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 ites 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. Iunched 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 nced 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 cing 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 almostpletely depleted.
“Can you show me where your cer is?”
She bit her lower lip and pointed towards the direction where the cer 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.
Cam Christopher Grayston can suck. My wife can suck a man’s brains out.
*******
In no time, Christopher came back with the wine, and he parted Cam’s legs and stood in between
her legs. Cam 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 be ustomed 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 epted as her fate. Cam 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 ss to her face and stared Chris in the eyes. She broke into fits ofughter. 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.”
Camughed, and then she went on with her story. “I don’t me you that you don’t find me
attractive enough to exercise your waist.” She smiled once more and ced 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 ss 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
Cam’s tits and the wine that was already dripping down to her pussy, her ass, and her thighs. His
inner voice screamed, “Fuck!” Cam 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.
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“I want to drink the wine.” That was all he said, his voice was deeper. Cam swallowed as she looked
up at him, but then Cam was too slow to pick up on what Christopher was trying tomunicate.
“Do you want me to help you pour?”
Christopher had a lustful look on his face as he gazed at Cam. That is when Cam 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. Cami 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 Cam 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 Cam 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. Cam 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 ce for her to take his kiss. As Christopher kissed Cam, Cam 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 exhrating.