Taking Control (2 page)

“Bruce, what are?”

Cutting her off, he covered her mouth with his hand.

“Did I tell you to speak?” His voice was harsh and
rough.

He jerked the gown from her body roughly as she tried
to turn but couldn't.
 
He held her in
place with one hand while the other squeezed her breast harshly. She should
hate this, the roughness, the slight pain, the submission he was demanding, but
Melissa’s body responded in ways she didn’t think possible.

Bruce was going to fuck her in the kitchen. A sizzle
of excitement erupted. Melissa didn’t understand it. She loved his demanding
presence, the slight pain from his attention to her breasts driving her crazy,
and better yet, her cunt clenched tightly forcing her to clamp her legs
together. Her pussy was begging for his cock to drive into her and her clit
pulsed.

She couldn’t stop a scream of frustration escaping her
lips.

Melissa panted and squirmed, her body so alive and
humming with arousal she’d

do
anything for release.

“Bruce,” she gasped as he lightly stroked between her
pussy lips, “I-I need.” She stopped when he fingered her clit, hoping he
wouldn’t make her say what she needed. She didn't want to beg for it.

“I know what you need, baby, but I won’t give you
anything until you ask really nicely.” He moved her legs further apart, pushing
on her shoulders until she bent over the counter, her nipples grazing the surface.

He stopped thrusting against her backside and gave her
a moment to realize he wouldn’t do anything until she asked. His fingers ran
lightly over her whole body, touching her but not enough to satisfy her.

****

Melissa shook and shrieked and gasped as every second
passed,
her need to feel Bruce inside her turning into
desperation. Her legs were like jelly, her clit red and swollen and her pussy
leaked cream.
 
But still he wouldn’t
touch her. Sweat clung to her forehead, her lips bruised from her biting as she
tried to contain her pleas. There was no way she could tell him what she
wanted.

He pulled her pussy lips apart exposing her but still
not enough. He kept teasing her until she couldn't stand it anymore and angrily
she screamed, “Just fuck me, Bruce! I need to come.” She thrust her ass back
against him, encouraging him.

He held her in place, lightly tapping her butt cheek.

Melissa didn’t know what to do as he went to his knees
on the floor. Melissa was about to ask him as his lips brushed the inside of
her thigh, slowly travelling up between her legs, each movement leaving her
shaking with anticipation until he finally took her clit between his lips and
sucked, causing her to rise up on her toes, groaning, rubbing her clit against
his lips. It felt so good she pushed herself down on him, making him take all
of her. When he grasped her hips pulling her away, she moaned in frustration.

“Bruce...please...
please
...please,”
she moaned, wanting to be fucked, not caring how she begged. “Fuck me, Bruce.”

Bruce pushed Melissa down across the counter, opening
her legs wide with his foot between her legs.

“You want my cock?” he growled.

Melissa
nodded,
screaming her
pleasure as Bruce thrust his cock all the way into her dripping cunt from
behind, circling her clit with his fingers before bringing them to her lips.
“Taste your cum, sweetheart. Taste your sweetness.”

She took his finger, groaning and Melissa pushed back
onto his cock
as her taste exploded in her mouth, her mind and body out of
control. Never tasting her juices before, she wanted more, Melissa wanted to
taste him.
This was completely new to her.
 

She’d never sucked his cock before. Married for five
years, she'd never sucked her husband’s cock.
 
Suddenly Melissa wanted to change that. Melissa wanted to do everything.
She moaned, her pussy convulsing at the thought of his taste, the way he would
feel in her mouth.

“You’re so wet and so fucking tight, I could fuck you
for hours. My cock’s so hard for your soaking cunt.” Bruce
fucked
her harder and deeper as she
ground back against him, sucking his cock
into her pussy.

“That’s it sweetheart, fuck my cock. Fuck me harder.
I’m
gonna
come so hard and deep in your pussy.” His
wicked words turning her on, he grasped her hand and pushed it between her
thighs. “Play with yourself, make yourself cum around my cock,” he told her.
She hesitated and he stopped. “Play with yourself or I leave you here.”

Melissa
gasped at his order. Bruce
would leave her alone and unsatisfied? Her fingers
began to
circle her engorged, slick clit. She caressed herself the way Bruce had shown
her on their wedding night, screaming with each flicker.

“That’s it, feel it pulse.” Thrusting his cock inside,
feeling her inner
walls
 
pulse
, her juices soaked his cock. Her body covered in
perspiration, she panted, her fingers working faster and faster to bring
herself to climax. Bruce has one hand on her hip pulling her back onto his cock
while his other hand squeezed her nipples, rolling each between his fingers in
turn. “After I cum inside your sweet pussy, I want you to suck my cock. You
want that sweetheart? My
cock in your mouth, making you take
me between your lips until I come in your mouth?” He felt her release around
his cock, her scream echoing round the room, sweet music to his ears. Bruce
took her hips, ramming into her, not holding back as he fucked her hard and
fast, never stopping. When felt his cum getting ready to erupt, his hands
tightened on her hips. His grip hard, Melissa wondered if he'd leave bruises, but
she held on as his thrusts became faster and deeper and moments later his growl
announced his release inside her channel.

Melissa orgasm exploded through her, intense, all consuming.
She’d

never
felt anything like it, so much pleasure at once bordering
on pain. Not a bad pain but a pain she needed, a pain she wanted.

“You like that, baby? Did you like me fucking you? You
like it up against the counter, in front of the window?” He growled against her
neck, his cock still hard inside her. “Anyone could see you. You know that
Melissa? Any man could have walked by and saw me fucking you, making you
scream.”

