She smiled at me, her eyes bright with admiration. Every time she looked at me like that, I felt like I could fix anything. With that look, I knew I’d do anything to give her what she wanted.
“Yes. I trust you, baby.”
“Good. Happy wife, happy husband. Sad wife, angry husband, and bullets in people’s heads. Now, can I eat my pussy and giveyou this good night dick, Serenity?”
“Crazy man,” she laughed, her hands sliding to my neck.
“Yes… but I’m your crazy man, and you love me, right eh?”
“I do,” she whispered, moving her lips to mine.
I leaned in and claimed her mouth, kissing her deep, my tongue sliding over hers. God, I loved this woman with everything in me.
Leaving her lips, I trailed kisses down her neck to her chest, unbuttoning the shirt she’d borrowed from me. There was something about seeing her in my clothes, my scent lingering on her skin, that drove me wild.
I kissed my way down her stomach, making a path right to her center where my pussy waited for me. Slipping my hands under her ass, I pulled her to the edge of the bed. Kneeling in front of what I wanted most, I was already hungry for her taste.
“Bon appétit à moi,” I said before diving in.
My tongue slid between her folds and I ate every drop she offered. I covered her pussy with my mouth, licking and sucking, again and again. Then I attacked her clit, sucking and tugging, refusing to stop.
“Oh shit, Konflict… I like it…” she moaned.
“Hmmmm… you like it, my love?”
“Yeah… I fucking like it, baby…”
She gripped my head, adding pressure as I worked her. My tongue dove into her slit, tongue-fucking her over and over until she was nothing but moans and need.
“Ahhh… fuck… It’s… fuck, baby… You know I won’t last.”
“Hmm, I know, Mama. Come on this tongue whenever you want, okay?”
I licked her deeper and faster. My fingers pinched her clit, then massaged it as I kept licking. I sucked, licked, nipped, moving my head side to side, my tongue working her pussy until she was trembling with need. Then I slid my fingers inside, fucking herwhile my mouth stayed on her clit, pushing her higher. When her legs started to shake, I knew she was close.
“I’m about to come, baby…”
“Hmmm… give me your juices, Serenity. I’m here for it. Come, baby.”
I pressed against her G-spot, worked her clit harder, until she broke, coming all over my tongue.
“Oh… Fuckkkk…”
“There we go… Give me all of it… This pussy is ready for me, yeah?”
When I’d licked up every drop, I stood and quickly stripped off my pants, then slipped back between my wife’s thighs. I caught her hands and pinned them to the mattress. My lips, still wet with her essence, found hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
“You want your goodnight dick?”
“Y-yes, baby. Give it to me.”
I reached for my dick and lined it up at her entrance. In a few slow thrusts, I slid all the way inside, filling her completely.
“Gentle or savage?” I asked.
“Put me to sleep, Konflict,” she answered, her voice ragged.
I knew exactly what she wanted, so I started thrusting into her, hard and deep. I beat that pussy with no mercy, as if it owed me and was trying not to pay up. Dropping to my knees, I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and fucked my wife—hard. Like a starving man who hadn’t seen a pussy in years. Serenity’s cries filled the room.
