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“Again with the body shaming.”
“No shame, my beautiful wife.” He bends forward and licks me up to my crease. “None at all.”
“God, you’re filthy,” I say, shivering with desire.
Then I look back, and he’s standing behind me, his cock in his hand, stroking himself.
“Yes, I am,” he says, grinning evilly. “But here’s the thing.”
“What are you doing with that?” I ask, eyes bulging.
“You didn’t say my name. You resisted, and that means I’m not finished.”
“Nolan.”
“I’m going to fuck you, my little wife. I’m going to fuck you here in your kitchen until you give in.”
“And now with the health code violations. You want to get us shut down?”
He leans forward and puts a hand over my mouth. I grunt in surprise. “I want you to lick my palm.”
Excuse me, what? I try to say, but it comes out muffled.
“Lick my palm,” he says gently.
I hesitate, then I do it. I lick him, and lick him again, then he takes his hand away and begins to stroke himself. “Good girl,” he murmurs, rubbing my spit all over his shaft.
“I’m not sure you need that,” I say, blinking rapidly. I’m so turned on I’m pretty sure I really am dribbling down my thighs.
“Maybe not.” He presses his tip against my pussy. “But I enjoy making you obey.”
“You piece of—”
He slides himself inside of me, gripping my hips.
I groan as he fills me. Even after taking him in Vegas, he fills me like a thundercloud, thick and heavy. I arch my back as he takes me to the brim, bottoming out, holding me there. My pussy pulses around his shaft as he leaves me stretched, then he slowly begins to stroke.
“Lovely,” he murmurs like he’s talking to himself. “You feel so fucking incredible. What is it about this pussy I love to much?”
“Maybe that it’s attached to me? You love the sparkling wit that comes out the other end.”
“That can’t be it.” He grips my hair. “You’re mouthy. I prefer it when you’re moaning my name.”
“You’re such a prick, you know that?”
He fucks me faster, sliding in and out. God damn, it feels good, despite him being such a dick.
“I know you like to resist. You think it’s fun to fight me.”
“This isn’t fun. This is my life.”
“And yet you do it anyway, and you know why? Because the more you struggle, the better it feels when I finally take you.”
“Or maybe I just think you’re an asshole.”
“Maybe.” He leans forward, pulling my hair sharply. “But you like to get fucked by this asshole.”
He takes me faster, riding deep. I push back against him, panting as sweat rolls down my spine. He spanks me again with his cock buried between my legs, and it feels like absolute heaven. I lean back against him and he kisses me over my shoulder, his hands teasing my breasts, squeezing my stiff nipples as I grind down on his shaft.
