Married to my Ex-wife's boss

Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

David's manhood nodded pathetically, responding faster than even in his heartbeat.

He cursed under his breath for having little self control.

Was he going to fall victim again? Was he going to let her trample over him one more time, trample over his ego and existence?

But his manhood did not understand that aspect. It went even harder to the embarrassment of his being.

And he was afraid the answer would be yes. That he would let himself be used over and over again as long as he could touch her body, feel her breath on his and himself inside of her.

Just by the naughty look on her face, he felt precum sip out of his cock at the same time shudders travelled round his body.

It was a sweet shudder that he made the few seconds it lasted feel like heaven.

Oh how much I want her. He bit his lips as his eyes grew dizzy. Another bout of shudders found their way again, this time lasting longer.

But to him, it had only taken split seconds to happen. So there was no chance for him to notice that he had become the center of attraction.

His thoughts only went to Roseline.

He quickly looked to her to see if she had noticed anything. But to his horror, she had taken everything in, including his throbbing chest and standing dick.

The white of her eyes had turned cherry red and her brows rose enough to touch her front hairline that were surprisingly close enough to its reach.

Her lips weren't left out in the struggle; they quivered violently, as her nose widened and reduced in size.

Was he done for? He couldn't tell—he didn't want to think of it. Practically, Roseline and he were still strangers and barely had enough connection to make him feel sorry for reacting to his ex-wife; a wife that he had cherished so dearly only the previous day.

But he placed his thoughts in check. He had vowed to serve revenge and this certainly wasn't the way to go about it.

He needed to bond firmly with Roseline, no matter what. Not only for revenge, but for the mission that he had unprofessionally forgotten about.

He cleared his throat. But Roseline was unconvinced. Her stance was the same, set and firmly decided to move in seconds.

She decided to take matters into her own hands.

“Sandra!” Her voice boomed. “Stop whatever you're doing now!!! Or else….”

“David, dear,” Sandra cut in softly, her transition perfect and of the highest smoothness.

“Do you really want me to pull everything for Dustan and the guard to see?” A voice so unlike hers sang the tune only the bedroom understood. A tone that did David dirty, like drugs.

He had only heard that dreamy, tired tone only when she was in the mood for sex. It made him dizzy. It made him see colors. It made him want to die.

Everywhere was blurry and intense with the heat of her skin.

He could hear her fluttering heartbeat, singing a welcoming song to him. He would be mad not to want her, not to let her get to him.

The fuck! He would willingly give himself away as a sacrifice if she only touched his dick.

His tongue grew heavy, saliva doubling its quantity in his mouth.

He could feel shivers run down his spine down to his feet, tickling his sole. His ear shook with goosebumps of want as he watched her perform her magic.

Her movement slowed. So did his eyes. It took in everything in slow motion, her red, plush lips, smooth skin and milky neck. It sparkled.

He wanted all of them on his own. He yearned for the feel of her skin in his, for his lips on hers. For her waist to grind hard on his dick.

He wanted to lick her clitoris, suck it, and tongue-fuck her till she screamed his name loudly.

His wants grew into an urgent need. It seemed steam rose from his brain—or was it from his entire body? He could tell.

He couldn't tell the extra feelings that he felt. He could only tell as much. The ones that made him want to collapse and die with need.

Like her standing breasts.

He wanted to very much feel the tip of her nipples on his skin, its sharp softness piercing his hard chest. The chest that had beat, for the past three years for her and her alone.

He couldn't imagine wanting anything else. He couldn't imagine needing anything in the whole world if he got her.

He could only imagine how soft it would feel in his calloused palms; how much moan of pleasure would escape her oval lips.

The gentle movement of her arms tickled his dick and it kicked furiously, tired of being played upon, tired of being left hanging like an inanimate object.

“Your wish is my command, dear. Whatever you want,” she went on, her voice sounding like heaven, soft and tender like silk, the ripple of her lust bubbling only beneath her stomach waiting to show itself—at least that's what he thought.

What could he do but fall? How could he control himself?—No. That barely crossed his dazed mind.

Her naked breast was what could satisfy him at the moment. Then other things were simply going to complete themselves.

Only if he could touch her; feel her heartbeat, merged together like a simmering pot of concoction. He would be fine, he would regain consciousness.

It did not matter that she would have to win yet again, putting him under her sole, firm and nicely invisible.

What he wanted would be gotten anyhow possible.

He stood, the chair pushing backwards against his medium-sized frame, sending its sound to people around.

But Roseline beat him to it, moving swiftly and prancy, getting to Sandra's side within a blink.

David immediately expected the worst. However, he still fell backwards into his seat, mouth agape and eyes popping out of their sockets as Roseline's swift action took even the air he breathed, unawares.