Chapter 333: Fk*ng her while he is on call with her Husband
The room was quiet except for the soft, wet sounds of my fingers moving between Lara’s legs. She sat with her back against the headboard, legs spread wide open for me. I was kneeling in front of her, slowly sliding two fingers in and out of her soaked pussy while my thumb gently rubbed her clit.
"Ahm..." Lara gasped, quickly pressing one hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. Her eyes fluttered, cheeks turning a deep shade of red.
"Y-Yeah... I am still at Amaya’s place," she said into the phone, trying her best to sound normal. She cleared her throat. "You know how stubborn she is, right?"
I didn’t stop. Instead, I curled my fingers inside her, stroking that sensitive spot a little faster. Her hips twitched and she bit her lip hard.
"Yep, exactly... and she is asking me to stay the night now," she continued, her voice starting to waver.
I pulled her back against the bed and lay myself in between her legs. I leaned forward, replacing my thumb with my tongue. I licked her slowly — long, wet strokes from bottom to top — then circled her clit with the tip of my tongue.
"Ahmm... Yeah... I also ate dinner," she said, her free hand coming down to brush through my hair. Her fingers tightened in my strands when I sucked gently on her clit. "It was delicious as fuck."
"Damn, I wonder what you ate..." her husband’s voice came through the phone, sounding relaxed.
Lara let out a shaky little laugh.
"Haha... that’s a secret," she replied, her voice turning breathy and sultry as she looked down at me with heavy eyes. "But surely that was the juiciest meat I ever had."
She gasped softly as I pushed my tongue inside her, licking deep while my fingers kept stroking. Her thighs trembled around my head.
"Yeah... it was really good," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I’ll tell you more when I get home tomorrow... No, no, everything’s fine here... Don’t worry about me."
Her hand gripped my hair tighter, pulling me closer as her hips started rocking against my face. She was getting wetter, breathing faster, but she kept talking.
"And Amaya also made this really nice pasta... yeah... super tasty," she lied smoothly, even as her legs started shaking.
I sucked harder on her clit, flicking my tongue fast. Lara’s eyes rolled back for a second and she had to bite her lip again to stop herself from moaning out loud.
Her husband said something else on the line. She nodded even though he couldn’t see her.
The room was filled with quiet tension. Lara was still on the phone with her husband, trying her best to sound normal while I knelt between her legs. My tongue and lips had been working her pussy, sliding in and out slowly, but the heat between us was rising fast.
She suddenly twirled her legs around my head, thighs squeezing tight as a strong wave of pleasure hit her. I exhaled sharply and pulled back, my dick already getting hard again from the situation.
"You don’t wait up for me, okay? And sleep..." she said to her husband, her voice a little shaky.
I didn’t wait any longer. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down the bed, laying her flat on her back. Her head hit the pillow as I moved over her.
"Argh bitch! I want to fuck you so bad right now," I whispered in a slow, low tone that only she could hear.
Her eyes met mine with dark, excited, and a little surprised. She spread her legs wider and used two fingers to open her pussy, showing me how wet she was. A curvy, naughty smile appeared on her lips.
"Argh fuck!" I groaned.
I lined up and pushed my dick inside her again in one smooth thrust. She was so wet that I slid in easily.
"Ahmm... ow!" Her body jerked instantly, back arching off the bed as I filled her. Eyes fluttering as her walls stretched around my thickness. She was still so wet and warm from before slick heat gripping me tightly.
I didn’t wait. I started thrusting my hips steady and deep, fucking her while she was still on the call. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I started thrusting inside her pussy, steady strokes that made her whole body jerk upward with every push. Her tits bounced beautifully, soft and heavy, nipples drawing little circles in the air.
"Yeah... yeah, I am all fine, don’t worry," she said into the phone, trying to keep her voice steady. "Just... Amaya’s cat jumped so I got scared." she said into the phone, trying desperately to sound normal. Her voice wavered
I held her thighs open and started banging her pussy harder. Her body jerked up and down with every thrust, her big tits bouncing wildly. She stayed on the call with her husband while getting fucked from below.
*Creak... creak...*
The bed creaked louder as I kept going, hips snapping forward again and again.
"Yes... I love you a lot... ahm..." she said to her husband, a soft moan slipping out at the end.
I leaned down closer, still thrusting deep and steady, and whispered right against her ear so only she could hear:
"Tell him you love him while my dick is inside you." I asked her, slapping one her bouncing tits.
Her eyes widened, but she bit her lip and smiled. Her free hand grabbed my shoulder, nails digging in as I kept fucking her.
"Tell him bitch! Or I’ll fuck you even more harder now. Say it while my cock is buried deep inside you," I whispered, voice low and rough.
Her pussy clenched hard around me at my words. She bit her lip, eyes squeezing shut for a second before she forced them open again.
"Yes... I love you so much, honey..." she managed to say, but a tiny moan slipped out at the end.
Her husband chuckled on the other end of the line, the sound warm and unsuspecting. "Why are you saying that you love me all of a sudden? Is everything okay?"
Lara’s voice was soft and honeyed, laced with just the right amount of breathy affection. "Because I truly love you," she murmured into the phone, her lips curving into a wicked little smirk that her husband couldn’t see. "I was missing you, that’s why."
At that exact moment, I drove into her pussy with a deep, powerful thrust. Lara’s back arched sharply off the bed, her free hand clawing at the sheets as her body jerked hard against mine.
"Ahhm..." A tiny, involuntary gasp escaped her lips before she could swallow it down.
I didn’t slow down. Instead, I gripped her hips tighter and increased my pace, each stroke long and relentless, burying myself to the hilt inside her slick heat. Her walls clenched around me rhythmically, betraying just how much she was enjoying this dangerous game.
She bit her lower lip, eyes fluttering half-closed with pleasure, yet somehow managed to keep her voice steady for her husband.
