She whimpers as her hands clutch the sheets, body trembling.
I push back inside her with my fingers, fucking her slow, curling deep. My mouth finds her clit again, tongue swirling, sucking, teasing until she’s clawing at me, sobbing out my name.
She’s right there, at the edge, her walls fluttering around my fingers, her body tense?—
And I pull out again.
Her scream is raw, wrecked, bouncing off the walls. “I swear, Carter Hayes, if you don’t let me come, I’ll?—”
“You’ll what?” I taunt, grinning as I wipe my mouth, sliding my soaked fingers over her lips. “You gonna punish me? Or are you going to do what you always do? Spread those pretty legs and take what I give you?”
She sucks my fingers into her mouth, chestnut eyes blazing, and moans around them.
My cock throbs painfully, my control hanging by a thread, but I’m not done with her yet.
She’s wrecked beneath me, hair stuck to her damp face, thighs trembling, chest heaving. I’ve pulled her back from the edge so many times she doesn’t even know which way is up anymore.
Christ, I can’t drag it out any longer.
I pin her hips down and dive back between her thighs, tongue latching onto her clit, relentless this time.
No more teasing. No more pulling away.
Just filthy, desperate hunger as I suck, lick, and grind my mouth against her.
I push two fingers inside her, sliding deep, curling, and stroking hard against her G-spot again. Her walls clamp down, her body arching, and the sound she makes—fuck, it’s a cry, a moan, a plea all tangled together.
“Come for me, baby,” I rasp against her, my tongue never stopping. “Give it to me, let me taste it.”
Her scream rips through the room as she shatters, convulsing around my fingers, thighs clamping tight around my head. She bucks and trembles, riding my mouth as her orgasm crashes over her, soaking my beard, soaking the sheets.
I hold her down and take every bit of it, groaning against her pussy like I’m the one coming.
She finally collapses back against the bed, gasping. I pull my fingers free and lick them clean, my cock straining so hard it hurts.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” I mutter, crawling up her body, kissing her thighs, her stomach, her tits, until I’m hovering over her again.
Her lips are swollen, eyes glassy, hair wild.
My beautiful, dramatic, insufferable wife.
I fist my cock, dragging the head through her slick folds, groaning at how hot and wet she still is. “You’re gonna take all of me now,” I rasp, my voice shaking. “I’ve been dying to get inside you all damn day.”
She whimpers, spreading wider for me, hands clutching at my shoulders. “Please, Carter. I need you.”
“Baby, you’ve got me.”
I press a soft kiss to her luscious lips, “You ready for me, darlin’”
She nods, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I chuckle against her lips, “Breathe for me, baby. You can take it.”
She sucks in a deep breath, obeying my command.
“Good, baby, now out,” I say, kissing the corner of her mouth.
She releases the breath she was holding, and with one slow, brutal thrust, I sink into her until she’s taken me inch by inch.
