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Determined to make one of his favorite sexual pastimes last as long as possible, Lukus kept his rocking motion shallow, allowing his wife time to get into a nice blow-job rhythm. Ready to take things to the next level, Lukus held her face tighter as he slipped another inch into her waiting warmth. Again and again, until the gurgling sounds Tiffany was making as she tried to accommodate his girth and length threatened to have him shooting his wad much too early.
Grateful they’d already had sex twice that day, he pulled out to the tip, letting his girl grab a deep breath as the first line of spittle spilled from the corner of her mouth. He knew the tears threatening to spill over and down her cheek were from her exertion, not because she was upset. Soon, she would have a beautiful streak of mascara running down that cheek, making it harder for him to hold off coming since the sadist in him loved to see her cry.
Deciding to take their oral fun to the next level, Lukus leaned down to the bench and picked up his leather belt. He saw a flicker of fear in her eyes as she thought he might belt her ass as he fucked her throat, but he had other ideas for his belt. Looping it around her neck and under her long hair, Lukus pulled on the ends of the leather, effectively using it as a leash to yank her mouth forward until the tip of his penis crashed into the back of her throat.
Tiff’s gag reflex kicked into action as she struggled beautifully to accommodate his cock. Those tears he’d been admiring fell, taking her black mascara with them as he held her face against his body for several long seconds. He knew it made him a caveman that her sputters for air as he released the belt long enough for her to take several gasps only made him harder.
Back he went, filling her again—each stroke deeper, longer. The belt ensured he remained in control of the action, pushing her to the tippy edge of her comfort zone just before giving her another sip of air. The deeper he thrust, the more he expected to see panic in her eyes. When he saw only submission in those ocean-blues instead, he knew how very lucky he was.
It would be so easy to fall into his own climax, shooting ropes of cum down her throat like he had many times before. But as tempting as that was, he knew she deserved to come, too. After almost coming when she swallowed around his shaft, Lukus pulled the belt away from their bodies, allowing his rod to plop out of her mouth as she gasped again for air.
Lukus scooped her up into his arms to carry her just the few feet back to the bench at the end of the bed. He had plans to reenact one of their first times together. Lukus laid her at the end of the bench, letting her recline into the tall armrest he’d flogged her against earlier. This time, he folded her legs up and over her head.
“Grab your ankles, baby. I’m gonna take you for a hard ride.”
He didn’t need to instruct her twice. Despite her still trying to catch her breath, she reached her hands up, grasping her ankles and spreading herself open like the gift that she was.
Her bald pussy was drenched. She didn’t need any foreplay to ensure she was ready for him, but he leaned down to suck her clit into his mouth anyway, loving how she bucked her hips off the bench wildly as he latched on for the ride.
“Holy shit, that’s it! I’m gonna come!” she shouted loud enough for anyone walking in the hall to hear her.
Lukus released her immediately, drawing an angry growl from the little spitfire beneath him. Kneeling on the bench himself, he was done being patient. He needed to be inside her.
Their joint cry when he bottomed out would surely be heard by their neighbors. He set a fast pace, pistoning his bride so hard that he was losing his balance. He finally leaned forward over her, grabbing onto the armrest of the bench and using it as leverage.
“Oh shit… that’s it… Lukus! Fuck yeah… I love it when you take me like this.”
His breath hitched as he reminded her, “And I love your dirty-talk rants, baby.”
The wet slapping together of their bodies was the perfect soundtrack for their honeymoon. He knew from the ecstasy in her eyes that Tiff was about to fall into her orgasm just as the bench started rocking so hard from his thrusts that it was crashing against the footboard of the bed with a rhythmic crack, crack, crack.
Tiff started giggling first, but his chuckle wasn’t far behind.
“OMG, you need to stop. We’re breaking the hotel furniture!” she tittered, trying to lower her legs.
Lukus held her in place, refusing to let the racket deter him. “Who the hell cares?”
“I do! They’ll all make fun of us as the honeymooners who broke the bed having wild monkey sex!”
“Even better,” he answered truthfully. “Just wait until they hear you screaming like you always do when I fuck your ass later. Now… stop distracting me, I need to…”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence. White spots filled his vision of his wife’s face as the first spurt of jizz left his body, buried deep inside her. Refusing to come alone, he found her puffed clit and pinched it, grunting, “Come, now!”
Tiffany arched her back off the bench, growling her own pleasure just as the banging of the furniture finally came to a stop.
Letting her legs fall around him, they both collapsed into a sweaty heap of limbs, each taking deep breaths as they came down from their high.
His wife spoke first. “I can’t believe how loud that was. I really do think we broke the bench.”
Finally possessing enough energy to lift himself up and look down into her beautiful face, Lukus teased. “I think we should head into the shower and see what we can break in there next.”
Chapter Four
Lukus
“Tiffany, come on! It’s already five after six. We really shouldn’t be late when we only have to take a flight of stairs to our destination.”
Not for the first time did Lukus find himself regretting agreeing to meet the owner of the club for happy hour. If he knew how to get ahold of the guy, he would have called off, but it was too late now.
