EroticReverie

Sailor Grace Sellis

Maxie and Fabiola begged me to come along but I denied them and laughed at their broken hearted puppy dog pouts. 

Twenty minutes later, I'm picked by an uber and brought back to the hotel where we defiled one another for hours last night after our wedding. His friends included in the first defiling. I wiggle in my seat, thighs pressed together at the thought of that. Yeah, Maxie and Fabiola flipped when I told them that part. 

We pull up to the fancy hotel and a woman a bit taller than me with brunetter hair, in a pencil skirt and high necked grey blouse clicks her heels across the pavement. 

"Miss Sellis?" she asks and I lift my brows. 

"Uh, that's me." I lift my hand with a little wave. 

"I'm Margaret, Tucker's publicist...you can come with me." she says and I nod. 

"Uh, yeah, sure." I say and then follow her into the hotel's lobby and then to the elevators.

I'm quiet the entire walk to the elevators, and we file into them with a few other people, stopping floor after floor, till we get off last at the very top floor. 

I chew my lip as she stands there scrolling through her phone and punching out text messages. I'm standing in a piar of short jean shorts and white spaghetti strapped tank top and plain white sneakers, my cell tucked into my back pocket as I follow her out into the entrance hall of the penthouse suite and pushes open the door which is already left open a crack. 

"Honey, I'm home!" I call, blurting out the ridiculousness, and Margaret turns her head giving me a questioning look and then forcing a smile and fake laugh. Okay, she doesn't think I'm funny, but the chuckle I hear from inside the suite in another room, let's me know that my husband thinks I'm a fucking riot. 

A few seconds later, Tucker Sterling is rounding the corner out of a small side room and into the main living area of the penthouse suite. All six foot five of him, his dark hair, far from the touseld wild mess it was this morning when I left him asleep in his bed. His blue eyes are as bright as his shiny white perfectly straight teeth as he beams at me. 

"Sweetheart!" he says jokingly and I laugh as he opens his arms. 

I hear a small little huff from Margaret.

"Yes, well, have your reunion and then come to the office." Margaret says as her heels click away on the tiles and into the office and closes the door. 

"She does NOT like me" I whisper to Tucker. 

"Yeah, well, she HATES me" he says and I give a laugh and he walks over to me and I yelp as he grabs my waist and picks me up right from the floor and my arms reach up and I wrap them around his neck, my legs going around his waist. 

"what are you doing you big idiot?" I laugh as he slides a hand up my back.

"Getting all I can out of you before you leave my ass" he says and I smirk and then he's pulling my head towards his as he cups the base of my head and the nape of my neck. 

"Are you trying to make out with me right before our divorce?" I ask and he grins and nods. 

"Yup." he says and I shrug. 

"Guess it's the least I can do for breaking your heart" I say playfully.

"Mmmhmm" he says and then carries me away from the office we're expected to be in right now and towards his bedroom as I bring my mouth to his. 

"your co stars are so lucky" I hum against his lips and he chuckles and then he's closing the door and carrying me to the bed as he parts my lips with his tongue. 

"How dare you leave me alone in bed this morning." he says as he drops me and my body bounces as I laugh , and he hovers over me, leaning down and kisses me again as his hand slides over my stomach, and his fingers start to undo the buttons on my shorts. 

"I deserved a morning after my wedding fuck" he says and I laugh as he pushes me down and then grabs my shorts and then yanks them off my legs. 

"Arent we supposed to be in the office?" I ask with a laugh.

"nope, you're right were you're supposed to be...on your back...doing your wifely duties" he says and then snags my panties and pulls them down my legs. 

Okay, so I had not expected this, at all. But I sure as hell wasn't going to turn him down if he wanted one last round. 

"wifely duties?" I ask. 

"Mmmhmm" he says as he drops my panties and then pushes my legs apart. Looking down, he smiles at my pussy.

"There's the love of my life." he says and I laugh as he snatches me and brings me to the edge of the bed as he unzips his pants, pulling a condom out of his back pocket before droppinghis pants and boxers and I bite my lip with a wicked grin as I stare at the A List cock in front of me. 

"Your dick deserves it's own hollywood star" I say with an appreciative breath. 

He laughs and then rips the foil square.

"Does it now?" he taunts as he rolls the condom on and tosses the wrapper to the floor.

"Most definitely." I say and he smiles, then reaches down and I'm already licking my hand to add to the moisture already gathering between my legs. I slick my pussy with my saliva and he groans and then pushes the head of his cock inside of me. 

I arch my back immediately and clutch the edge of the bed. 

