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She felt her lips water with lust and need as she stared at
his thick, beautiful cock.

He grasped the bulbous tip and lightly ran his big hand over
the entire length, stem to root. As large as his hand was, he was unable to
completely engulf its circumference.

“I’m waiting, Liza.” Casually, as though nothing were out of
the ordinary, he scooted down in his chair, his legs further apart and
continued to rub his cock with an expectant look on his face.

On the one hand, she was turned on so badly she didn’t know
what to do with herself, and on the other hand, was angry as hell that he could
just calmly sit there, friggin’ jacking off, telling her to finger-fuck her own
self and he’d watch!

Greg was so damn hot, it was all he could do not to jump up
from his chair, push Liza’s ass down and screw the shit out of her, right there
on the table.

Fuck her so hard, she’d be limping for a week and never
again tell him that he didn’t know what the hell he was doing when he did her.
As angry as he was, he didn’t know the last time he’d been this turned on
either.

Yet they were at a crossroad.

He knew what she wanted from him. She wanted him to prove
something to her. Prove that he could do her the way she liked to be done.
Well, he intended to flip the script on his wife. He intended to prove to her
that not only did he know what she wanted, what she needed, but that it was way
past time for her to be real with him.

Liza had made her way into his thoughts the entire day and
he’d thought long and hard on their situation. After seven years of marriage,
she owed him the truth. He wanted to finally get to know his wife. No
pretenses, no facades, no pretending that her past meant nothing to her.

It shaped her into the woman she was today. A strong,
independent woman who had so much to give that it pissed him off that she
didn’t see it. It pissed him off that she was ashamed of her life growing up.

As though she had anything to be embarrassed of.

In the entire time of their marriage, she’d talked about her
life as a child and teenager less than a handful of times. He felt as though he
were missing out on something precious. That she had dimensions and facets to
her that she denied him the pleasure of knowing.

He loved her. He wanted it all. Or nothing at all.

He decided without realizing it that he was greedy and Liza
needed to make a decision. Either she opened up to him, completely opened up,
or he wasn’t sure if their marriage would stand the true test of time.

It was a sobering thought.

He watched as she hesitantly gazed at him with those deep
brown eyes of hers that turned his insides upside down. She bit her sexy bottom
lip as she eased her hand down her body slowly past her tiny perfect little
globes, down her flat belly, before she moved the scrap of material aside.

They’d been intimate for over seven years but it was as
though this was the first time he’d seen her. This shy, hesitant Liza who was
uncertain. He waited to see if she’d have the nerve to do as he demanded. To
masturbate in front of him.

After easing the material away, she stroked one finger over
her clit. “Spread your pussy lips for me. I want to see you.” She then took two
fingers and spread herself wide and with the other, she worked the small
nubbin.

But that wasn’t enough. He wanted her to fully engage in
giving herself pleasure. He had one more demand.

“Play with your tits with the other hand. While you play
with your pussy, I want to see you play with your nipples, baby,” he demanded,
just as she’d eased one finger into her vagina.

She said nothing to the added demand, simply complied and
eased the strap from the tiny teddy down her arm and he gazed with restless
eyes at the way her small breasts rose and pushed against each other. Her
pretty brown nipples stood erect and ready.

With hesitant hands, she slid her hand up her arm and
lightly cupped one of her breast. He loved the way her breath caught and her
chest rose and fell rapidly as she continued to finger her pussy in
orchestrated rhythm with her other hand pinching and pulling on her taut
nipples.

She closed her eyes briefly and he sharply called out, “No.
Open your eyes and look at me. Don’t look away,” he demanded hoarsely as he
stroked his cock, nearly out of his mind with his need to throw her on the
floor and
do
her.

She gave him a small smile and did as she was told.

Greg knew that she liked when he gave her instruction. It
turned her on.

As she continued to rub her pussy and stroke her breast, he
didn’t know how much longer he could hold off jumping her. He didn’t want to
bring himself to orgasm, so he kept his strokes slow and methodical.

