His Second Wife by Favor V April

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.

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

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

that I was going to learn how to suck a cock? Not

“None of your business!”

Hell! I merely

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.

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

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.

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

God!” I