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“You feel good,” she whispered.
It felt better than good. That was something I hadn’t anticipated before marrying Olivia. I’d never even imagine how good the sex could be after practicing together for years.
It was so easy. We knew each other’s bodies so well neither of us ever had to guess. I knew what aroused her, I could measure her desire by the steady beat of her pulse, I could tell by the faint shift of her hips when she was wet for me.
Something about her being in her thirties and me being in my fifties was the perfect spot and I was savoring it. We fucked every morning and night, especially now that I wasn’t in politics and had more time to spare. But this time, it wasn’t just me that woke her in the middle of the night for another round. She was ready and willing, even when her cycle returned after she got off birth control.
Now, I sank to the hilt in her and gripped her throat. Her lids fluttered and her eyes grew hazy. Her full mouth parted and showed me a flash of her pink tongue.
My cock throbbed in her slick pussy.
“Open,” I ordered.
Her lips parted. Her tongue slid out and I spat onto it, letting my saliva drip slowly into her waiting mouth.
“Swallow, baby,” I said.
She obeyed and I flipped her onto her knees, pulling her back onto my cock. She moaned as I pressed her back against my front and gripped her hip to keep her steady while I thrust into her hips. Hot, soaked ecstasy wrapped around my cock and my vision blurred.
She whimpered.
“Does it hurt, baby?” I panted.
“Yes,” she gasped, arcing, but not struggling. “It hurts.”
I fucked harder, pressing her down onto my length. Pulling out and slamming back in.
“Take it like a good girl,” I breathed into her sweet scented throat. “You know what I like…tell me how it feels.”
Her wine red nails dug into my wrists, holding on as I railed up into her cunt. “It hurts, Lucien, but I want it…I want your cock hard like this, pounding into my pussy. Make it hurt.”
I released her throat and pushed her down onto her knees, pressing her face into the bed. She groaned, taking my length in one thrust. I glanced down at her pussy, stretching to accommodate my size, and the sight had me leaking into her already.
“It’s too much,” she panted.
I slid my hand around her hips and found her clit and began stroking it. The tight muscles of her pussy relaxed and I took her hard, riding her relentlessly as my orgasm shot down my spine.
I fell over her, going still as as my cum spilled into her body. Sweat trickled down my back and beneath me, she writhed. Her lips parted, all bitten and swollen and beautiful. A little gasp escaped them as I rode the aftershocks of my orgasm out against her hips.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmured, drawing myself out.
She let me take her into my arms and stroke her hair. Her head settled against my chest.
“I’m so proud of you, baby,” I said gently. “Do you want a bath and a glass of wine?”
She nodded, swiping the makeup from below her eyes. She had a watery, satisfied smile on her lips when I kissed them.
I laid her on her back and retrieved a warm washcloth from the bathroom. She watched me with a hazy, sleepy look in her eyes as I wiped her sex clean. I bent and kissed her clit.
“Stay there,” I told her.
I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and went to fill the tub. When it was full of swirling bubbles and steaming water, I went to get my wife. She stood and walked past me before I could pick her up. I narrowed my gaze. Did she want more? There was a distinct swing to her hips as she sashayed past me and paused in the bathroom door.
I dropped my eyes. My cum was leaking down the inside of her leg.
Down to her fucking beautiful ankles.
To her perfect feet.
