“You like that? You like me giving you permission to behave like a little slut?”
I glance down my body and catch her eager nod. It’s like an explosive going off in my head. My loins. She’s new to this, but damn, she can read the reactions of her own body, and oh God, she is definitely reacting positively to my approval to be the naughtiest version of herself in this moment. Her mouth isdelivering suction that I can feel in the hard center of my balls, those lips tight, stiff, working my meat, working, working.
“Open your throat, angel,” I say hoarsely, my fingers tangling in her hair, my ass flexing and straining every time I fill her mouth with hard flesh. “I know you can. I know you can.”
She mewls, struggling to get me deep enough. Logically, in my heart, I sympathize, because Christ, she’s never gotten on her knees for anyone before. On top of that, I’ve got an extra thick ten-inch cock. She’s taking as much as her small mouth will allow.
But I want that throat.
I’m burning for it.
And I know she wants to give it to me.
“Come here,” I growl, scooping her up off the floor by her armpits. Turning at the waist, I throw her down on the bed face up, her tits bouncing around, her hands curling into the sheets. That little cunt glistens between her thighs, so fresh and inviting. “Jesus Christ, I want to fuck you,” I say in a choppy rush, leaning down to spit on her pussy. “Send you back to work sore and sticky and limping. Who would stop me?”
“No one,” she gasps, crawling backwards a few inches on her elbows.
I follow quickly, catching her around the throat with my left hand.
“That’s right. No one,” I repeat, taking my heavy length in my right hand and beating it up and down, up and down, her wide gaze drawn there. Holding. Watching me jack off right above her face, my balls in a quick back-and-forth sway, moving in time with my strokes. “But I’m going to have that throat first, aren’t I? You want to give it to me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
I slap my fat dick against her mouth. “Yes, what?”
“Daddy,” she whispers.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I heave, slicking my length into her mouth, that title of honor ringing in my head, adding steel to my spine, my chest. I tuck myself past her puffy lips and back out, shallow drives that bring me to the beginning of her throat where she gags slightly the first few times before she relaxes enough to let me breach that part of her. Just barely. “Oh God. Good girl.Good girl, you’re letting me in. Just a little more.”
We lock eyes and I register the moment it clicks.
How to ease her throat muscles.
Two more of my inches sneak in, and she smiles around my shaft.
Lust drills me. Drills me in the basest section of my system. Because I’m teaching my girlfriend how to suck my cock in real time. It’s a fantasy. It’s a drug. But that worry over becoming an animal and losing myself in the desire I have for Vida is real now. Very real. Black bleeds inward from the edges of my vision, and I start to hump her little mouth, rocking into it with low grunts that don’t even sound like me.
“Yeah. Yeah. Suck that thick pole. Look at me while I face-fuck you.”
Her eyes glaze over as she jacks me harder, rougher, the rest of my dick breaching the sanctified land of her virgin throat, and now—oh shit—now I’m just all-out riding her face. I have to stop. I should stop. But her throat is so warm, and the friction is mind-blowing. My balls are bouncing off her chin, and they’ve never been harder, more ready to spill.
“Hang you from a lifeguard tower. Pound your throat. What else are you going to let me do, huh? You like making me insane?”
She blinks a yes up at me, her hand finding my balls and starting a firm massage.
Oh shit.
Dynamite goes off low and deep in my stomach, my spine going ramrod straight from the force of my sudden orgasm. I bear down and wail on her mouth with five hard, final pumps, and a flood comes ripping out of me. She keeps fondling my balls, her throat so tight and vibrating with her moans that when I tell you I see the face of Jesus, I am not exaggerating.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh my God. Fuck. Fuck.Vida.”
Wife.
That’s my first thought as I start to come down from the highest pinnacle of pleasure any man has ever experienced.This is my wife.Sign the check. Close the book. I’m done. We have an emotional bond that only gets stronger every minute we spend together,andshe can handle me at my most depraved? This kind of thing doesn’t happen outside of fiction.
I’m so sprung, it’s ridiculous.
Stumbling into love with her like I’ve tripped and fallen backwards down a water slide.