He intended for her to do that for him. She’d be the one to
bring him to orgasm.

“Liza, do you know how much I love you, baby?” he asked her
quietly, and he saw her slow her movements. “No. Don’t stop. Keep going. I just
want to talk to you while I watch. Is that okay?”

She licked her bottom lip and answered in a voice heavy with
arousal, “Yes, Greg, that’s okay,” and began to close her eyes before
remembering his edict to keep them open.

“Good. Keep on fingering yourself, baby. When I first met
you I knew you were the one for me, did you know that?” He slowly rose from his
chair as he asked the question and saw the way she squirmed on the corner of
the desk.

“No,” she barely was able to get the word out.

“I took one look at that pretty face, that long, lean body
and knew I wanted you. I wanted to know
everything
about you.”

Her fingers slowed their frantic rubbing over her drenching
vagina. He’d walked around the desk and stood less than two feet away and
leaned against the wall as he watched with hooded eyes as she was coming near
to her completion.

“I want to know it all, Liza. Everything. Not just the good,
but the bad, the sad, the embarrassing. All of it,” as he spoke he walked over
to her and now stood near the edge of the desk as she worked her pussy and
breast, listening to what he was saying with her head hung down.

“You’ve cheated me out of getting to know you, Liza. You’ve
only shown me the part you think I want to see. You haven’t shared the
important part, the one that has made you into the woman you are today.”

He removed her hand from her breast and the other from her
vagina and held them clasped together in one of his. “I want to know the whole
Liza. I don’t want the skewed profile. I want the whole thing.” He pushed her
down on the desk and spread her legs farther apart with his.

“If you can’t give me all of you, do you think I should give
you all of me?” he whispered close in her ear before he plunged his cock as far
into her as he could reach. So far back that he felt her womb close over his
tip as she screamed.

He wasted no time saying anything else to her.
For the
moment.

He cupped the back of each thigh where the tops of her boots
ended and shoved her legs up and farther apart as he ground into her slick
entry, grinding his teeth together at the exquisite feel of her hot cunt
gripping his cock.

“I want to know what it was like growing up in the projects,
Liza. How did you feel when your parents divorced?” he asked as he pumped into
her relentlessly.

“What?” she panted as she stopped moving her hips in rhythm
to his thrusts and opened her eyes wide to glare at him.

“Don’t stop. Just answer the question or you won’t get what
you want. What you need to give you relief. You want relief don’t you?” he
asked. The entire time he’d been talking to her, he’d been grinding into her,
lifting one leg higher than the other for a better angle to dig into her.

“Oh heavens, Greg! Damn, that feels good,” she cried out
when he shoved her knee damn near to her face.

“Good, baby. It feels good to me too. Now answer the
question so we can both keep feeling good,” he grunted as he slid his rod in
and out of her swollen wet folds.

“I hated it,” she cried out when he reached a hand down and
started to toy with her engorged clit, rubbing and circling the small nub
mercilessly.

“Why?” he asked softly.

He continued to grind into her, loving the way she tossed
her head on the desk in agony, the way she kept gripping the sides of the desk
and rotating her hips with his.

He continued to make love to her but after several minutes,
when she didn’t answer, he pulled out, despite her wrenching cry of disbelief
and his own silent roar of agony.

“Liza, I asked you a question!” he demanded and pulled her
up to face him.

Their breathing was labored as they stared at each other. He
refused to give in. He wanted her to open up to him and he damn well would deny
them both what they needed in order to break his wife down.

He watched as her chest rose and fell, the way her small
nostrils flared and her eyes squinted. She was pissed.

Good.

“Well?” His own breathing was labored and his cock was
calling him all kinds of fool, as the only thing it wanted to do was plunge
back into her welcoming warmth.

But this was more important than his cock or its
satisfaction.

