, her pussy dripping, soaking the tiles, her clit throbbing as his fingers pumped inside her, slow and deliberate, curling to hit that sweet spot that made her toes curl and her breath catch in her throat.
Devon pulled back, his lips glistening with her saliva, his eyes dark with want, pupils blown wide. "You’re so fucking hot when you tear him apart like that," he growled, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force, spinning her to face the bathroom sink.
He pressed her forward, her hands slamming against the cool porcelain, her reflection in the mirror a vision of pure, unadulterated lust, cheeks flushed a deep pink, blonde hair wild and tangled, hard nipples straining, her pussy glistening between her spread thighs, her juices dripping down her legs, leaving a slick trail on the tiles.
He stood behind her, his cock hard and throbbing, the thick, veiny shaft brushing against her ass, pre-cum smearing on her skin as he leaned in, kissing her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, biting just hard enough to make her gasp, the sharp sting sending a jolt straight to her clit. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, his hands sliding up to cup her heavy breasts, squeezing them roughly, pinching her nipples until they ached, making her arch her back, her pussy clenching with need. "So fucking wet, so ready to be fucked right here, with him just outside."
Sophie’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, her eyes locked on her reflection, the danger of Mark’s presence just beyond the door making her clit pulse, her pussy dripping onto the tiles, the musky scent of her arousal thick in the humid air. Devon’s hand slid down, spreading her thighs wider, his fingers teasing her clit, circling the swollen bud with fast, relentless strokes, then slowing to a torturous pace, making her hips buck against his hand, her juices coating his fingers.
He positioned his cock at her entrance, the thick head sliding through her slick folds, teasing her, rubbing against her clit, not entering yet, making her whimper with desperate need. "Please, Devon, fuck me," she whispered, her voice a raw, pleading rasp, her body trembling as she pushed back against him, her pussy aching to be filled, her clit throbbing under his fingers.
"I want you so so deep inside me, I want your cock... Pleaseeeeee."
He didn’t make her wait long. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, his thick cock stretching her pussy, filling her completely, the sensation so intense she bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hands gripping the sink so tightly her knuckles turned white. He fucked her standing, his thrusts deep and rhythmic, each one driving his cock deep inside her, hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars, her pussy clenching around him, her juices dripping down her thighs, pooling on the tiles.
The mirror reflected their bodies, her full breasts bouncing with every thrust, her face contorted with pleasure, her lips parted, her eyes flicking to the door, the thrill of Mark’s snores driving her wild, her pussy gushing with every slam of his hips.
Devon’s hand slid up, wrapping around her throat with a gentle but firm grip, tilting her head back to kiss her, his tongue plunging into her mouth, tasting her moans as he fucked her harder, the wet, filthy sounds of her pussy filling the small bathroom, her clit throbbing with every thrust, the porcelain sink rattling against the wall.
He pulled out abruptly, making her gasp, her pussy clenching around nothing, aching for him. He spun her again, lifting her effortlessly onto the sink, her legs wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as he entered her again, his cock sliding deep, hitting that spot that made her vision blur, her pussy stretched and filled.
Sophie’s hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, leaving crescent marks as she rocked her hips, meeting his thrusts, her juices coating his cock, dripping down his balls. He fucked her hard, the sink shaking, threatening to crack under the force, her breasts bouncing wildly, her hard nipples grazing his chest with every movement, sending sparks through her body.
She leaned back, her hands bracing against the mirror, fingers smearing the fogged glass, her legs spread wide, giving him full access as he slammed into her, his balls slapping against her ass, her clit pulsing with every thrust. "Fuck, Devon, harder," she whispered, her voice a desperate, filthy plea, her hand slipping down to rub her clit, circling fast, her fingers slick with her juices, pushing herself closer to the edge, the mirror reflecting her wild, wanton expression, her pussy dripping, her body trembling with need.
