Chapter ２

After carrying me to our bedroom, Darren places me down on the bed. Before I can even finish brushing my hair, he leans in and gives me a kiss. No matter how many times we've shared a kiss, he always gives me the impression that it's the last one. My mind is racing, and I can't wait to get my hands on his underwear so I can release all of these unwanted and taboo desires.

The kissing is interrupted by Darren so that I can put on my sweatshirt. He giggles. "Braceless."

I shook my head and pushed his hand to my thighs as I did so. "No pants"

He then knelt between my legs and kissed my stomach while he was on his knees. "Grace, tell the truth. When you watch these revolting videos, do you point the finger at yourself?

When he kisses my pussy through my leggings, it causes me to let out a sharp intake of breath. "With one hand only."

“Mmm.” He kisses me until his tongue and my lust drench my leggings, and then he pulls away. He slowly pulls my pants down while kissing and licking every exposed area of flesh on my body. "Please fill me in on today's storyline."

Another type of game involves acting out unsavoury situations.

This time around, I will not let him know. I twist his hair into a braid and pull him closer to my clit. Eat my clit, you pigs. Please.”

In spite of this, his eyes are a deep blue color. He exhales on my clit. You're not responding at all. Why?”

I tug at his hair, but he doesn't respond in any way.

" If you could, Darren."

He looks angry. I have a half second to brace myself before he gets up and starts taking his clothes off. Even though I'm responsible for what happened, it still makes me gasp to see him naked. My hand is grabbed, and I am flipped over onto my stomach.

When he puts his legs between mine, it makes me wider, and his weight presses down on my back. Darren is fondling my clitch right now. Before I have a chance to say no, he slides inside of me and kisses the back of my neck. My toes twitch whenever he lets out a breath. Please, Grace, fill me in on the details of the sex tape's storyline.

I'm powerless to resist while he fucks me in a gentle way. When he kisses my neck, I turn into molten lava and lose all ability to think clearly. There should not be any fingers rubbing my clit.

“Mmm.” I can't seem to put my finger on why I didn't compliment him on his good looks. "Double?"

“Yes.” I make an effort to arch back onto his cock while groaning, but he pins me down. I'm completely dependent on him, and he shows no signs of rushing. He presses himself against me while simultaneously massaging my clit with his fingers and moving his hips while I talk. "Husband, wife, and his buddy. "Wife and best friend fuck each other a lot." I clench my fists around the comforter as he leads me deeper and deeper into orgasm. I know I shouldn't keep going, but I just can't. While her friend is in the room, the wife is touched under the talbe by her husband.

His quiet voice reaches my ear. "Do you want me to carry out that activity while my close friend is present in the room?"

"Yes, I do."

I am speechless and at a loss for words.

Perhaps what I really want is for Darren to finger me in the presence of Milo.

"Nope. If he thinks that I'm touching you while he's around, he'll take that as an invitation to do whatever he wants. His voice sinks. .

He just brought up Milo while he is currently inside of me! It's almost as if he slept with somebody else in our bed.

"Stop!"

"No. I'd keep going ." My hips are brought higher, and he spreads my legs apart. Because of the angle, he is able to cock me deeper. You may enjoy him watching.

I hide my face so as to avoid giving a response. My entire being is giving me warning signs that Milo is nearby. "Perhaps I'm generous. Maybe I'll give him permission to touch... A sampling."

His statements irritate me. I come on so strong that I have to yell, and as ecstasy washes over me in waves, every muscle in my body begins to tense up

He pulls me back from the edge of disaster. He flips us over, his cock still in me, and kisses my neck. "That sounds good." I still require facial expression signals after seven years of marriage to tell whether he's serious or kidding. "I like you fucking me. You keep me coming.

“Mmm.” He rubs my tummy, making me wriggle. When he hardens, I groan. He cups my breasts but remains inside me. His distracted, aimless play with my nipples is hotter.

“Darren.” “What?”

"  Your pussy as he watches. Seeing his fingers and tongue in you." "Riding his cock. Yes, please. I'd love it." I can't stop clutching my husband's cock. "What?"

Darren grips my thigh and lifts my leg over his hip. He fucks me softly and thoroughly.

"No," I gasp. "That makes me insane."

"Why?" He massages my clit and nips my shoulder-neck joint.

"Grace, new game." He thrusts deep, and I wantonly gasp. "Milo understands you. Once. I want to watch him consume your pussy, fuck you." His motions and words heighten my desire. "I want to gift-wrap you so he can unwrap you" My body says yes while my head warns danger. Darren doesn't follow me this time. He pulls me out and shoves me on my back, then strokes me hard and deep.

Stopping, Darren looked at me.

"That sounds awful." "I could get away with being his present ."