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He moaned and rocked back toward me. “Please, Husband.”
“Please what?” I smacked the other side of his ass, the crack of my palm against lace panties and the skin beneath music to my ears.
He jerked forward, gasping.
“Please what?” I repeated slowly, the smirk tugging farther at my lips. “Do you want me to eat your pussy, baby girl? Stick my tongue in your tight little hole and get you nice and loose for my cock. Then, I can breed you until you’re full of my cum. Get you rounded with your husband’s baby?”
The whimpers that left his mouth were downright sinful and went straight to my balls, filling them. Fuck, there were so many things I wanted to do to him. He tested every ounce of control I had, which was a hell of a lot, except when I was with him apparently.
“Please, Husband. Daddy. Eat my pussy. Fill me up.” He glanced over his shoulder at me, hazel eyes pleading.
Delightful pleasure licked fire in my belly, and even if I’d wanted to resist him, I couldn’t. I was so desperate to get my mouth on him, I didn’t care about making him beg for it. In that moment, I would probably give him the world if he asked for it, which was fucking terrifying.
I dipped my fingers into one side of his panties, right where the apple of his ass met his thigh, and tugged on them before letting the elastic go again. The material slapped against his skin.
A gasp spilled from him. “Oh my God.”
“I can be your god,” I growled out gently, leaning over to nip the base of his spine, eliciting another whimper from him. “But I prefer to be your daddy and husband.”
He moaned, spreading his legs farther for me like the perfect wife. “Please, Daddy. Please. Eat my pussy.”
It was funny to see how easily he’d bent to my wishes. For someone who seemed to hate the idea yesterday, he was now eating out of my palm, and while he did that, I’d eat out his pussy.
I shoved the panties to the side and pressed the tip of my thumb against his barely visible hole between those round asscheeks. I pushed inside, teasing, and he moaned.
“Listen to you, baby girl.” I nipped his right cheek, then chomped down with my teeth to leave a claiming mark on the sensitive skin.
He reared forward, as though he was trying to escape me, and I grasped his hips, my nails biting into the dimples of his waist to keep him still. “Please, Husband.”
“I love it when you beg me. So pretty, Wifey.” I licked a stripe over the indents on his ass and kissed it to soothe the pain away. This time when I tugged at the material of his panties, I yanked so hard that the lace ripped, leaving a shredded hole right above his pussy. My tongue slid over my upper lip. Yum.
Gripping his cheeks with my fingers until my knuckles turned white, I opened him up so I could stare at his entrance, hungry for a taste. I leaned in, pressing my tongue flat over his hole, then licking up between his asscheeks.
He whimpered, reaching back, but I grasped his wrist and pushed his hand to his lower back. “Stay there, Princess. Don’t touch me or I’ll stop. Do you understand?”
He tilted his head back and let out a pained whine.
I squeezed his wrist tightly. “Say it, baby girl. Daddy needs to hear it.”
A shaky breath left his mouth, and after a few moments, he finally spoke. “I understand, Daddy.”
I petted the skin on his wrist with my thumb. “Good girl.” I tested his control by slowly letting him go, and when I saw he wasn’t moving his hand, I made a sound of approval. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?” I pressed a collection of whisper-soft kisses over his lower back.
He whined and dropped his chest to the seat, raising his ass higher for me.
I grinned wide and went to work. It started with slow licks of his hole, the flat of my tongue drenching the tight entrance of his pussy, before I spat directly onto it, getting it wetter and ready for my cock. His balls hung between his legs, drawn tightly toward his body, and I couldn’t help but stop to appreciate the sight. He didn’t have massive balls, not like mine, and they were nearly hairless. Still....
“Next week, you’ll go get waxed here,” I murmured, reaching between his thighs to cup his sack in my palm. A desperate moan vibrated from his chest and spilled from his mouth. “I want you nice and smooth around your pussy. Do you understand, baby girl?”
Somewhere underneath the warbled sounds was a confirmation.
Chuckling quietly, I twisted my body a little to get into a better position before I returned to feasting on his pussy. I gripped his cheeks tightly, spreading them wide to get better access. I stabbed my tongue into his hole, gently probing at first before I shoved it in as deep as I could. Pleasure coiled tightly inside me, a throbbing lust aching in my cock. While as a husband I expected my wife to take care of me, there were times when I was more than happy to return the favor.
Quin keened, a shiver racking his body from head to toe. He jerked back toward me, chasing my starving tongue, but I gripped his waist, holding him still. Whines filled the cab of the Hummer, and a sob fell from his lips. “Daddy.” My pet name was a prayer in his mouth, a word he echoed in all sorts of tones—from desperate to wrecked.
I nipped the inside of his asscheek, and he shot forward again, but I yanked him back by the hips. This lust-driven dance with him set my blood on fire, and I wanted to combust because there was no better way to go than in this moment, with my tongue doing wonderful things to his tight little pussy.
I sucked my forefinger into my mouth, getting it nice and wet, before I pushed it inside him gently. Next, I worked my tongue in. His loud moans were all the encouragement I needed, and I took it a step further, licking a trail of spit from his hole straight down to his fuzzy balls.