"Oh shit" I gasp as he groans and eases into me further, just a bit more before plunging deep inside of me. 

"fuck!" I yelp as his thick cock stretches me, as my walls remember him, clutching around the best dick I've ever had. 

"hell yes" I pant. "fuck your wife Tucker" 

He groans and then is grabbing my waist and thrusting, long deep strokes, they're fast and hard and my back is bowing, my pussy  a firm fucking believer in the lord as the man fills me to the fucking depth of my cunt, making me feel him in my stomach. 

I let my self enjoy it, the fucking pounding he's giving me as I let my head go back, my tits bouncing in my tank top as he makes my body jerk with each thrust. 

"holy shit" I half moan and half laugh, fucking delirious over his dick. 

"fuck that pussy Tucker" I moan as I lift my head and look at him and he's groaning, his eyes lifting from his dick is drilling my pussy to my eyes and I grin. 

"fuck it like you own it Tucker" I say, pushing up on my elbows, so I can watch him, and watch where our bodies meet, where he fills me over and over with his thrusts.

"Tucker!" I hear the female publicist yell and Tucker groans as he goes harder and I gasp, looking at him, our eyes on one another as we listen to the clicks of her heels cross the tiles.

"fuck me, fuck me, don't stop" I pant quietly. 

"I wont, not till your cumming on my dick" he promises and I moan and then the woman raps her knuckles on his door. 

"tucker" she hisses. "You can do whatever you're doing AFTER the meeting" she yells through the door. 

I throw my head back and grab my tank top and lift it up and off my, over my head and my arms as I toss, exposing my tits, just incase he's thinking about stopping, something more to sweeten the deal.

"Five minutes!" He yells over his shoulder without taking his eyes off my breasts , and reaches up, grabbing them as he keeps fucking me, the slap of his balls on my ass, the evident sounds of sex that I'm sure his publicist can hear. We hear an annoyed huff and he grins down at me. 

"love your tits" he grunts and then grabs them, and slaps them one at a time as I cuss and I throw my head back and I picture last night, the way him and his friends took turns slapping my tits as they fucked my mouth, the way they all smacked my ass, taking turns on my cunt, taking turns inside of my ass. I moan as I clench around Tucker's dick. 

"fuck your wife like a whore Tucker" I moan and he groans loudly.

"there's that dirty mouth" he groans and pinches my nipples and then grabs my waist hard and fucks me faster, harder, and I let out a scream.

"fuck me like a dirty fuckin whore Tuck" I cry out and he groans loudly, and slaps my thigh and then grabs my ass in both hands as I buck my hips and he lifts my ass from the bed, angling my body up towards him as he pounds into me, my hands grabbing his arms as I smile up at him, my smile being broken here and there by the way his cock makes me face twist with pain and pleasure and I grit my teeth and growl. 

"fuck me harder" I demand and he curses.

"Fuck, jesus christ, you take dick too fuckin well you little slut" he groans and I laugh and moan and then let out a cry as violently thrusts making me lose my mind. 

I'm cumming hard on his cock in seconds as he thrusts, jerking his hips, cumming with me seconds later as my body shakes and I let out little cries that I can't control as everything fucking spasms, and I feel the warmth flood through my body, the content buzzing of perfect orgasm afterglow as Tucker drops my hips and leans over still inside me.

"im gonna put a star for this pussy next to the one for my dick" he says and kisses my tits and I laugh and moan, writhing as he kisses up my neck.

"Thanks for the pre-divorce sex" I hum as he kisses my mouth. 

"no, thank you" he says and kisses me again and I smile against his lips. 

"will there be after divorce sex?" I ask and he grins.

"Of course, I still havent said goodbye to your other holes yet." he says and I grin.

"Will I get to say goodbye to your friends cocks too?" I cock my brow and he grins. 

"If you're a good girl." he whispers. 

"Oh, I'm a very, very good girl Tucker, you know that." 

"Hmm" he says and kisses me. "Filthy yes...slutty...most defintely...good? verdict is out on that." he teases and I laugh and bite my lip. 

"Well....let's go get divorced...my ass is getting jealous of my pussy Tucker." I say and he groans.

"Fuck" he heaves a breath and groans as if he's thinking about taking it right now and I laugh and pat his chest. 

"Let's not make your publicist hate me anymore than she does, I promise you can bend me over and make me your anal slut afterwards." I grin. 

"I think I hit the jackpot...not sure I want a divorce" he jokes and I laugh and push him off me. 

"Alright lover boy. Put your A List dick back in your pants." I say and he laughs. 

"Yes wife. As you wish." he winks.