The Second Marriage Chance

Philip

I’m at my wit’s end.

Sarah nonchalantly sipped on her milkshake, igniting an unexpected thirst within me. I want to suck my tongue inside her mouth, to taste what’s inside there. Following her into the bedroom, I found remnants of the milkshake glistening on her lips, tempting me like a thief drawn to treasures.

“Ehhhm!” As I indulged my desire, Sarah pushed me away with a firm rebuke, her cheeks flushed with irritation.

“You’re really pushing the boundaries of your lustfulness! You, pervert!” she admonished.

Unable to resist, I confessed, “I can’t help it. I want to taste what’s within your mouth.”

Her cheeks reddened further as she countered, “What if it’s another man’s cum, huh?”

Unsure how to respond to her provocative remark, I found it, blaugh, distasteful.

“You mean my own?” I quipped.

“Philip, you’re disgusting!” Sarah’s cheeks reddened further. “Are you seriously suggesting you want to taste your own… cum?”

Though her words should have deterred me, they only fueled my desire. “Does that mean you want it in your mouth, Sarah?” I teased, leaning in closer.

“W-who said that?! You’re shameless!” Sarah protested, swiftly changing the subject.

But my desire remained unabated; I became hard just to think about the scenario of my cum inside her mouth.

Yet, Sarah swiftly changed the subject, her annoyance evident. “Get out! I’ll remove clothes!”

“Babe, as if I haven’t seen you naked before. Or perhaps you want me to lend a hand?” I teased, earning only a glare in response.

This little devil isn’t kidding around! She unzipped her onesie from neck to waist, unveiling her two round breasts. My heart skipped a beat as I admired her perky chest, aching to reach and touch them, aching my mouth tasting them. But she wasn’t done yet. With a sensual grace, she wriggled out of the garment until only a pair of panties adorned her.

With flushed cheeks, she teased, “Yeah, right! You’ve seen it. So, freeze with desire!”

Her perky round chest swayed gently as she gracefully went to the bathroom, catching my attention. But as quickly as she appeared, she offered a tantalizing glimpse before disappearing. Her ass, reminiscent of orbs, playfully moved out of reach.

I was totally about to embark on a sneaky adventure, trailing after her, but my intentions were thwarted by the evil queen’s daughter, who slammed the door shut before I could reach them. Despite my efforts to open it, Sarah had already locked it from the inside.

Damn, that naughty little minx!

When I peeked inside my trousers, my cock was throbbing, swollen with anger. He’s surely taken offense! I did what was necessary to soothe him, paying no heed to the world around me. I must tend to this.

***

Sarah

With a blush tinting my cheeks, I slipped beneath the refreshing cascade of the cool shower, trying to wash away the lingering intensity of Philip’s gaze. It felt like he was trying to devour me whole with those eyes of his! His longing to caress my ass was practically written all over his face.

‘Oh, that man!’

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake off Philip’s influence over my sensuality.

Snatching up the robe hanging nearby, I wrapped it around myself, stealing a moment to listen for any signs of movement beyond the door before cautiously unlocking it.

‘Okay, I’m safe!’

But in that charged atmosphere, the concept of safety seemed about as stable as a soap bubble.

I mentally cursed my ex-husband as I passed the inviting expanse of the bed towards the wardrobe. There he was, sitting in the corner with that infuriating smirk, his gaze fixed on me as if he had all the time in the world, leisurely stroking his cock.

“Care to lend a hand?” Philip’s voice cut through the tension. I wanted to quip back, to keep up our usual banter, but Philip’s aura of dominance was palpable, his gaze piercing through me like a king sizing up his prey.

My mind scattered as I approached him, sinking to my knees before him. Memories flooded my mind of a time when I craved his touch more than anything else.

With one hand enveloping his thick, impressive girth, I stroked it gently, meeting Philip’s gaze with the reverence of a devoted servant.

His touch was a tender caress, weaving through the silken strands that framed my face, delicately guiding them to the curve of my neck, allowing him to behold my countenance in its entirety. I couldn’t resist the allure of Adan’s blessing!

Every inch of him was perfection, from the gentle curve of his balls to the length of his manhood that I already imagined inside my mouth, touching the passage of my throat.

With a glance at Philip, I continued my exploration, tracing a path with my tongue from the bottom, the girth, to the very tip of his being. As I took him into my mouth, squeezing him, savoring the taste of his essence, I felt a rush of desire unlike anything before.

“Ahhh, fvck, Sarah!” He grunted and caressed my cheeks, guiding me to insert all his length inside my wet mouth.