Devon growled, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wider, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fucked her deeper, his cock throbbing inside her, the thick shaft stretching her pussy, hitting that spot over and over. He pulled out again, not done with her, and guided her to the shower, turning on the warm water with a quick twist, the steam rising in thick curls, filling the small space with a humid haze.
He pressed her against the glass wall, her hands splaying against the slick surface, her ass raised high, her pussy dripping, exposed, and begging for him. He entered her from behind, his cock sliding deep, filling her completely, fucking her with a relentless, punishing rhythm, the water cascading over their bodies, hot and slick, her pussy clenching around him, her juices mixing with the warm spray, running down her legs.
The glass creaked under her hands, her full breasts pressed against it, her hard nipples scraping the cool surface, the sensation overwhelming as he fucked her harder, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back to meet his thrusts, her pussy gushing, her clit throbbing under the water’s relentless flow.
He shifted, grabbing a fistful of her wet hair, pulling her head back gently, his lips finding her ear, whispering, "This body is mine, Sophie," His words sent a jolt through her, her pussy clenching tighter, her body trembling as he fucked her deeper, the wet sounds of their bodies louder now, the shower amplifying every slap, every thrust. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit again, rubbing fast, rough circles, making her hips buck wildly, her pussy dripping, her juices mixing with the water.
Sophie’s moans were barely stifled, her hand clamping over her mouth again, her eyes rolling back as he fucked her relentlessly, the glass shaking, her breasts bouncing, her nipples aching, her pussy stretched and filled, the danger of Mark’s snores just beyond the door pushing her to the edge.
He lifted her again, turning her to face him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he held her up, his strong arms supporting her weight effortlessly. His cock slid back into her pussy, filling her completely, the thick shaft stretching her as he fucked her against the glass, her back pressed against the cool, slick surface, her breasts bouncing wildly, her nails digging into his back, leaving red trails as he slammed into her, his thrusts fast and deep, her pussy clenching tight, her juices dripping down his thighs, mixing with the water.
Sophie’s head tilted back, her mouth open, stifling moans as the water poured over them, the steam thick and heavy, the air suffocating with heat and lust. "I’m gonna cum again," she whispered, her voice a desperate, raw plea, her hand slipping between them to rub her clit, circling fast, her fingers slick with her juices, pushing herself closer to the edge, her pussy pulsing around his cock.
Devon’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath ragged, his hands gripping her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks as he slammed into her, his cock pulsing with need. "Cum for me, Sophie," he growled, his voice raw and commanding, his lips brushing her ear as he fucked her deeper, his balls slapping against her ass, her pussy clenching tight around him, the wet sounds echoing in the shower.
She came hard, her pussy gushing around his cock, her juices mixing with the water, her body shaking violently as she bit her lip to keep quiet, her clit pulsing under her fingers, her thighs trembling uncontrollably, her vision blurring with the intensity.
Devon didn’t stop, his thrusts relentless, driving her through the aftershocks, his cock throbbing inside her as he chased his own release.
He pulled out, spinning her once more, pressing her face-first against the glass, her cheek against the cool surface, her hands splayed wide, her ass raised as he entered her again, his cock sliding deep, fucking her with a brutal intensity, each thrust pushing her forward, her breasts pressed against the glass, her nipples scraping the slick surface, sending jolts through her body.
He reached around, his fingers pinching her clit, rolling it between them, making her gasp, her pussy clenching around his cock, her juices dripping down her legs, pooling on the shower floor. "You’re so fucking tight," he growled, his voice thick with lust, his thrusts growing harder, faster, his cock throbbing inside her, the water amplifying every sound, every sensation.
With a final, deep thrust, he came, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside her, his hot cum filling her pussy, mixing with her juices, dripping down her thighs as he held her tight, his breath ragged against her neck, his hands gripping her hips. Sophie’s body trembled, her pussy clenching around him, milking every last drop, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the water poured over them, the steam curling around their bodies, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Her legs shook, her clit still pulsing, her body buzzing with the afterglow, the intensity of the moment leaving her dizzy.