LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR II (REMASTERED)

BUSINESS AS USUAL

Lucious

Couple of days later....

"Shiittt. Yeesss, take this pussy baby, I need you. I need that dick inside me right now."

"Ummmmm...fuck me harder daddy yeesssss..."

"Oh...My...God, right there Lucious. That's the spot right there, don't stop."

Those were just a few of the words that I was met with this morning after I'd finished up my workout and longingly stood against my bedroom door watching my wife. Heading into our bedroom for a shower, I was instantly hard at the display before me. 

Cookie squirming beneath the silk sheets of our bed, squeezing her nipples, touching all on herself, and moaning uncontrollably. My wife was dead asleep, having a fucking wet dream about me, and I caught her with her fingers buried deep within the Cookie jar. 

The beast in me at full attention, I leaned my head back against the door frame, continued watching her then took a deep breath cause my eyes refused to depart from following her sultry frame while it called out for me.

I fucked up, this I know, and I've been trying to respect her boundaries, yet the sight of her in heat turned me on to the fullest.

My mind's been clouded ever since. Releasing the lust filled breath trapped within my throat at the thought of her while sitting behind my massive desk, various stacks of paperwork resting in piles along the smooth wooden surface in front of me, I glanced down and checked my watch.

9:00 p.m.

All day long, thoughts of her body, and what I wanna do to it continued to dance through my mental while the echo of her yearning moans filled my ears. I knew her ass wanted me, I've heard her slip up, moaning my name in her sleep a couple of times over these past few months of forced celibacy...yet, this morning was the first time that I got to see just how much she's really been missing me up close and personal.

Seated behind my expansive desks at our company...mind racing, mouthwatering, I licked my lips and once again my thoughts traveled back to the exhibition she put on in our bed and how much I want to ease between her legs to sop her juices up like my tongue's a biscuit and her body's the gravy.

Every night for the past month and a half, my ass has been sleeping with an ice pack nearby just so I can keep myself under control when she slides into bed next to me in those tight ass, body hugging, booty cupping, gowns that she knows TURN ME ON! Hell, I think she even went and bought a few new ones just to tease me and I HATE being teased, especially by her.

It took every ounce of self-restraint in my bones to respect her wishes and resist her this morning while I stood admiring that body on display, her mind clueless to my presence while she pleased that pretty little Miss. Puss. 

Pappi's Puss. Subconsciously doing to herself what she's obviously been dreaming about me doing to her. I huffed. This no sex shit just isn't gonna work for me anymore, I'm getting back in between her smooth coco thighs one way or another and all day long I've been plotting how to convince her why holding out on me is no longer serving its original purpose. It's definitely a punishment I hate, but see, now she's suffering just as much as me because her body's craving our connection.

Downing a sip from my glass, I continued to craft my plan. None of my work has gotten done today because all I can think about is Cookie. Cookie riding me, Cookie biting her lip while I pummel her ass from behind over our balcony, Cookie's Bambie like peepers lustfully stalking me from her knees as she expertly gargles my rod down her throat, Cookie scratching up my back and fiending for this long thick dick to be up inside of her in the worse way.