Wet Desires:{Erotica Collections}

-•MEGAN•-

Christian's tongue pushes into my mouth, tasting of mint mixed with tobacco.

He grabs my waist and drags me tight against him, forcing a gasp from my mouth into his.

After a few seconds, he finally pulls back.

"Your lips taste so fucking amazing," he whispers, his breath warm against my lips.

"What the fuck is wrong with yo-"

Ding-dong!

The doorbell cuts me off.

My husband is home.

"Issac is here," I whisper, my voice shaking. "Stay in here and don't make a sound."

"Okay, ma'am," Christian says, his eyes gleaming.

I push him farther into the bathroom and shut the door.

Then I rush downstairs.

At the front door, I take a deep breath, smooth my hair, and swing it open.

Isaac stands by the door, his face tired, his hair slightly disheveled from work.

"Good evening, darling," I purr.

He looks at me, his eyes widening.

His gaze roams over my body, from the bunny ears down to the see-through leggings. "You look... you look-"

"I look what?" I ask, stepping closer.

"So fucking damn hot," he breathes out.

"Thank you, baby," I say, smiling.

I grab his tie and pull him inside, shutting the door behind us with a kick.

I turn to him, trailing a hand over his chest. "I wore this for you, baby."

Issac smirks and kisses me, his hands roaming roughly over my ass.

I moan into his mouth.

"Mmm, let's take this upstairs," I whisper against his lips.

"Let me take a shower first," he says, pulling back from my lips.

"No, baby," I whine, grinding against him. "I'm so fucking horny right now. I can't wait."

I tug him by the tie, leading him up the stairs to our bedroom.

He follows eagerly, smacking my ass as I lead the way.

"Damn, all this ass for me," he groans.

"Yes, baby," I murmur. "All for you."

At last, we reach our bedroom.

Isaac closes the door without looking back.

As soon as it clicks shut, I press against him, kissing him hungrily.

He pulls back slightly, grinning.

"Let me shower first, Megan. I'm sweaty."

"No, baby," I insist, pushing him back toward the bed. "I want you to fuck me right here. Right now."

My words seem to snap something inside him.

He lifts me effortlessly, setting me on the bed before settling on top of me.

His lips crush against mine, hands roaming over the sheer fabric, cupping and squeezing my breasts.

I feel his hard cock pressing against me through his pants as he grinds into me.

I can't help but moan.

Just as his fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings, I push against his chest.

"Wait," I breathe against his lips.

He pulls back, frowning. "Why? What's wrong?"

"I have a little surprise for you," I say, smiling slyly.

"A surprise? You know I love surprises, especially from you."

"Then get ready," I say, a sly smile curving my lips. "It's the best surprise you'll ever see."

His eyes light up, eager. "Show me, baby."

I push him off me and slide from the bed, taking his hands to lift him to his feet.

Carefully, I lead him to the sturdy wooden chair at the foot of the bed.

"Sit," I instruct.

He grins playfully as he obeys, settling into the chair, eyes hungry and fixed on me.

I can feel the heat of his anticipation as he watches every move I make.

I move to the wardrobe, pulling out four thick ropes before walking back to him.

"What are you planning to do with those?" he asks, eyebrows furrowing.

I lean down, pressing my lips to his in a deep, lingering kiss.

He kisses me back immediately, hungry and eager.

After a few seconds, I pull away, a sly smirk on my lips.

"I want to add a little spice," I whisper. "I'm going to tie you up... and I want you to watch this naughty bunny ride your cock."

A slow smirk spreads across his face. "I never knew you were into role play."

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me."

I crouch and wrap a rope tightly around his right ankle, securing it to the leg of the chair.

I pull it until it digs into his skin, making sure it's as tight as possible. I do the same with his left ankle.

Rising, I move to his wrists, tying his right hand tight to the arm of the chair and knotting it securely, then his left.

I meet his gaze, anticipation burning in his eyes, a wide smile stretching from ear to ear.

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back to whisper in his ear.

"Now, get a taste of your own medicine," I hiss, dragging my tongue in a slow stripe up his neck, letting him feel every inch.

I pull back to study his face.

Confusion flashes across his features, a flicker of unease in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Christian," I call.

Isaac freezes. "Who's Christian?"

The bathroom door swings open.

Christian steps out.

His gaze locks on me as he walks slowly, until he stands directly behind me.

Isaac's head snaps at Christian, eyes widening in sheer terror. "What the fuck? What is he doing here?"

He strains against the ropes, yanking frantically, clearly trying to break free, but they don't budge.

The chair legs scrape harshly against the floor as he struggles.

"Let me go! Loosen these ropes, Megan! What the hell is this stranger doing in our bedroom, seeing you half-naked?!" Issac yells.

I smile sweetly. "This stranger's name is Christian, and I'm the one who invited him. He's going to fuck me right here, right now. Since you thought it was fine to fuck someone else in our bed..." I trail off, stepping back until my back presses against Christian's chest. "I might as well do the same."

Isaac's eyes widened at my words, disbelief etched across his face.

"It was a mistake!" he yells, straining against the ropes. They bite into his skin. "I fucking apologized!"

"Well, I guess your apology wasn't enough."

In an instant, Christian's hands are on me.

His large, warm palms slide over the sheer net of my bra, groping my breasts roughly.

His thumbs circle my nipples, making them hard against the fabric.

I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder.

"Oh, mmhh... fuck..." I moan, lifting my head and locking my gaze on Isaac.

One of Christian's hands slides down from my breasts, gliding over my stomach before resting on my g-string panties, rubbing my pussy through the fabric.

He presses firmly, and I grind back against the hard length of his cock, straining insistently against his pants.

My eyes stay locked on Isaac.

I don't look away.

I watch his face twist with horror and rage as Christian's hands explore my body.

"You like what you see, right?" I pant, feeling Christian push my panties aside, his fingers rubbing against my bare pussy.

"Now watch. Watch another man fuck your wife... right in front of you."