Chapter 27: Face Fucked and Fed
Paula's key had barely clicked in the lock when the door swung open. Dave stood there, his eyes dark with a hunger she knew all too well. He didn't say a word, just grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into the house, slamming the door behind her.
"Fuck, you're home," he growled against her neck, his hands already working the zipper of her burgundy dress. The fabric fell away, pooling at her feet, leaving her in just her bra and the lingering scent of Trevor's cologne and sex.
Dave didn't seem to care. His mouth was on her skin, kissing down her neck, across her collarbone, his hands grasping at her tits through the lace of her bra. "Tell me everything," he breathed between kisses. "I need to know every fucking detail."
"Dave, I'm so sore," Paula protested weakly, even as she arched into him. "That man fucked me into next week."
"Good," he said, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. Her tits spilled out, heavy and full, and he cupped them, thumbing her nipples until they stiffened. "I want to see exactly what he got."
He led her into the living room, pushing her gently onto the couch. Paula sank into the cushions, watching as Dave knelt before her, his eyes fixed on her body like she was the most precious thing in the world. He ducked his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand worked the other.
"Dave," she gasped, her fingers threading through his hair. "Fuck, that feels good."
He moved lower, kissing down her stomach, his tongue tracing a path to the waistband of her panties. No, not panties. Trevor had torn those off her. She'd come home commando, her thighs still slick with the remnants of their afternoon.
Dave noticed immediately. "No panties?" he asked, his voice rough. "What happened to your 'TAKEN' ones?"
"Trevor tore them off me," Paula said, tilting her hips up. "Kept them as a souvenir."
Dave groaned, pressing his face between her thighs. "That's so fucking hot. My dirty wife, coming home bare because some other man ripped your panties off."
His tongue found her clit, lapping at the sensitive flesh. But Paula winced, her pussy achingly raw from Trevor's relentless pounding. She pushed at his shoulders gently. "Dave, stop. I'm too sore. It hurts."
He pulled back, concern flickering in his eyes for a moment before it was replaced by something darker, more primal. "Your ass?"
Paula bit her lip, heat flooding through her at the suggestion. She'd never been a huge fan of anal, but right now, with her pussy throbbing from another man's use and Dave looking at her like he wanted to devour her, the idea was starting to appeal.
"You want to fuck my ass?" she asked, her voice low.
Dave nodded, his hands already working at his belt. "I want to be inside you somewhere Trevor wasn't. I want to claim some part of you that's still all mine."
That did it. Paula's breath caught in her throat. "Okay. Yes. But we need lube."
Dave practically jumped off the couch, racing to the bedroom and coming back with a bottle of lube and a condom. "I need you on the bed," he said, his voice strained with need. "I want to take you slow."
Paula let him lead her to the bedroom, her body tingling with anticipation. She crawled onto the bed, presenting her ass to him, arching her back so he could see every curve of her body. The small lotus tattoo on her lower back seemed to dance as she moved.
"Christ, you're beautiful," Dave said, his voice reverent. He popped the cap on the lube, coating his fingers generously. "Tell me if it hurts too much."
"Just go slow," she breathed.
His finger circled her asshole, pressing gently. Paula's eyes fluttered shut, her body tensing slightly before relaxing into the sensation. His finger slid inside, and she moaned, her hips pressing back against him.
"That's it," Dave murmured, working his finger in and out. "So tight."
He added a second finger, scissoring them, stretching her. Paula buried her face in the pillow, her thighs trembling. She was already so close to coming, her body hypersensitive from everything she'd been through today.
"I need your cock, Dave," she begged. "Please."
He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper. Then the cool slide of lube against his shaft. He pressed the head against her entrance, and she felt the first wave of stretching.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes. Yes, fuck me."
He pushed into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch. Paula cried out, her fingers digging into the sheets. It had been a while, and the fullness was overwhelming. But Dave was gentle, waiting for her to adjust before moving again.
"God, you feel so good," he groaned. "So tight and hot around me."
"More," she demanded. "Fuck me, Dave. Fuck my ass."
He withdrew almost all the way before slamming back into her, and Paula screamed, a mix of pain and pleasure tearing through her. Dave didn't stop, setting a rhythm, hard and demanding, each thrust driving her further up the bed.
"That's it," he growled, spanking her ass. The sound echoed in the room. "You like that? You like being fucked in the ass after taking another man's cock in your pussy?"
"Yes!" Paula sobbed, her body shaking. "Yes, Dave, it's so good!"
His fingers found her clit, rubbing in tight circles as he continued to pound into her. Paula came undone with a scream, her ass clenching around him, and Dave pulled her up, his chest against her back, his arm