His Second Wife

Chapter 57

~Christopher’s POV~

I lowered myself from the counter and drew her to the counter’s edge. I took a step back and soaked in all of her glory. She was the epitome of perfection, and she is my wife. I drank the wine straight from the bottle. Fuck! This wine was failing to deliver on my expectations.

“Camille,” I called out to her.

She remained silent. She only drew her gaze to mine and gazed at me hesitantly. This left me wondering when Camille had turned into such a reserved individual. “Do you have anything strong? She nodded and pointed in the direction of the place where she stored it, and I noticed a collection in that spot. When I spotted my poison Dalmore Decades, I couldn’t help but chuckle. I grabbed the bottle, fully aware that she had purchased it for me. When? I’m not interested in knowing, she knows me very well and she had faith in us, and I will give her that faith as well. And I’ll make sure she remembers that I’m still her husband, even though I won’t openly tell her. She knows I can’t sleep with her and if I ever cross the line today, there must be something she’s missing. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Once again, I parted her legs and stood in the space between them as her thighs gripped around my hip once more. I took a sip of my poison and fixed my gaze on the girl who had entered my life and completely changed the game. She was my drug, or more precisely, another poison. As I took another swig of the drink, I elevated the bottle, and the heat of the drink burnt down the back of my throat to the tip of my dick, and as I lowered the bottle, my beautiful wife wasn’t staring at the bottle; she was staring at my throat as I drank down the drink, my adam’s apple as they bob to be precise, then back to my mouth with her lips parted slightly.

I was well aware that she intended to drink from it and drink me as well. I drained another gulp of the liquor, set the bottle aside, and tipped her head up with my hands, cupping the side of her face. She shivered slightly as my palms touched her face. I dropped my head and kissed her lips, completely disregarding prudence at the time. I clenched my grasp on her face and pressed my lips into hers,

tugging at her bottom lips as she moaned loudly. I could feel her thighs clenching on the side of my hips as she began to shudder against me. I released her and took a gulp of my poison with one hand while continuing to cup her left cheek.

“You are so fucking perfect, Mrs. Grayston, and I love you so much.” Her eyes popped wide, and she angled her head in my direction. I don’t have time to explain what I am doing, but I intend on calling her Mrs. Grayston till it sinks in that she’s still mine. I jerked her face forward and decided to take another deep kiss from her mouth. I pressed my lips on hers and slightly tightened my grip on her throat, bringing her face towards mine, and felt her swelling tits press against my vest as I intensified the kiss. I pulled off the vest as soon as I realized I wanted my bare flesh to be rubbed against her skin. After taking off my vest, I reclaimed her lips, tangled my tongue with hers, and sucked on her lower lips once more, this time with my teeth gripping her lower lip a bit. I took my lips away from hers and continued to stare at the pool between her legs until she looked away. With that, I grabbed my drink, swirled it with my gaze glued to hers, and took another two swigs before pouring it on her chest, where it started trailing down to her stomach and all the way down to her kitty. I lowered my head and began drinking from her body, sucking her breast with a ferocious hunger in my stomach, not just my belly, my cock was in need as well. Then I gripped one nipple with one hand while my tongue descended on the other, licking the taut bud around the perimeter before biting down.

“Fuck, Chris. Oh, God!” She whimpered. I squeezed her tits in my hands, switching between sucking and pinching her nipples. I went all the way down to her stomach. Then I came to a halt and gazed at her.

“Take a deep breath and let it all wash over you.” I chuckled, and continued, “Lie back.” She did so and opened her legs wide for me. I was thrilled. As soon as I locked my focus on her, I lowered my 6.2 frame to her smoldering cunt. I licked her all over, from her sex to her clit. Her back fell flat against the counter, and her head rolled back in delight as her fingers made their way to my black hair, which she stroked non-stop while pulling as she did so.

“Sweet Jesus, Chris, more,” she groaned, and I rewarded her by sucking her clit as I carefully inserted two fingers inside her, locating her g-spot. Her hips were bouncing off the counter, but I was able to keep her in place with my hands. The combination of Dalmore Decades and her cum is pure nirvana.

As I continued my assault on the clit, I muttered into her folds, “You taste so good,” I whispered. As my thumb made its way to her clit, two fingers were working within her pussy. I sucked and nibbled on the insides of her thighs, leaving love bites on her left and right thighs to denote my presence and stamp my territorial claim. I loosened my grip on her thighs and removed my sweatpants. I snuck up on the counter and licked her lips, examining every inch of her mouth with my lips. I snatched the kiss from her and looked her in the eyes as she murmured breathlessly into my face, and after a few moments, she began to open her eyes a little more fully. Her eyes drifted shut once more. Then I tightened my grip on her throat, putting my weight against hers on the kitchen counter.

Lord have mercy! Camila Grayston is going to be the end of me.

I felt as though my weight was too much for her, so I lowered myself and dragged her to the counter’s edge, urging her to sit up and claim her lips. I broke the kiss again and locked my gaze on her. I brushed back her hair. I dropped my head and exhaled heavily over her right breast, watching her twitch slightly. Once I began stroking my shaft against her entrance, I grabbed her waist and drew her into a kiss. She squinted her eyes shut! And I came to a complete halt to watch what she was doing.

There is no way in hell she is a virgin, right? If she is a virgin, how did she end up at a swinging club? No, Chris, she isn’t, so you should take a deep breath. I whispered something along those lines in the back of my head. But why are her eyes closed?

“Camille.” She gradually opened her eyes and locked her gaze on me. “Are you okay?” She nodded and wrapped her tiny hands around my neck, encircling me completely. I took a few long breaths and closed my eyes again. I held her in place and drove my cock inside her. She screamed and slammed

her head against my chest. My breath caught in my throat as her tears streamed down my chest. I had to convince myself that it wasn’t true. I drew back slightly and noticed that my cock was covered in blood.

Fuck!