Chapter 45: Chapter 45

PYKE

“Oh, my God, Love. Dream guy is like a prince charming who doesn’t exist. Stop being a brat. Let’s get some sleep.” She drops her robe, leaving only her black lacy nighties with a lacy black thong.

My cock thickens, hardens, twitches under the towel I’m still wearing. I loosen the towel, dropping it to the floor.

“Uh-uh, not yet, husband.” Camila shakes her finger at me.

“What do you mean?”

“Give me my book back.”

“Babe,” I warn.

“Then you can’t sleep beside me.”

“This is supposed to be our second honeymoon, Babe, not you reading that damn trash.”

Her brow cocks. Now, I can see the mischievous in the smile on her lips. “Come here, husband.” Gesturing her finger seductively. I crawl on the bed and position myself on top of her.

She moves her face to the side, avoiding my lips. “Not yet. Let’s play a little game.”

“I don’t like games, Camila, since that bet. I want to make love to you and fuck you tonight.”

“You’re such a crude. Listen, Love. I want to read, but since you won’t allow me, let’s have a little game based on that book.”

I groan. “You can read that after I fuck you.”

“Nope, I’m the boss tonight, you want to fuck me my way or you won’t fuck me at all.”

I stare at her for seconds, she’s serious as fuck. I groan defeated. “Fine. How does that stupid game of yours work?”

She grins. “Okay, who wants to read first?”

“Reading? Fuck me! I don’t want to read that trash!”

“That’s mean. This is not trash. The author worked hard to make this worth reading. This may be a work of fiction, but don’t you know authors—”

“Okay, okay, fine!” I sit down on the bed naked. I see her eyeing my semi-hard cock. “Like what you see?”

“Ugh! Read first. Open the book without looking, then read the page aloud while I’m putting it into action.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “So, uh— wife, you want a role-play based on the book, huh? Don’t you have an erotic romance with you? I wonder where did you get this idea.” Romance book has a sex scene in the first few chapters if they meet at the club or party, in the middle when the main characters connect each other, and of course before the ending.

“Okay, let me read first.” She takes the book in my hand.

I watch her hands open the page in the first quarter of the book.

“I’ll read, you do.”

I nod. “Okay.” I pray mentally, hoping it’s the intense bed scene. I will send a thank you letter to the author.

“Okay, here you go.”

I roll my eyes because the scene that I should do makes me look like an idiot. The female main character is an English professor at the University. This book is written from the first-person point of view.

“Happy?” I mimic as she read the teacher’s dialogue while I’m standing naked in front of her. She looks down at my cock a few times with a wicked smile on her lips.

“Yes, now, it’s your turn, Love.” She gives me back the book.

I open the book while smirking at her. “There you go, wife.” I glance down, my eyes land on the first paragraph.

“Fuck!”

Since she chooses the page, it lands on the scene that the professor is shaving her legs for her date. She wants me to take a razor and do it in front of her—not just by mimicking while she’s reading.

Camila shoots me a glare when I refuse to do the next role-play. We’re playing for already thirty-minutes and I’m getting bored. I’d rather watch Xfinity series if she doesn’t want to sleep with me.

“Come on, Pyke. Go and take a razor if you want to continue playing this game,” Camila coos.

“You know from the start I’m not in favor of your game, Babe.”

“Don’t harsh my mellow now, Love. You don’t want me to read and neither to play a game with me.” Camila pouts, then slips herself inside the blanket silently.

“Babe, I don’t want to shave my legs, can you choose another page? Promise, I’ll do it next time,” I whisper, rubbing her legs against the blanket.

“You’re always unfair. I’m not in a mood anymore, Pyke.” She turns to her side, tucking her hands under her face and mutters night.

Shit! She’s not seriously going to sleep while I’m already naked, is she?

I blow a heavy breath. “Fine, I’ll go bring that fucking razor and shave my leg, happy?” I say firmly, causing her to turn her head to my side, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yes!” She sits on the bed instantly, tucking her hair under her ear.

“You’re such a baby,” I mutter. Of course, she is. I can’t let her go to sleep angry, that’s what I’m here for—to make her happy even if I look like an idiot in front of her.

I walk into the bathroom, opening the cabinet, and take a new razor. I get back to her already sitting straight on the bed. I can even see her black lace thong peeking through her Indian style seat.

My cock goes half-mast. “Read those lines before I change my mind and tie your wrists above your head instead.”

She opens the book again in one quick motion and starts reading.

I position myself, raising my right foot to the edge of the bed. I start running the blade on my leg. I groan inwardly. It’s easy since I go to a spa to wax on a regular basis because Camila doesn’t like my hairy legs lately.

“I think that’s enough, Love,” she says, smiling at me with satisfaction.

I grab the book she offers. I pray inwardly hoping this would be the page I want so that we will end this little game she puts me in.

“No peeking,” she complains.

“I’m not peeking. Like I even read this book before.” Rolling my eyes, I open the book.

“Shit!”

She laughs out loud. “What should I do?” she asks me with excitement.

My lips spread into a full grin and wink. “Get down on your knees, Babe,” I command, standing straight beside the bed and face her.

