His Second Wife

Chapter 61

~Camila’s POV~

I stood there and watched as the water cascaded down his back. Damn it! He began washing his massive chest. He then stood there as the shower water rinsed him off, staring at my tomato face, while he wore a dreamy smile on his face. In his glorious nudity, he walked up to me and drew me to the streaming water.

“Shower.” He mumbled something, and I was still staring at his crotch. That was the same cock with which I used to mock him. The same massive cock I called ‘small’ now. Well, now I’m swooning because of it. In an attempt to ignore the fact that I was showering with an Apollo, I put on a brave face. When I was done showering, I looked up, he was looking at me with his eyes wide open. He backed me up against the shower glass without warning and crushed his lips with mine, seizing my breast and kissing me forcefully. The movement of his massive hands towards my waist made me bend a little.

As his mouth explored my mouth, his hands were doing their own exploring. He grabbed my breasts avidly with his massive toned hands as he moved from my waist to my breasts again. He crushed his rock-hard body against my own frail form, which felt like a crushing blow. His cock was twitching against my stomach. I knew right then and there that I wanted him to take me. Though I knew this time it was going to be more of a punishment. He pulled away, chuckling, and took a step back. His hand flew up to his chin in a frantic motion. Then he began to speak. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“Why were you always going to a swinging club?” This question, why now?

That question made me completely forget that I was still fighting to catch my breath. I dragged my eyes to meet his. The man didn’t even bat an eyelid. Instead, he raised his brows, his palm still resting on his chin, as if thinking about something. “Hmm?” He made a humming sound, and I was freaked out and remained frozen in one place.

How was I going to explain to my husband that I was going to learn how to suck a cock? Not going to happen!

“None of your business!”

Holy! Hell! I merely exacerbated the situation.

My tongue slipped. I swear it slipped. Why did I have a sharp tongue? He slowly walked up to me with all his glory and… Heck! My eyes were deceiving me. I dragged my gaze to his hand, which was stroking his… Dick. I knew he was going to punish me with that very same dick. Did I want to be punished? Hell, I did.

“None of my business, huh? You see, Camila, your business is my business. That is something that you should grasp as quickly as possible.” He spoke in a rich, husky tone. I knew I was in trouble as soon as I forced my gaze away from his lustful gaze. He clasped both of his hands around my face and kissed me, parting my lips and seizing my tongue. I melted in the warmth of his kiss. My heart practically skipped a beat when he forced me up against the shower glass. He yanked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and pinning me against the shower glass. He maintained his gaze on me.

“I’m going to teach you how to communicate effectively with your husband, Camila Grayston.” He gave me a lazy smirk, “You, Mrs. Grayston, I will teach you how a wife responds to her husband. I’m not kind Princess.”

He released his cock and sank into me while still holding my waist. I came close to leaping. I was trapped; I had nowhere to go. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and moaned as he sank his massive cock into my flesh. He blasted warm air into the back of my neck. I almost yelled, knowing full well that once he began sucking that region, I would lose all sanity. As expected, Chris began sucking on the back of my neck, and then he sank his huge, delicious cock into my sex even further.

“Oh my God!” I began to tremble.

I was getting close; I could feel a surge of pleasure building in my stomach. Chris released me just as I was about to reach my peak and turned me. My face was jammed against the glass of the shower. I’m not sure what he wanted to do with me, but I was enraged at the time since I didn’t reach my climax. He spanked my twins so hard at the same time, and I screamed. He started rubbing against my fold and then sank his cock deep into me from behind. I let out a shriek of pain.

I am certain that Mary heard me this time. I couldn’t care less because this position was agonizing. With his hands around my waist, he started fucking me so violently that I forgot I wasn’t the only one home. With one backward tilt of my head, I was snatched by one of his hands, which curled around my throat and yanked my head into an aggressive kiss. His balls were slapping against my creases, and his crotch was investigating every inch of my already swollen cunt. He swung his hips back and forth, invading my personal space in the most delightful way conceivable.

“You need to know how to talk to me, Princess.” He said while he was still thrusting his cock deep inside me, hitting the right places, while I felt both pleasure and pain at the same time.

“I-um, I” I wanted to say something, but then he cut me off.

“When people stutter, they want to lie. You want to lie to me, Princess.” He asked as he threw one forceful thrust that made me leap up a bit, but I couldn’t do much as I was still under his grasp. Under his control.