Arousal and anticipation sent shivers dancing across my skin. I glanced across the bedroom at the large standing mirror, watching as my blush spread across my collarbone.
“You sure like to saymy wifea lot,” I teased.
Snaking his hand between my legs, he cupped my pussy, the thin fabric doing nothing to conceal how soaked I was. He slammed his mouth on mine for a scorching kiss, our tongues tangling, exploring, then, without a warning, he lightly slapped my ass.
My eyes flared. “What?—”
“Get over there, on your knees.”
I grumbled half-heartedly as I sauntered across the room before flicking a glance over my shoulder.
“Just so you know, I don’t get on my knees for any man. You’re the only exception, and I’m doing it because I want to.”
I lowered to my knees, holding his stare the entire time. He stood up and made his way over to me leisurely.
He palmed the side of my cheek, running his thumb over my mouth as he unbuckled his pants, the sound of his zipper sending a seductive echo through the space.
He fisted his hard length. “Whose pretty mouth is this, golden one?”
“Yours,” I answered, licking my lips.
His eyes heated and his cock visibly hardened. I couldn’t help a smug smile from spreading on my face.
“That’s the right answer,” he said darkly. “Open your mouth.”
His length was already dripping with pre-cum, and he smeared it over my bottom lip. I darted my tongue out and licked it clean, the musky taste going straight to my core.
“Mmmm,” I moaned appreciatively.
The arousal in his eyes matched what I felt, and I could see his pulse fluttering on his broad neck. He might seem cool and collected, but I knew he was at my mercy as much as I was at his.
He thrust all the way to the back of my throat without warning. I relaxed, welcoming his thick length. I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, sucking and moaning around it as he thrust in and out.
His hand slinked around to the nape of my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair and fucking my face like a manpossessed.
“Look,” he gritted, never easing his thrusts. “Look at who owns you.”
From my position, I managed to dart my eyes to the mirror. They widened as I took in our reflection, and I had to clench my thighs. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Nothing—fuckingnothing—came even close.
My swollen red lips wrapped around his engorged cock as he dominated my mouth. It wasso damn hot. Being on my knees for him. Pleasing him. I was so wet there had to be a puddle around me.
“I’m wrecking your mouth, but you’re wrecking me.” I gagged and choked, taking him in deeper. The sounds were animalistic as they climbed up my throat, desperate for his cum. He must have seen it on my face as I bobbed my head. Up and down. Panting and whimpering. “You want me to paint you with my cum, don’t you?”
I blinked, nodding furiously.
I’m ruined. I’m his. And he’s mine. Forever.
“Touch your pussy for me,” he grunted in between thrusts.
Without hesitation, I did as he commanded, pushing my fingers into my panties. My slickness coated my pussy. I circled my clit, humming in pleasure.
“You’re doing so good,” he praised. I moaned again and his nostrils flared. “Your mouth looks beautiful filled with my cock.”
He thrust faster and I rubbed my throbbing clit mindlessly, my muffled cries spurring him on.
I pushed a finger inside my clenching pussy, whimpering with an impending orgasm that threatened to erupt like a volcano.
My eyelids fluttered shut and he barked, “Eyes on us. Watch me smear my cum all over you, my greedy wife.”
