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“Ummm.” I pant, letting my fingers graze my slit.
“Play with your pussy lips, little wife.”
Again, I rub down the center. Instantly I feel wetness slipping free, making my fingers drip with my essence.
I suck my tummy in, trying to quell my reaction. I just can’t stop looking at him watching me, his eyes going from my face, trailing down my body, missing none of my response. His dick rises hard and proud from the nest of his curls.
“She’s hungry. Push a finger into her greedy little hole. Feed her,” he growls, his eyes trained on my pussy like she holds the secrets to the universe.
“Ah,” I gasp, stroking my finger inside, my muscles clenching greedily like he said. I start finger fucking myself, loving the way he bites his lips, slowly jacking his dick, unable to tear his eyes away from what he’s making me do.
“Your finger looks lonely, and your greedy-ass pussy needs more. Add another, baby. Give her what she needs.”
I add another; its way has already been eased by my other finger.
“Don’t hide from me. Open wider.” His hands move faster. His voice has dropped so low, it could be coming from the depths of hell. “Yeah, just like that. If only you could see how your pretty little pussy’s sucking your fingers in. I can’t wait to push my dick in you and watch how you take me.” His eyes are like smoke now, watching my fingers move in and out of me. “Press that raised patch, rub it while you fuck yourself.”
“What?” I don’t even know what he’s talking about.
“It’s just inside, behind your clit, press there.”
Confused I try. It feels good, but I don’t know how to do what he’s asking, I don’t feel anything different because I’ve never touched myself like this . “I can’t reach it. I can’t—”
He’s there in an instant, staring at me intently. “I got you, little wife.” He moves my hands, replacing my fingers with his.
He has me squirming in seconds. His strong fingers have no problem finding the spot. He pistons in me, dragging across it again and again. Then he’s twisting his fingers and, with his other hand, thrumming my clit. “So innocent, so sweet, but you’re going to be a little whore for me, yeah?” Applying just the right amount of pressure, along with insistent attention to my hard little nub, he pushes me shattering over the edge. I might as well be a space cadet because this mean motherfucker I married thrusts me into another stratosphere.
“My turn, wife.” Pulling me to my knees, he makes me sit on my haunches. He comes to his knees, our height difference never more evident because even now, he rises over me.
His dick is level with my face. It’s the most magnificent thing I have ever seen. It rises from his thick nest of curls like the Tower of Pisa, drifting a little to the side, far past his navel. Dusky and tan, long, thick, its veins full, pulsing, ready to take me in any way he desires. The tip pearls, and when a drop slips free from the crown, I lick it before it can roll down the side.
“You’re so attentive, little wife.” He cups my chin, making me look into his hypnotic gaze. “I knew you’d be. Always so eager to please me.”
His mouth holds no kindness, and I know he doesn’t mean it as a compliment, nor can he deny the effect I have on him. It’s like he resents me for it. Like he wants to punish me for him wanting me so badly. Some sick part of me is glad he can’t find the will to deny me any more than I can deny him.
“Open your mouth.” He applies pressure to my cheeks, making me comply. He needs to take it. I show him I’m willing to give.
Opening my lips, I offer him my mouth, flattening my tongue, letting him slide his dick all the way to the back of my throat.
My eyes sting, my nose burns, my throat spasms, but I’m not a quitter. When he grabs my ponytails, wrapping them around his fist, and holds me there with his dick pressing into the back of my throat, I don’t buck. I relax my muscles, willing myself to breathe through my nose. I inhale the scent that is purely him, the soap, the musk, the faintness of his seed.
My needy pussy aches, swelling, wanting to be filled. Tears form and spill down my cheeks and into my curls as I work to take him.
“There she is,” he whispers, his eyes clocking every nuance of my expression. Slowly he drags his dick almost all the way out. With cool deliberation, he pushes back in, only to repeat the movement again and again, unhurriedly and methodically in and out, then out and in until wetness is running from my lips and filthy slick sounds fill the room, along with my moans and his groans.
“You’re so beautiful like this. I love the way you suck my dick, babe,” he praises me, his hands a heavy caress in my hair. The muscles in his thighs strain as he takes his time gliding his dick over my lips, tongue, and down my throat.
I want more, though. My body is craving the roughness he made me love earlier.
He doesn’t stop me when I pull away. His dick it wet and messy from my efforts. I turn my gaze to his. I can’t read him. Not like I used to. He says nothing, just watches me with the same intensity from earlier.
“Fuck my face.” The words are out my mouth before I can be embarrassed or ashamed I uttered them.
Surprise colors his features for a moment. Then his hand snakes out, cupping the back of my head. “Flatten your tongue. Don’t swallow until I tell you to.”
The moment I do, he shoves his dick down my throat in one fluid thrust. Capturing the other side of my face as an anchor, he starts driving his shaft into my mouth. He fucks my mouth like he does my pussy—without mercy.
He takes ownership of this wet opening like he’s taken my body: careful not to break me but using me as he desires.
