We All Need To Appreciate Tremaine More

"Come on JoJo, you don't even have the decency to remember the names of your own employees!"

"Why the fuck would I want to remember the name of a guy who clearly was only seconds away from dragging my spouse---who clearly had no objections about it---into my bedroom?!"

This had been going on for almost an hour now; Joseph would throw another claim fueled by jealousy, hot-headed and not even thinking his words through nor their implications, and she would scoff at him, fuming as she threw back an equally biting reply, venomous tone lacing through her words. At this point, they were only going in circles, and Joseph only grew more and more aggravated as the post-party argument went on.

"Of course you would like it when he was kissing your ass the entire time," he sarcastically laughed, no hint of humor whatsoever in his voice, crossing his arms in his dress shirt as she sat on the bed, glaring at him as he paced back and forth, "Telling you just how brilliant you are and how sexy you looked, I bet, and---"

"Oh, shut the fuck up," she finally snapped, throwing her purse somewhere in the corner of the room where it landed with a dull thud, "I'm so sick of your voice. Why don't you come over here and put your mouth to better use?"

Momentarily stunned, the brunette stood still by the bed, green eyes blown wide open. After a few beats, though, he regained his composure and narrowed them, snarkily saying, "You know what? Maybe I will."

Sauntering over to her, where she was openly staring daggers into his face, Joseph wasted no time at all pushing her onto her back, large palms dragging the sides of her dress up to hook it up almost to her navel. He clicked his tongue, seeing her completely bare, folds glistening even in the dim warm light of the bedroom.

"Not wearing any underwear, huh? Wouldn't be surprised if you had this planned all along," he scoffed, though his actions showed no discontent as he leaned over her lower body, pushing himself up by the forearms and pushing her knees far appart, pinning them down with little force needed and spreading her bare in front of him.

She rolled her eyes, "So what if I had? Don't act as if you're not enjoying it," she gave a pointed glance to his crotch, a tent already forming in his black pants at the sight of her lying wet and waiting for him.

Not even bothering to verbally respond, he laid down on his stomach, lips instantly latching around her clit, sucking her nub into his mouth and pulling a strangled moan from her. He loved just how reactive she always was for him, and that thought alone pulled him into a haze as he let it go with a pop, his tongue tracing small figure eights that sent white-hot pleasure coursing through her body. Just seeing the way she writhed in pleasure as his teeth grazed her clit, he worked his tongue on her faster.

Though he was messy by nature, his enthusiasm more than made up for his lack of technique. He knew just how to make her feel good, and she found him rather enticing with his head between her legs, her hands tangled in his hair.

"You're---ah! Fucking lucky, you're... good at this," she panted, pulling at his brown locks, and he hummed into her sensitive nub, his prosthetic hand pinning one of her thighs down, the cool of the metal combined with the vibrations of his voice causing her to moan his name out loud.

Joseph's other hand deftly traced up her trembling leg, before finally deftly tracing around her dripping hole. She clenched around nothing in anticipation, silently asking him to please her. Lifting his head to glance at her flushed face and pert nipples against the silk of her dress, he smirked proudly, his index finger slipping inside her cunt, her lips falling into a perfect O shape as he pumped it carefully a few times and simultaneously sucked on her clit again, hoping to overstimulate her before she could even cum.

If her cries weren't so pornographic as he slipped another finger inside her, her walls clamping around him and pulling his knuckles in further, he would've called her an angel in that moment. His pretty little lover; only fucking her with his fingers and mouth, and yet already driving her mad.

Angling his long fingers and hooking them, he could finally hit that spongey spot that had her seeing stars and trembling in his hold.

"Joseph!" she cried out, head thrashing to the side, "Fuck, feels so good. Want more, 'n faster."

Closing his eyes, he could only oblige, a third finger joining the other two, pumping inside of her at a merciless pace, the knuckles bumping into every ridge in her walls, feeling heavenly as she pushed into him, almost fucking herself on his fingers. His tongue drew small but fast circles onto her pulsing clit, before pressing flat for a few seconds, testing out just how much direct stimulation could she tolerate---not much apparently, because he could already see the tell-tale signs of her impeding orgasm, and feel her pretty pussy squeezing his fingers.

His mouth detaching himself from her, she whined out, eyes glossy as she gave him a glare, though it looked weak when she was in a position like the current one. Joseph couldn't help but coo at her, amazed at just how quickly the roles had reversed.

"You take my fingers so well, don't you?" he teased, her slick mixed with his mess made her pussy squelch with every thrust that stretched her out, "I think you're all bark but no bite. Just look at you, making a fucking mess on my fingers when you were all high and mighty minutss ago."

Her walls fluttered around his knuckles, crying out a string of profanties as she came around his digits, thighs shaking and her hips threatening to push off the bed, her orgasm stretched out with each of his slow, calculated thrusts, even kissing her trembling legs and nipping at the soft skin as she rode out her high. Only when her violent shaking had been reduced to a slight tremble did he pull his soaked fingers out of her spasming cunt, making a show out of licking her arousal off them.

Her face turned to the side on the pillow, cheeks red as she looked away, her husband gave her a wicked grin.

"Come on, don't get all shy on me now, love," his grin only grew wider, his eyes glinting with a dangerous promise, "You should know that I'm nowhere near done with you."