Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

Vernon's saliva was mixed with the juice that kept leaking out of Chloe's pussy. Creating a taste that he liked so much, he slurped it a few times.

Slurp. Slurp. Sluurpp.

"Ah— Ahh… ahnnn!"

For every slurp Vernon made, Chloe felt her soul would leave her body through her pussy. It was a feeling of bliss that she wanted to have every day, every night, with this man.

Chloe wondered how Vernon could do something that was supposed to be gross— sucking her pussy— and make it look like he enjoyed it so much.

She opened her eyes slowly and saw Vernon's head buried between her thighs. His hands held her thighs to better control them as Chloe's legs kept trembling, closing, and spreading.

Vernon's mouth started making thrusting motions around Chloe's slit, making sure that his tongue swept inside her vagina and sucked the fresh juice right from the source.

Chloe felt this mind-numbing pleasure brought her to heaven, but the way he kept teasing her with his tongue— especially with his tongue cleaning her pussy out made her feel like she was in a neverending torment in hell of pleasure.

"Ahh! Ahnnn! Ummhhh!"

Slurp! Slurrp!

No matter how many times Chloe tried to muffle her voice, the ultimate bliss brought by Vernon's tongue was just too much, forcing her to moan as loud as possible, filling every corner of the foyer with her sweet moans.

Until she felt a strange sensation swirling inside her pussy, "Auhnn! AUHHHH! AHHH!"

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

Chloe screamed, and her body jolted when she reached climax. She released her pussy juices right into Vernon's mouth. Vernon didn't want any of them to go to waste, so he kept sucking and lapping her up until Chloe stopped convulsing.

He lifted his head and proudly licked the juice around his lips before he checked on Chloe.

Chloe's body was rosy-red right now, with her tits rising up and down, trying to catch a breath after experiencing a climax.

Her eyes were glazed with tears, half closed, before she closed them altogether. She was exhausted, still unable to get used to the pleasure.

It was too much, and drained her in an instant.

Vernon looked down to check on her wet pussy and then at his cock that had already leaked precum simply because he enjoyed slurping Chloe's pussy juice so much.

It had been a while since he fucked a pussy, and this would be the best time for him to do it.

He wanted to, in fact.

He wanted to rub her pussy with his cock before making that one strong thrust, burying his thick cock inside her wet pussy.

'She's gotten fatter too. So she shouldn't be as frail as before,' Vernon swallowed his saliva as he was trying to rationalize what he was about to do. 'Should I do it? Should I grab a condom and just fuck her right here, right now?'

Truth be told, he wasn't a patient man, to begin with. He could've just fucked her and ignored all his worries about her body.

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'No, she's not healthy enough,' Vernon reminded himself. 'She might be putting on some weight, but she's still classified as underweight right now. She has also experienced a traumatic event with my Big brother at the school….'

Vernon was putting all the reasons for him NOT to fuck her right now. He just couldn't bear to hurt the woman he loved, even if she might not refuse his advances if he wanted to right now.

"Chloe?" Vernon called her name, but Chloe didn't respond. He waved his hand in front of her closed eyelids. He realized that Chloe had fallen asleep, probably too exhausted after climaxing.

"Well, there you have it, my reason not to fuck her right now," Vernon whispered. He had a helpless chuckle before pulling his briefs up.

He buttoned Chloe's pajamas and pulled her loose pants up. He got up and carefully slipped his hands under Chloe's body to pick her up and carried her like his bride— well, he wished he could carry her as his real bride as soon as possible.

Vernon walked from the foyer to the kitchen and went downstairs. He walked into Chloe's room and gently put her on the bed.

He tucked her with the warm blanket and sat at the edge of the bed, admiring the beauty of his beloved woman.

Vernon used his finger to trace Chloe's face; her eyes were shut, and Vernon imagined the beautiful, sweet doe eyes that would look at him like he was the most dependable man on earth. Her cheeks were rosy and happened to be always rosy whenever they were together. Her lips were slightly parted, and he used his finger to trace around her lips.

His adam's apple bobbed again, and he lowered his head to plant a small kiss on her lips.

No matter how often he kissed her lips, he just couldn't get enough. He was already holding back a lot of times, as her health had the highest priority, much more than his pleasure.

"Well, I can wait, for now. I'll reap what I sow when she's perfectly healthy and ready to give herself to me," Vernon muttered.

He wiped the sweat around her forehead before getting up, ready to leave the room.

But he stopped on his track when he heard a ringtone. He darted his eyes at the drawer near the bed and saw Chloe's phone vibrating, she was getting a call.

Vernon frowned. He wondered who'd call Chloe late at night.

'Is it Vincent? But why?' Vernon wondered.

He stood in silence for a while, not wanting to check on her phone because he wanted to respect her privacy.

The call stopped for a few seconds, and the second call came in. Whoever this person was, they must be desperate to call Chloe.

Vernon clicked his tongue and walked to the drawer. He checked Chloe's phone and read the caller's ID.

Dorothea Gray.