He saw the defiance steal over her beautiful face and wanted
to shake the shit out of her. Damn it! What did he have to do to break through
to her? What did he have to do for her to trust him?

With a heavy heart, he realized that as stubborn as he was,
Liza could be even more so. Although his heart ached and his cock even more, he
shoved away from her and with unsteady hands zipped his pants.

“What? Greg you can’t do this to me!” she wailed and the
grief and utter denial in her voice tugged at his heart. But no way in hell
could he make love to her now. He felt as though a part of him had died when
she looked him in the eye and refused to give in.

“Why not, Liza? You can leave me high and dry, why can’t I
return the favor?” he asked and turned back around to face her as he adjusted
his pants.

She looked beautiful and utterly frustrated as she lay back
against his desk with her hair mussed, legs spread and the hairs from her pussy
glistening from their combined fluids. He had to turn away from the sight
before he lost his resolve.

“Please. Greg, don’t leave me like this. Please,” she begged
quietly.

He turned back around and although he refused to complete
the act, he couldn’t leave her in the state she was in. Not after how he’d left
her earlier that morning.

“Fine, Liza. I won’t leave you like this. If this is all you
want, all that you’re willing to share, I’ll take that. Lie down,” he demanded
harshly and spread her legs as far apart as they’d go, leaned down with his
face less than an inch away from her quivering mound and with a long stab from
his tongue, he stroked her.

* * * *

Liza groaned harshly at the feel of his talented tongue on
her crease. He took his time as he lapped and suckled her tender swollen flesh,
taking her bud between his lips and gently administering it.

As good as it felt, she wanted…she
needed
more.

She raised her body and looked down helplessly as he ate her
out. “Greg baby, please. I need more. Ummm,” she grunted, squirming when he hit
a particularly good spot. “Baby, as good as this feels, I need more,” she
shamelessly begged.

He raised his dark head from between her thighs and quit
lapping at her to raise an eyebrow. “Then what do you have to do? What do I
want to know?” he asked, nostrils flaring, looking so good to her, with her
cream on his face, breathing hard that she’d say anything to get him to go back
to making love to her.

Anything…but that. She did
not
feel like taking a friggin’
trip down memory lane. She just wanted her husband to
do
her.

She stared into his face, saying nothing; the only sound in
the room was their mutual harsh breathing.

“That’s what I thought. Lay the fuck down Li, just lie down
and let me finish.”

His anger was palpable in the still of the room and had she
not been so desperate, so hungry for completion, she’d tell him to go fuck
himself and go home.

But she didn’t.

Instead she eased back down on the desk and closed her eyes,
tears falling from the corners as she accepted his oral loving.

He widened her legs farther apart and if anything, his touch
became even gentler. He separated her vaginal lips and stroked either side of
her crease before sliding one of his big fingers into her entry.

She cried out in relief.

When he added two more fingers alongside his tongue and
continued to work her over, it wasn’t long before she felt her orgasm rip
through her body. She arched her body sharply away from the desk and before she
knew it, she’d grabbed either side of his face and ground herself against him,
bucking and screaming as she came.

He held his face over her mound as she slowly came back down
and didn’t relinquish his hold on her until she’d stopped shaking and lay limp,
her body slumping over his.

He gently pushed away from her and sat her up. He took her
face between his hands and forced her to look at him. She didn’t want to see
what she’d possibly glimpse in his eyes, so she tried to turn away. But he
wouldn’t allow it.

“No, look at me, Liza. I think we need to talk.”

Liza took a deep breath before answering hoarsely, “I know,
Greg. I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say,” she admitted around the sudden
lump in her throat.

“The decision is yours. I want our marriage to be strong. I
want you to let me in. I can’t force you to do this, Li, it’s got to be
something you allow me to do. You’ve got to trust me.”

“I do trust you, Greg. I trust you more than anyone in this
world,” she whispered.

“It’s okay, baby. We’ll get through this,” he told her as he
lowered his face to hers and kissed her with such desperation that her heart
ached.