“No! Let me see.” She grabs the book from my hand. Her eyes slightly widen, then squint, and look up at me. “I think you’re cheating.”

“How am I cheating? I open the book right in front of you like how you did. I shaved my legs because that was what the page you opened. Now, get on your knees and play fair. This is your game anyway, I’m just following rules.”

She just pouts and doesn’t move.

“See, now who’s cheating?” I throw the book on the bed dramatically. I know her and she can’t stand me getting angry with her for long. I walk to the closet, opening it, and grab my sweatpants.

“What are you doing?”She asks, slightly alarm. I try holding my grin because I know it’s working.

“I don’t wanna play your game, Camila. You’re unfair.” Before I can wear my sweatpants she already grabs it from me.

She places the book back to my hand and gets on her knees. “Read it loud.”

I chuckle at her bossiness and I love it when she does that. My lips curved up in amusement. “Sure, Babe.” I clear my throat and start to imagine that I’m the asshole student.

“On your knees, Professor Amelia,” I commanded with pure dominance.

Little professor’s dark eyes widened in surprise but did what I said. She bent her knees on the black plush carpet in my living room. This was what I exactly imagine—her taking my thick cock into her mouth as I pumped until it reached her throat, teary-eyed, trying herself not to gag. She raised her trembling hand tentatively to my cock. I groaned when her cold hand touched my warm skin.

Camila grabs my cock while looking up at me. Her lips smirk with cruel anticipation. I continue reading. I really should send a bouquet of flowers and thank you card to this author.

My little professor finally gripped the base of my cock, stroking it slowly. I clenched my teeth as I watched her face moving closer to my cock.

“Look at me, Amelia. Lick my pre-cum clean.” I commanded. “Look at what you did to me.”

Amelia did willingly. My hands fisted at my side trying not to close my eyes when the sensation intensified, making my cock jerked in her tongue.

“Open your sweet little mouth and take me all in.” my voice deepened with pure lust.

Camila takes me all in, making head throws back, and loses my concentration on the book I’m reading. Her mouth is suddenly gone.

“Love, you didn’t read to throw your head back.” She smiles, clearly amused, and having fun torturing me.

“Sorry, your mouth just feels good.”

Her soft red lips sealed my cock perfectly—just like I’ve always imagined when I jerked off in the shower. But her real mouth felt much better on me at this moment. I’ve received deepthroating, but nothing compared to these feelings when my little professor was on her knees, sucking my cock beautifully.

I noticed her choke, eyes watered, trying hard not to gag. Gorgeous.

“Babe, you okay?” I ask, realizing what I read. My jaw is already clenching. She grips my ass as an answer.

I started thrusting my cock…

I do as I read. Fuck me. I can’t concentrate.

Christ! She’s killing me. We’ve done this several times, but this game she puts me into is definitely turning us both on. I can’t believe my beautiful wife has this playful side of her, which I love it. It’s making our sex life more amazing and full of excitement than we already have.

Amelia embraced the rhythm, breathing through her nose every time I thrust into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the crown of my cock.

“Fuck! That’s it little Amelia... That’s so good...”

“Fuck, Babe. I’m gonna come!” I announce. I meet Camila’s glassy lustful eyes. I badly want to crush my mouth into hers. Fuck me if this isn’t hot. All my thoughts scatter.

I grabbed a handful of her hair, squeezing my eyes and groaned as the savage of ecstasy forming and ready to explode. I fucked her mouth harder until her chin almost touched my balls.

“S-sorry, B-babe,” I say between panting. All she does is squeezing my ass.

I opened my eyes and met her blazing eyes as I pumped into her mouth spurting my seeds into her throat.

I see Camila swallows every last drop of my come, licking me clean.

“Fuck!” The book drops to the floor with a thud. My breathing is still heavy. “That was hot!”

She grins at me, looking amused and satisfied.

“We’re not done, woman.” I grab her arm to stand. In a quick motion, I rip her little nighties that have been bothering me all night and her thong follows next to the floor.

“Don’t complain. I’ll buy you a dozen. I want to fuck you hard as your punishment.”

“Hey! That’s not part of the game,” she disagrees, laughing.

“You lose, but I don’t fucking care.” I kiss her hungrily and furiously, shoving my tongue into her mouth in one swift move. She moans, gripping my arms as I suck her tongue, tasting myself in her.

I grab her ass, instantly, she wraps her legs around my waist, snakes her arms around my neck. In one quick move, I press her against the door, position my now hard as rock cock again and pushes into her warm, wet, and ready pussy.

“Jesus. Can’t I ever get enough of you? But I don’t want to. I’ll die a happy man, Camila Leigh.” I kiss her lips in every thrust I do into her. Her fingers dig into my scalp—the pain jolts into my cock, giving me more urge to be buried deeper than I already am.

I love this woman so much—so much that my life depends on her. I love every inch of her, I love everything about her. And I never thought a single slap could change my life forever.

Camila is my love.

I’m hers. Thrust.

My body. Thrust.

My mind. Thrust.

My soul. Thrust.

My heart. Thrust.

My happiness. Thrust.

And my whole being. One final thrust.

“I love you, Camila.”

“I love you, Pyke Hughes.”

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“Morning, Daddy Pyke!”

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The End