Melissa moaned, her pussy pulsing, wanting more. She’d
just
climaxed but she wanted it again.

“What are you doing to me, Bruce?” she whispered.

“I’m fucking my wife.
Taking control
of her desires.
You think I couldn’t tell you faked your orgasm last
night?” He held her still when she tried to turn and face him. Melissa didn’t
want him to think she didn’t love him. She did. She loved him with all her
heart. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not mad. But last night made me realize
something. You’re ready for me.
 
You're
ready to explore that little temptress inside that's been begging to come out
to me.” He lowered his voice close to her ear. “You want everything.
 
I’ve been waiting to fucking give it to you.
Give me her, Melissa. Give me the temptress and you’ll never regret it.” He
stroked her clit, causing her to moan.

“Y-yes,” she yelled at the top of her lungs, her body
so alive,
her
senses so attuned. “Yes Bruce, I want
it, I want everything you can fucking give me,” she screamed, repeating his
words.

He pulled out, swinging her abruptly to face him.

“That’s good because I want you on your knees sucking
my cock.” He shoved her to her knees.

Melissa didn’t think it was possible but her pussy
wept as he pushed her to the floor. She loved every minute of being commanded
by him. His cock perfectly level with her lips, she looked at her husband’s
huge, thick cock glistening with their juices.
Wanting to taste them
both together, her cum and his combined, she opened her mouth and licked along
his hard shaft, moaning.

They tasted exquisite.

Bruce let out a moan, his dick jerking as she licked,
nipped and sucked. She never took him completely with her mouth, teasing and
tormenting him until finally he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head
back. When she gasped, he took advantage of her open mouth, took hold of his
cock and fed it to her. From the simple contact of his dick in her mouth, her
pussy
responded, creaming with the force, the dominance, the control he took, almost
driving her over the edge again.

“That’s it, baby, take it all.”

It was such an erotic experience and she loved that they
could be caught by anyone as they performed in front of the kitchen window.
Melissa
moaned, thinking about someone, a stranger maybe, peeking
in,
watching her suck her husband. The thought alone left Melissa
whimpering for more. What would they think if they saw her naked and Bruce
fully clothed apart from his pants, which lay around his ankles? The image left
her quivering with need.

“That’s it, baby, suck it hard,” he growled,
encouraging her with his words.

Her pussy pulsed with every word he spoke, the faked
orgasm from the night before forgotten in the heat of the moment.
Her
body shook, quivered and pulsed with pent up
desire. She’d never
tried this without a push and now she wanted it all. She wanted to taste him on
her tongue to take everything he had to offer and more. Melissa wanted to give
Bruce everything he desired. She wanted to feel his cum shooting down her
throat, so naughty and wicked.

“
Ahh
, that’s it, I’m
gonna
cum sweetheart. Do you want that? You’re going to
swallow
my cum
?” He asked her.

Melissa nodded, moaning around his cock. She wanted
it,
she wanted everything he had to offer. With one final
thrust the surge of his cock in her mouth
pulsed releasing a load
of
cum shooting to the back of her throat.
 
She could do little more than swallow every delicious drop.

“Good girl.” Bruce
stroked her
head, his voice husky and satisfied. Melissa could see the pleasure in his
eyes.

She rubbed her face against his smooth thigh, sighing
in contentment. Happy and pleased, she’d given her husband pleasure.
 

“Well, well, well. That was definitely one of the best
ways to start the morning,” a deep voice interrupted the moment.

Melissa gasped and flew to her feet, snatching her
wrap from the floor and burying herself inside it. Heat suffused her cheeks and
her whole body trembled. Although she wanted it, Melissa was embarrassed at
being caught. Embarrassed, yet turned on at the thought Chris, her husband’s
best friend, had seen and watched what they were doing.

Had he enjoyed what he’d seen?

Completely confused and embarrassed about her thoughts,
she left the room as fast as she could. She couldn’t deal with this, not yet.

****

Bruce turned to his friend with a smile on his face.
“You ever heard of knocking?” he asked as he put his cock back into his pants,
zipping them up in the process.

“I never expected to see you and Melissa doing the
dirty in the kitchen,” Chris said.
 

“Last night was the last straw.” He filled the pot
with more coffee so there was plenty for his friend, knowing Melissa would try
and stay in their bedroom for as long as possible. “She faked it last night,”
Bruce admitted.

“I thought you said she didn’t like to blow you?”
Chris said. Bruce knew what Chris meant.
 
Bruce could only imagine the sight Chris met as he walked into their
usually placid home. Melissa was always calm and conservative. Bruce would have
loved to have seen her completely lost, to see Melissa so taken, so fuelled
with passion.

Deep down Melissa was a sensual woman, Bruce knew that
but sadly, Melissa didn’t. Bruce acknowledged that for once, Chris and his
advice seemed to have come in handy.

“Until this morning I gave her a choice. Today there
was no choice. I told her to suck me and she loved it.” With the memory of her
lips wrapped around his cock still clear in his mind, his cock began to stir in
his pants. His wife could definitely suck
cock,
her
little biting and nibbling a big turn on. He looked forward to changing the
innocence within her. He filled two cups and moved to the table, sitting
opposite Chris.

“I think it worked.
 
You were both completely gone.”
 

“How long were you watching?” Bruce asked with a
knowing smile. Chris loved to watch.

“You were up against the counter when I first came
in,” Chris replied. Bruce knew what his friend saw. Melissa exposed, her pussy
lips creamy, flushed,
begging
for her husband’s cock.
Instead of sitting talking to Chris, Bruce wanted to be sinking into her tight
channel again.
 
Was Chris feeling the
same way?