NTR: The live-in-husband gets a perverted heart system

Tom kept his mouth on her.

He sucked the left nipple harder, drawing it deep until Stella’s fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. A rough, broken sound escaped her throat.

He switched sides without warning, giving the right breast the same intentional, unhurried force.

The towel at his hips had slipped lower. The thick head of his cock was now clearly outlined against the damp fabric, pressing against the soft skin of her stomach every time she shifted.

He finally pulled back just enough to speak, lips still brushing the wet, swollen peak.

"These look better already," he said, voice low and calm. "Darker. More sensitive. I’m going to keep them like this until you can’t think straight."

Stella’s breathing was no longer steady. Her chest rose and fell in short, sharp movements. Pride still lived in her eyes, but it was fighting something hotter and less controlled.

Tom’s hand slid from the small of her back down over the curve of her ass, gripping firmly through the tight black dress. He squeezed once, hard, then used the hold to pull her hips flush against him. The full length of his cock pressed against her lower stomach. He let her feel every inch of it.

"You’ve been watching me," he continued, shameless.

"You saw me hard and cuffed. You saw me give orders with my mouth full of another woman’s tits. And you still walked into my room dressed like this. That means you want the version of me that doesn’t ask permission."

Stella’s lips parted. For a second she looked like she might argue. Then his hand flexed on her ass again and the words died.

Tom leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly across one nipple, then the other, keeping his eyes on her face.

"Take the dress off the rest of the way," he said. "I want to see what else you prepared for me."

A visible shiver ran through her. Then a practical thoughts tried to surface -what was Sienna’s schedule? What if she was going to return early? The risk of someone returning early, the reputation she still needed to protect. They flickered and then scattered under the steady way he was watching her. She pushed the dress over her hips and let it fall.

Underneath she wore only a thin scrap of black lace, already darkened with wetness.

Tom’s eyes dropped between her legs without shame.

"Pull that aside. Show me your cunt."

A visible shiver ran through her. Pride and heat warred openly on her face. Then her fingers moved. She hooked the damp lace and drew it to the side, exposing herself fully.

Smooth. Flushed. Already glistening...

Tom stared openly.

"When did you last shave it?" His voice stayed calm, almost conversational. "It’s soft. Clean. Did you do it this morning knowing you were coming to me?"

Stella’s cheeks burned. She didn’t answer. Her mind tried again to reach for caution - Sienna could walk in, this is reckless, I have a wedding to protect - but every shameless question he asked made the thoughts harder to hold.

"When was the last time that cunt was used?" he asked.

"Because today it is going to be thoroughly used. Stretched. Filled. I’m going to take my time with it until you forget ever being taken by anyone before."

Tom stepped closer. The towel had slipped so low it was barely hanging on. The thick head of his cock was now fully visible, flushed and wet at the tip. He wrapped a hand around himself and stroked once, slow, while he kept his eyes on her exposed cunt.

Stella’s lips parted. A soft, frustrated sound escaped her throat. The warning voice in her head was still there, but it was growing quieter under the weight of his words. Her fingers stayed where they were, holding the lace aside, keeping herself open for him.

Tom’s free hand settled on her inner thigh. His thumb stroked the soft skin just beside her wet folds without touching them directly.

"Look at how it’s already dripping," he murmured. "You walked into this room soaked. You let me suck your nipples raw while your cunt got wetter by the second. Tell me the truth. How long has it been since someone properly fucked you?"

Stella’s hips shifted forward a fraction despite herself. The conflict was still visible in her eyes - reputation, risk, the residual need to stay in control but the filthy certainty in his voice kept pushing it back. Her breathing had gone shallow then she managed;

"Been so long I can’t really remember what it feels like to be fucked properly."

"I need you to remind me." She added and a smile tugged at Tom’s lips. Hearing that confession gladdened him.

"I will do that. I will remind you until you can’t forget anymore." He replied then as an afterthought, he added;

"Keep holding yourself open. I haven’t decided yet whether I’m going to taste it first or make you wait longer."

Stella’s eyes fluttered. Another soft, needy sound left her. The lace was still pulled aside by her own hand. Her body was already offering him everything while her mind tried and failed to hold on to the reasons she should stop.

Tom stayed exactly where he was, cock in hand, gaze fixed on the wet, exposed cunt she was still presenting to him, in no hurry at all.

Then his hand left his cock and he turned her with firm hands and walked her backward until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed. A gentle push sent her sitting down. He stayed standing between her parted thighs, towel barely clinging, cock heavy and obvious in front of her face.

"Lean back. Hands on the bed. Don’t move them until I say."

Stella held his gaze for a long second. The struggle was visible - pride against arousal, control against the need he was steadily building. Then she leaned back on her palms. Her breasts rose with the movement.

Tom reached down and finally tugged the towel free. It dropped to the floor. His cock sprang up, thick and flushed, the head already glistening. He wrapped one hand around the base and stroked once, slow, letting her watch.

Stella’s eyes dropped to his cock. Her tongue moved across her lower lip before she could stop it. When she looked back up, the heat in her gaze had sharpened into something almost angry with need.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!