Goodness! The thought of his cock inside my mouth is sending shivers down my spine, reaching every fiber of my being, clenching my reacting pussy muscle.

Philip tenderly grasped my lips, offering comfort as my hand diligently continued its task. “You are a piece of art, babe! You really do belong to me!” he murmured.

Like honey saucing Philip’s penis, a spit from my mouth is gently running down towards his head.

“Ahhh… fvcking sexy!” he murmured.

Any semblance of rationale I had harbored was swept away like leaves in the wind as I took Philip again into my mouth. With each motion, I enveloped him with a dance of push and pull, drawing him deeper, savoring the taste of his skin against my lips. My tongue danced along his length, eliciting a symphony of curses and hard grunts that echoed in the air.

“Hmm… Does it taste better, Sarah? Let me cum in your mouth!” he grunted darkly.

My lips gripped his swollen shaft as he quickened his pace, his movements delving deeper, reaching the depths of my throat.

Oh, how he ignited sensations beyond words! Lost in the bliss of his touch, my jaw surrendered to his fervent advances, numb to all but the ecstasy of the moment, until finally, I savored the salty and slimy release that filled my mouth.

My heart raced as I pulled away from Philip to catch my breath. But the rascal! Even after I had tasted the essence of his being, he still managed to capture my lips in a fervent kiss.

With nimble grace, he swiftly scooped me into his lap and effortlessly settled me onto him. In mere seconds, his skilled hands worked to untie my robe, eagerly seeking the treasure hidden beneath.

My moan escaped inside his mouth as his fingers danced against my wetness.

“I can no longer take it, Sarah! I want to fuck you!” His guttural sound, wanting me at that heated moment, sent an unexplainable desire into my pussy.

Before my thoughts could align, his cock met my slit, sending a surge of warmth through my body, and it only took a second before my gaze widened as Philip skillfully entered my property.

“Ahhh… yes!” He closed his eyes, loving the refuge inside me.

He fucked me from behind, as he snuggled me, as I faced the soft bed while clutching the pillow, or as I faced the wide mirror while seeing myself engulfing Philip’s presence, or while Philip was thrusting his hips forward, making sure his shaft dominated me completely.

During intimacy, Philip owns me!

Highland Hills lay cloaked in darkness as he finished, yet he reminded me of our obligation to attend a party.

I shouldn’t go along; frankly, I’m not feeling up to it. The day had already drained me completely, especially after Philip repeatedly claimed me.

“I just don’t have the energy to go,” I lamented to Philip. My relationship with his extended family wasn’t exactly harmonious either.

“But there’s so much food there,” he countered.

“Still, I’m exhausted,” I replied weakly, curling up with a pillow like a tired koala.

“Let me take care of you. Remember, you promised to meet Jane,” Philip urged, gently wiping away his remnants from my weary body.

***

Philip and I headed to Garden Grove Cafe to celebrate his Auntie Marietta’s birthday.

“My auntie rented out the whole place. It’s just family and close friends,” Philip informed me.

I shrugged. As soon as we arrived, it became apparent that I was the only one dressed casually.

“Philip!” His cousins and uncles greeted him warmly, their eyes inadvertently landing on my simple denim skirt and black blouse. Though unspoken, their surprise was palpable.

Despite an array of dresses hanging in my wardrobe, I had insisted on maintaining a somber appearance, a preference I hoped Philip had grown accustomed to by now.

“Philip, why is she here?” Rebecca, Philip’s cousin and friend of Megan, who is also Auntie Marietta’s daughter and a celebrity with Luminary Productions, questioned upon seeing me.

“I’m here for the food!” I replied nonchalantly, already salivating at the thought of the spread inside.

Philip’s cousins were speechless by my response.

There’s nothing in Serenity Pines that I crave right now. At least at this party, the options are limitless-there’s an abundance of food to choose from!

Philip exchanged a few words with his cousin while they stole glances at me. They seemed puzzled by my presence.

Well, I’m puzzled, too! They’re not alone! What on earth am I doing with my ex-husband, right?

Turning to Philip, I declared, “I’m famished!” He invited me, so it’s his job to feed me.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“We’re heading in,” Philip announced, bidding farewell to his cousins.

Philip guided me into the event hall as his cousins observed us with disbelief. Their remarks didn’t escape my ears.

“I thought Philip reconciled with Megan?”

“Same here! Isn’t he already divorced Sarah?”

“And shit, that bitch! Megan is here!” remarked Rebecca, clearly irritated by my presence.

But I never imagined that these women had planned to embarrass me at the event.