My Rented Wife

A Toast to Temptation

The mansion of the Carters radiated power and intimidation, its expensive chandeliers and longway halls were designed to impress. Claire’s hand shook slightly as Ethan walked her forward, his palm steady against the small of her back.

“Mother, Father,” Ethan said, voice smooth but edged with steel. “This is Claire… my wife.”

His mother stood up quickly, giving Claire a warm hug “You’re beautiful, darling. Welcome.”

But his father did not move an inch. His cold glare swept over her. “The Carter name demands legacy. I trust you understand that, Claire.”

Claire said “I do.”

Dinner was calm, each question was harder to answer than the last. His mother asked about Claire’s background. His father told her about her duty and do and don't, then his aunt leaned forward,

“So, when will we be hearing the footsteps of little feet? A child would make this marriage truly complete.” a son to the Carters.

An agreement followed. His father nodded firmly. “A child is not a choice, Ethan. It is an expectation of Carters to have an heir.”

The fork in Ethan's hand dropped . His jaw widened. Claire felt the anger from him.

“That’s enough,” he said , rising angrily. His chair screeched against the shining floor. “We’re done here.”

He got angry and held Claire by her waist and carried her to the penthouse.

He shut the door to the penthouse making the room quiet and not hearing his father's words. Ethan walked straight to the bar and took a bottle of high whiskey

“We did it,” he said darkly, tugging his tie loose. “They bought the story.” He reached for a bottle of whiskey.

Claire took off her heels, resting into the couch with a tired laugh. “Barely. Your aunt nearly choked me with all her baby questions.”

He handed one to her, their fingers brushing briefly. “To us, Mrs. Carter,” he said, his eyes lingering. “For pulling this off.”

She raised her glass, toast to a successful plan. They both clash their glass cups softly.

One glass became two. Then three. By the fourth, Claire’s cheeks became red, her laughter spilled out freely, and the sharpness of the evening melted into warmth.

“You’re good at this act,” she teased, resting into him on the couch, her shoulder touching him.

His eyes were staring at her lips. “It makes me want to—” He cut himself off, drinking his whiskey in one cup

“Want what?” she asked, her words soft, her courage fueled by alcohol.

He came forward and touched my lips and bit it and kissed me.

She stopped and took a breath, her glass cup broke as it fell from her hand's, His tongue slid against hers, causing a moan that only pulled him deeper.

Her body reacted to the movements, raising a leg over to straddle him. His breath raised, a rough touch and kisses exposing her thighs pressed tight around him.

“Claire,” he moaned, his hands holding her hips. “You’re making my c**k hard .”

The straps of her gown loosening. He touched his lips, kissing the bare skin he revealed, the slow drag of his mouth making her shiver.

She started to unbutton his shirt, impatient with drunken urgency, until he impatiently tore the shirt. Her palms touched over his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the pounding of his heart beat.

“damn, you’re gorgeous l,”

The whiskey made her bold. Her hands roamed his trousers zip

Tell me to stop,” he whispered against her skin, his tone sharp, trembling with restraint.

She met his eyes, pupils dark with desire. “Don’t you dare.”

That made him active. He carried her up, into the bedroom with a hunger that matched her own. They fell onto the bed, laughter with breathless gasps as their shoes, ties, and buttons scattered to the floor.

His mouth kissing hers again, deeper this time, his body pressing her down into the mattress. Her hands feeling his hard c**k,roamed across his chest, tracing muscle, feeling the heartbeat of his chest under her palms.

He forcefully removed my bra and slid up his hands over my breasts, using his thumbs to massage my n*****s. I quickened my pace on his zipper, removing his pants and boxers to the floor, I started to stroke his c**k, feeling his pulse against my palm.

He mourned my name in a loud tone – “Claire”, but I only had one feeling in my unadulterated lust. He raised my gown up my thighs and pushed me towards the bed.

Before I could say a word, he took hold of my hips, held his c**k, and took a step forward, thrusting it deep inside me.

I couldn't control the orgasm, I let out a loud moan – I've never felt this way before.

“Did you say something?” he said.

His hips slamming against my thighs so fast, deepening his c**k inside me.I could feel every inch of his hard c**k.

I could feel his c**k pulsating. “He's about to c*m but, I don't want him to pull out and he didn't either, but all of a sudden he pulled out.

“Stare at me” and finally I couldn't feel him inside me again, and then he said, “ask me to c*m in you and make you cum.”

I couldn't refuse it. I wanted every fluid of his c*m inside me.

“f**k me till our last night Ethan” I said.

I could feel him caressing my breasts again but, this time more in a pleasant way.

I was on fire; every part of me wanted his hard c**k.

“Spread your leg's Claire” he said

I widened my leg and placed both around his neck without hesitation. He pulled my hips close to him and used his tongues to eat my p***y, I was about to c*m, then he paused

“It's too early, don't c*m yet” he said

Then he pulled me close and deep, his c**k inside of me, I felt a strange feeling I've never felt before, he went deep, fast and hard.

“Say it. You want me to c*m in you, Mrs Carter.

“Yes Ethan every single fluid should be released inside of me” I said, f**k my wet p***y till you c*m in me, he pulled out using his fingertips around my c**t and deep it inside and licked his finger's and deep it inside back.

Shivers spread down my spine, then he thrust his c**k inside of me making me mourn his name, I could feel his c**k pulsating inside of me,he ejaculated inside me, I could feel the fluid inside of me rushing out massive, and deep my finger inside of my p***y and licked the cum.i wanted to test his c**k, as he ejaculated he groaned, pressing his erection on my mouth.

I released one hand and began to stroke his c**k, it was so hard and perfect in my palm

“I'm going to make you c*m again”, “I groaned, sliding down his entire c**k in my mouth and back against my throat. He let out a deep moan.

I was in my climax of orgasm, so I dragged him by his c**k to the bed, then I climbed the bed in a seductive way and poured lubricant on his d**k and my ass hole, then I told him to f**k me in my ass.

He held me by my hips and deep his c**k inside smoothly, then slammed my ass with his hips and I was so wet that I started to squirt, it felt so good I have already reached my climax. Then he pulled out, he made me c*m so much that it tasted so Good.

I was so exhausted and same goes to him

Ethan slept off and laid down beside him together on the same bed