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Suit and Lace

๐ƒรฉ๐ฃร  ๐•๐ฎ.

[หˆ๐๐žษชส’รฆ หˆ๐ฏ๐ฎห, ๐…๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ก ๐๐žส’๐š ๐ฏ๐ฒ] ๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ง.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ž๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐š๐ฌ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐จ๐œ๐œ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž.

I never knew it was possible for a man to turn down a beautiful woman until I did. I scrubbed my face with my palm and took a deep breath. With each day, Anika was chipping away at my resolve to keep this marriage in name only.

With each scandalous outfit on her body, my dick becomes her biggest supporter and frankly, I was at my limit. I’m not so sure I could refrain myself from taking what she offered next time.

I mean, it’s not like I have a solid reason why I keep avoiding intimacy with my wife. Sure, she is a stranger but that can be salvaged if I actually take time to know her. I’m just hanging on the edge of actually laying my all down because I’m afraid that she could become something more than a wife I married just to strengthen our family connections.

I closed my eyes and tried counting sheep. All I could see was Anika. Her beautiful brown eyes. The way she pouts when she doesn’t get her way. How sexy she looked the day we both masturbated.

That day will forever be sealed in my memory. I went up to her room to ask her a question about a fundraiser we’ve been invited to and I didn’t suspect that I would be walking into her dipping that sex toy into her cunt. I groaned and squeezed my dick. I do not need the visual in my head.

I dragged myself downstairs in search of a strong liquor that would knock my ass off and put me to sleep. The kitchen lights were on again and I had a bad premonition.

Anika was at the wine bar sitting on the high stool. My deflated dick stood at attention when I saw her outfit. A see-through blue lingerie. I scanned her body, my eyes heating up with each part of her body that I got to see. Her nipples strained against the material.

This felt like dรฉjร  Vu.

Anika was watching me with a sly smile on her face. My eyes dipped lower to her boobs, and I licked my lips. She chuckled, stood up, and cocked her hips to the side, her negligee moved drawing my attention to her boobs.

โ€œEyes up, Karim.โ€

I grinned and scanned the length of her body then focused back up on her face. A smile was on her lips.

โ€œFor a man who wanted a marriage in name, you are really acting out of characterโ€. I pointed at her. โ€œYou cheatedโ€. โ€œOh,โ€ she took a sip from the glass and my eyes tracked her movement. My throat tightened and my pajama bottoms suddenly felt constricted on my body. โ€œWell, hello there friend,โ€ Anika drawled in that sweet voice of hers, eyes on my erection. โ€œYou are making it worse.โ€

She shrugged and drained her glass. She placed it on the counter and walked over to me. Stopping a couple steps away from me, she bit her bottom lip.

โ€œDo you want me?โ€ I let the heat in my eyes answer the question. Her breath hitched, and she stepped closer within reach.

“Will this be a one-time thing?”

โ€œDo you want it to be?โ€

I stilled my breath and awaited her reply. I wanted more than one time. Something tells me one time won’t be enough. Not with her. I didn’t know why it mattered to me.

She shook her head. โ€œI want a real marriage, Karim. And I know that you know nothing about me and what I know about you, I gleaned from the tabloids. But I could make a life with you.โ€

Fuck me. This gorgeous woman was willing to make a life with me after the horrible way I’d been to her. Even after the condition I gave her at the beginning of this marriage. I’ve always been a man willing to risk it all and this time is no exception.

I palmed her face with my hands and drew her nearer to me. โ€œI definitely want that. Let’s take it slow and get to know each other.โ€ Anika smiled and nodded in agreement. โ€œDoes taking it slow mean no sex?โ€ I laughed at her petulant tone. โ€œWhy? You want sex?โ€ I teased. She whispered. โ€œYou are shirtless, Karim, and I’m pretty sure my panties would have been soaked from hearing your voice if I had on any.โ€

My pulse raced, and I summoned every ounce of self-control that I possessed. I pulled her face closer until we were both breathing the same air. โ€œHmm. Can I kiss you, Nika?โ€. I let my hand trace her face and moved downward stopping at her boobs. Her pupils dilated, and she pushed them closer. โ€œKiss me, Karim.โ€ โ€œWith all pleasure.โ€

My lips found hers and she moaned before opening up. I thrust my tongue inside and found hers. She snaked her tongue and intertwined with mine. I groaned at how damn sweet she tasted. She tasted sweet. Like cupcakes dipped in grape juice and vanilla ice cream. My hand slid to grab her ass and pressed her closer to me.

Her hands circled my neck and she grinded against my throbbing dick. I pulled away and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs round my waist and I walked us over to the kitchen counter laying her down on top. I moved back and watched her. Her eyes followed me and I gave a smile to reassure her. โ€œThere will be no sex tonightโ€. She whined in protest. I chuckled.

โ€œThere will be no sex because when I finally get inside you, it won’t be when we are both dead tired from being on our feet all day. There will be no sex but I can eat your pussyโ€. Her legs opened in invitation and I almost nutted from the sight of her bare pussy. I marveled at her wetness. I moved closer and parted her thigh wider to accommodate me.

Her pussy was a pretty pink shade. My mouth watered at the delicate meal I was about to savor. A short gasp escaped her mouth when I traced my fingers up and down her clit. She was wet and her slit was glistening. I gently pushed a finger inside her and her hips rose. I bit my lips and stared into her eyes as I moved my finger in and out with my thumb circling her clit.

Her breathing became ragged. Moans of pleasure slipped from her lips. Anika threw her head back, lost in what I was doing to her. My mouth replaced my fingers as I knelt down, throwing her legs over my shoulder.

I felt her hands press my head and held me in place between her legs. Her pussy lips were soft and warm as my tongue licked and sucked, alternating between her slit and clit.

Anika began rocking back and forth. I gripped her waist to keep her in place. Her sighs filled the room. I brought a hand to massage her clit while I swirled my tongue dipper into her hole and mimicked what I would love to do with my dick. โ€œKarimmmmm,โ€ she yelled and pulled at my hair. I don’t get men who say all women taste the same.

Anika tasted different. She tasted like mine. Her taste was going to make me an addict. Her body spasmed and she gushed her orgasm all over my face. Whoa, my baby is a squirter. Wet dream model material just for me. I lapped up every single juice she released and petted her slit while caressing her thighs.

I stopped when she no longer trembled and lifted my head from between her legs to peer at her. โ€œYou good?โ€. Her chest heaved and she nodded, trying to breath properly. I chuckled at her inability to say something. My chest puffed up in smug male pride. Anika rolled her eyes and reached for me.

โ€œYour face is all wet.โ€ โ€œIt’s all you baby. Can you do something for me?โ€ She looked apprehensive. I chuckled. โ€œI’m not asking for anything illegal, Hayatiโ€. Her eyes widened at me calling her my life in Arabic.

I don’t know why I did that but I kinda liked how peaceful I felt calling her Hayati. I’m out of depth with this woman. She is making me let down all my inhibition. Something tells me that I can be vulnerable with her and not be judged for it.

โ€œWhat do you want?โ€ Her voice was hoarse from all the screaming she did earlier.

โ€œCan I eat your ass?โ€

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