273: EXCUSE ME?
ARIEL’S POV
“So, I’m guessing you know now,” I told Luke before laying on the bed. I was really exhausted. I had never gone wild like that before.
Luke laughed and lay next to me on the bed. Smiling at him, I moved really close, letting him wrap his hands around my shoulder while I fixed my head on his wonderful chest.
“So, do you have any plans for today?” I asked him, a smile still etched on my face as I leisurely moved my finger on his chest.
“I work, but I’m going to take the day off.”
“Oh, really. Why?”
“Because I want to take you out. I think spending time with you and Janice should come before everything else.”
“Yes, that is true. But you can just keep ditching your business like that. Your projects, meetings, come on, Luke.”
“What are you trying to say now? That I should stop spending time with you and Janice and start focusing on my business rather than on you guys?”
“That wasn’t what I meant,” I told him.
“What did you mean, then?”
“Just… forget about it. It’s not that important anyway.”
Luke smiled at me and pecked my lips. “Aren’t you just so beautiful?”
“And you are one handsome man.” I licked his cheek. After that, I sat on the bed, smirking
at Luke, and he could just start thinking about what I was about to do.
I moved down straight to his rod, and then I took hold of it. It became hard on my hand,
and I stroked it softly. I could hear Luke moaning softly. After that, I placed it in my mouth.
It was so warm.
Looking up at him, I could see the desire and pleasure in his eyes. It only fueled my
naughty intentions as his rod was still in my mouth, and I was savoring every inch of his
hardness.
1220 EXCUSE ME
I went slow, wanting to tease and please him all at once. His moans stimulated me to pursue him further and further, akin to listening to pleasant music. I could feel him getting harder and harder, and I could tell he enjoyed every moment. I couldn’t resist a
mischievous grin as I continued to pleasure him with my mouth, knowing I was driving him wild with desire.
As I initiated a back–and–forth head motion, my lips began to glide up and down his shaft. I could feel his hands gripping my hair, urging me on. “Ariel,” he moaned, “you’re driving me
crazy.”
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I pulled back slightly, with a smirk. “Good,” I said before taking him back- into my mouth, this time using my tongue to swirl around his tip,
Luke let out a low groan, his hips involuntarily bucking up towards me. “God, you’re so good at this.”
I couldn’t resist the urge to tease him even more. I allowed him to enter my mouth
completely and strike the back of my throat before withdrawing once more. “I’ve had a lot
of practice,” I teased, winking at him.
“With whom?” He raised an eyebrow.
“No one, I’m just kidding.” I laughed.
As I started to accelerate, he laughed as well, but a loud moan cut it short. My hand joined in to stroke him as I sucked on him. I could feel his body tensing up, and I knew he was
getting closer.
“Ariel, I’m going.
But before he could finish, I took him deep into my mouth again, using my hand to stroke him faster. As he approached his climax, his lamentations intensified in volume and urgency, causing a palpable sensation in my mouth.
I swallowed every drop, savoring his taste before finally pulling back. Luke looked at me with a dazed expression, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Holy sh*t,” he breathed out.
I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in driving him to such pleasure. But before I could say anything, he pulled me up and kissed me fiercely, his hands roaming over my body.
Your turn.”
And with that, the roles were reversed, and it was my turn to moan and writhe under his
skilled touch. That was how we spent the rest of the morning, relishing every moment.
I took a perfect nap and opened my eyes to see myself lying on the bed. Luke was not here. with me; when I checked the time, it was around 2:00 p.m.
“Luke!” I called his name, but he did not answer. I wondered where he had gone. Perhaps
he had left for work.
I slowly stood up from the bed and went to the shower. My hair was all messy, and I was sweaty and extremely exhausted. It has been long since I had great feelings like this. You know, letting a man touch you. Of course, Luke did that in our second marriage. But this
time, things were more passionate.
I stepped into the bathroom and lost myself in the shower. It was quite soothing, removing” all tiredness from my body, and I felt strong and renewed like never before.
I left the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I realized I really loved myself–the pretty face and all that.
The door opened, and this woman stepped foot inside the room and looked around. It was this old chubby lady that I had seen earlier today. But it was really crazy that she would just burst into this room like that without even asking first. This was technically an invasion of
privacy.
“You? I thought I saw you this morning. Who are you, and what are you doing here?” She questioned, giving me an unfriendly look.
I stopped caressing my hair as I was just staring at her, also giving her an unfriendly face. But mine wasn’t as intense as hers. I could already see the hate in her eyes. And I had a feeling something not great was about to go down here.
“You aren’t going to answer me? Who are you?” Her cold tone was still there. “Oh, I see. You’re one of the sluts he’s brought home, huh?”
“Excuse me?” Tarched a brow, throwing her a cold stare.
“This is how he squanders money. Wasting it on whores like you.”
“I’m sorry, miss, but can you please mind the way you speak?”
“This is my house; you cannot tell me what to do.”
“Your house? I thought this mansion belonged to Luke?”
“He keeps deceiving you,
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I gave her a puzzled face. “He keeps dece… You know what? I shouldn’t even be thinking or asking questions about this. This is definitely Luke’s house, and I genuinely have no idea
who you are.
“Know me or not, that’s none of my business. You can go out in your dress and leave when you’re done. I can’t stand being in the presence of a prostitute.”
“I don’t want to be rude. So please have some respect,” I told her, trying to remain calm.
But she still wanted shit. “Whores like you do not deserve respect.”
“I am not a prostitute, for crying out loud.”
“Then who are you?”
“I am Luke’s wife.”
