His Second Wife

Chapter 55

~Christopher’s POV~

“Give me my bloody wine back!” She screamed. She is horny, I can smell how aroused she is. She can’t even stand straight without crossing her legs. I love that I can only do that to her, but then again I can’t touch her. She thinks she’s the only one suffering, but I am too. I had a sly grin on my face. Her perky tits are enough to tell you everything you need to know about her at this point. She’s so fucking responsive when it comes to me. I watched her as she stood before me trying to control the pressure between her thighs. I don’t know if she realized her needy behavior. She’s ranting at me while her eyes are on me as if she’s trying to drink me up. Neither her thoughts nor her body is moving in the same direction; instead, they are working against one another. With my gaze fixed on her, I reached over and grabbed a bottle from the wine rack, then began strolling toward the kitchen counter. I launched myself on top of the kitchen counter.

“Stopher!” she screamed once more.

Her favorite method to express her rage is by calling me that. I snatched my gaze away from her, trying to avoid her gaze. I swear there is nothing underneath that silky nightgown.

“Would you like to drink with me tonight, Princess?” She glanced at me as if she wanted to say something to me. But I continued before she could say something, “Camille, I am not here to fight. We are both Liam’s parents. Are you not tired of fighting, Princess?” She came closer to the counter. I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her up before placing her on top of the counter. “Do you still want a drink?” I said with a smile on my face. She gave a slight nod of approval. What had been an angry lioness had suddenly turned timid, as though it were a small child being teased by its parents. The bottle of wine was almost completely depleted. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Can you show me where your cellar is?”

She bit her lower lip and pointed towards the direction where the cellar was.

Those rosy sinful lips. I scoffed at the thought of my cock wrapped around them again. A memory I will never forget, not in this lifetime.

Camila Christopher Grayston can suck. My wife can suck a man’s brains out.

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In no time, Christopher came back with the wine, and he parted Camila’s legs and stood in between her legs. Camila felt a shiver run down her spine, all the way to the bottom of her core. Despite the fact that she was horny, she refused to give in because every time they started something, Christopher made sure to leave her feeling unfinished. She has become accustomed to his ways and is no longer surprised by them anymore. The fact that she will never be considered woman enough for Christopher is something she has long accepted as her fate. Camila shed a tear without even realizing it since the thought of it brought sadness and emptiness. Chris noticed the tear on her face and he started to gently wipe it away from her cheek. Her demeanor shifted from empathetic to antagonistic. Her hand went to Chris’s hand, and she snatched the wine from his fingers and poured it for herself. She raised her glass to her face and stared Chris in the eyes. She broke into fits of laughter. Chris was taken aback by her rapid shift in demeanor, but she quickly recovered and began speaking.

“Damn, don’t I look like a miserable loser? I mean, miserable ex-wife. I had plenty of reasons to divorce you, but you know, I was reared by two wonderful parents who were both supportive of me throughout the process. They weren’t perfect, but they didn’t believe in divorce or anything that led to it. So I pathetically followed in their footsteps, and look where it got me.”

Camila laughed, and then she went on with her story. “I don’t blame you that you don’t find me attractive enough to exercise your waist.” She smiled once more and placed her wine on the table, cupping his face and pouting her rosy lips for him. “But you know, no matter how hard I try, I am incapable of hating you. Despite my best efforts, I cannot bring myself to resent you. You are the father

of the one and only thing that makes sense in my life at this point in time. You fathered my world, my son, and hence I am unable to hate you. Hating you means hating my son. The fact that you find me unattractive, that you see me as a little girl, with no experience. For the sake of my son, I just wanted to let you know that I don’t hate you and that I am prepared to be civil with you. So, let’s be civil, for Liam!” She said that and drank her wine, but the glass collided with Christopher’s palm, spilling the wine on her silky nightdress, revealing her perky tits through the silky material. Christoper’s mind was filled with filthy thoughts. He tried to resist the temptation to sip the wine that was dripping from her breast. His cock was already brittle and poised to rip the walls of a pussy. Immediately, his attention was drawn to Camila’s tits and the wine that was already dripping down to her pussy, her ass, and her thighs. His inner voice screamed, “Fuck!” Camila wanted to get down from the counter so she could change the dress. However, because she was perched on top of the counter, Christopher separated her legs and stood in between her thighs, peering up at her.

“I want to drink the wine.” That was all he said, his voice was deeper. Camila swallowed as she looked up at him, but then Camila was too slow to pick up on what Christopher was trying to communicate.

“Do you want me to help you pour?”

Christopher had a lustful look on his face as he gazed at Camila. That is when Camila realized what Christopher meant. Christopher drinking wine from her tits while trying to get down to where the liquid landed made her gasp out loud. Her gasp made Christopher’s cock twitch a few times. The wine had already made its way between her thighs. Camilla began gushing when thoughts of Christopher ripping it from her Vcard invaded her mind. Without even realizing that Christopher was wedged between her thighs, she pressed her thighs together in an attempt to keep the liquid from dripping down the counter and onto the floor… When she squeezed her thighs, she was also squeezing Christopher’s flexing ass along with her thighs. I groan left Christopher’s mouth as Camila was busily squeezing his flexing ass while trying to stop her spilling. The man groaned and wrapped his hands around her throat so tightly that he began kissing her. Despite his best efforts to keep the kiss harmless, the fact that Camila was

pressing her thighs into his ass made him lose all remaining self-control. Her mouth was tightly closed as he clenched her jaw and pressed his lips against hers, nudging her lips apart and burrowing deep into her mouth. The wine only enhanced the pleasure of the kiss. Christopher brushed his tongue across hers as he slipped it into her mouth. Camila began to shiver against him, her thighs clutching his hips as she squeezed her thighs and kneaded her waist. Christopher drew her close to him, forcefully holding her face in place for her to take his kiss. As Christopher kissed Camila, Camila did nothing except sit there and soak it all in with her whole being. He drew his head back and wrenched himself away from the kiss. His gaze remained locked on hers. Her body rocked against his, and the sensation was utterly exhilarating.