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Piper’s eyes are wide as she places her hands on my chest and looks down into my eyes. Smirking, I grip her hips, flexing my fingers before I slowly graze them up her sides. I watch as gooseflesh follows my fingertips’ path until I reach her tits.
“Kyle,” she whimpers.
I feel her center grow wet against my cock, but I’m not ready to be inside of her yet. She isn’t prepared either. She will be, though. I slide my thumbs across her hardened nipples, my lips slowly pulling up into a smile as she exhales.
“What do you want, wife?” I ask.
She presses her lips together, her cheeks turning pink, obviously embarrassed to speak the words aloud.
“I’m the one who is supposed to ask you that,” she says, surprising me.
“Are you?”
I’m not quite sure why she says that, but I’m having a hard time concentrating as I tug on her nipples simultaneously. Her back bows, and I watch as her head falls backward slightly, a whimper escaping her throat.
“I am,” she says, her voice throaty as her head is still tipped backward while her nails dig into my skin.
Watching her, I enjoy the way she moves, her body searching for something she doesn’t quite realize she needs. It’s almost as if she’s putting on a show for my benefit, because her motions are a bit too smooth.
Frowning, I clear my throat. One of my hands leaves her tit and moves down to her cunt. Pressing my thumb against her clit, I start to move it in circles. Her hips buck as she cries out. I know she hasn’t toppled over the edge yet, but she’s close.
I want to feel her cunt squeeze my dick when she comes. I’ve yet to feel that sensation, and I want it tonight. Gripping her hips, I lift her slightly, aligning her center with my dick, and slowly tug her down along my length.
Gritting my teeth together, I try to keep from blowing my load instantly. I’m on the goddamn verge of completely losing my shit. I grip her hips tightly. Her nails sink farther into the skin of my chest, and I let out a hiss.
Instead of letting her take control, I move her hips the way I want. Slow and steady. Gliding one of my hands up her waist, I curl my fingers around her tit, gripping her tightly. She gasps as my other hand slips between us, my thumb pressing against her clit.
“Fuck me, Piper.”
The three words are a demand—an order. I want her to fuck me hard and fast. I want to watch her come. I want to feel her come, and then I’m going to fill her with my own cum. But she better fucking hurry because I can only hold off for so long.
Her hips begin to roll. She’s clearly unsure of her movements, and it’s cute as fuck. Holding on to her and circling her clit, I watch her, enjoying the show as she begins to find her rhythm. Her hips jerk, they buck, and then she gasps.
I know she’s close. I don’t let up on anything. I clench my jaw, I watch her, and I hope that she fucking comes soon, because I’m already seconds away from losing my load inside of her. Then she whimpers as her body begins to tremble.
“Come,” I grind out.
“I am,” she exhales.
“Say my fucking name. Scream it,” I demand.
She doesn’t say anything immediately as she continues to move, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier with each roll of her hips, then her entire body freezes and she gives me exactly what I want, twofold.
Not only does she come around my cock, but she does it screaming my fucking name, loud enough for the whole goddamn building to hear. And that’s when my orgasm rolls through me like a goddamn freight train.
“Fucking hell,” I groan as my cock twitches and my balls empty inside of her.
Piper collapses on my chest when I release my grip on her, then I feel her lips against my neck. Wrapping my arms around her, I don’t let her climb off me or go anywhere. I keep her right where I want her—on my fucking dick.
“What did you mean?” I ask.
“Mean?”
She lifts her head, her eyes finding mine, but I don’t release my arms from around her. She clears her throat, her gaze flicking to the side, then it slowly comes back to meet mine. I don’t know what she’s thinking, but I want to know.
“It’s my job to make you happy, Kyle.”
“Is it?” I ask.
