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Each movement, each flick of my tongue brings a shudder from my master, as if he can’t bear the intensity of the pleasure.
But just when I thought I could bring him to the brink, I stop, my eyes never leaving his. “If you want to come,” I say, “you have to fuck me first.”
He stares at me for a moment as if considering my request before nodding. “Very well. But not in the way you want seeing as you’re toying with me.”
I feel a pang of disappointment, but I trust him. He moves behind me, his hands finding my waist, his fingers gripping me gently yet firmly. I feel the coolness of the plug he inserted earlier, and my body responds instinctively to his touch.
As he begins to move the plug within me, I can feel a rising tide of arousal. Each incremental movement brings a wave of pleasure, building until it’s almost unbearable.
His hand is now a blur as he slides the plug in and out of me, increasing the tempo with each passing moment. I’m gasping for air as his other hand strokes my clit.
Suddenly, I feel a finger slide inside me, finding my most sensitive spot, and I cry out, the orgasm hitting me like a freight train. My body shudders violently.
I’m a quivering mass of desire, my mind completely absorbed in the sensations coursing through me. But he’s not done yet.
As the waves of pleasure subside, I feel him pull out the plug, leaving me feeling slightly empty but eager for more. He positions himself behind me, his cock pressed against my ass, his hands gripping my hips. I can feel his hardness, the promise of the pleasure to come.
He pushes into my hole slowly, filling me up inch by inch, his member stretching me wide. I cry out, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as he takes me, possession complete.
His thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one pushing me further into a state of euphoria. I find my clit and stroke it slowly, easing the ache already building there.
As he lets go of my hips, I feel him grip my waist instead, pulling me closer to him. Our bodies are now one, our movements in perfect sync. The room is filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, our gasps and moans of delight.
The tension builds, and I know that the moment of climax is drawing near. “Please,” I beg, “fuck me hard, make me yours.”
He obliges, his thrusts becoming more forceful, each one driving deeper and faster into me. My body responds to his dominance, my wetness increasing with each passing second. I can feel his balls slapping against my ass, the sound echoing around the garden.
“That is so good,” I groan. “Give it to me.”
“You look fucking dirty with my cock in your ass, talking like that.”
“I don’t care. Just give it to me.”
The garden is filled with the sound of our flesh meeting, the scent of our arousal heavy in the air. I can feel his cock growing harder, stretching me to my limits.
“Harder, please, harder,” I plead, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
He responds to my request, increasing his pace, his movements more animalistic now.
I can feel the walls of my ass tightening around him, our bodies moving together in perfect synchronicity.
I can feel myself getting close, the pleasure building to a crescendo. “Yes, yes, fuck me harder, please,” I moan, my body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure. He continues to thrust into me, his cock hitting me with the perfect rhythm, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
As I feel the climax building, I move faster on my clit. The sensation is overwhelming, my body trembling as I feel an orgasm take hold of me.
“Fuck, yes,” I cry out, my body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure washes over me.
He feels my orgasm and, at the last minute, he pulls out. His cock throbbing with the need to release, he moves fast, aiming at my face, shooting a load of cum, coating my cheeks and lips with his hot, sticky seed.
My body continues to tremble from the aftershocks of the intense pleasure, my mind and senses reeling from the experience.
He reaches over and wipes the remnants of cum from my face, his fingers lingering on my lips. I open my mouth to taste his essence, savoring the salty sweetness of his release.
“That was incredible,” I say in a daze. “Why does it keep getting better?”
“Because you married me,” he replies, helping me to my feet. “Glad you did?”
“Yeah, but only for your money and your culinary expertise.”
He growls, swatting my ass lightly. “Not too soon to go across my knee again.”
“Fine by me but I think you need some time to recover first, old man?”
He spanks my ass before taking my hand in his, lowering me to the grass. “Let’s sit a while,” he says, putting an arm around my shoulder.
As we sit together, watching the day fade into evening, I realize that this, right here, is my definition of happiness.
A bustling household filled with laughter, a career that fulfills me, a partner who stands by me through thick and thin.
Oh, and I guess having an aching body sore in every way is pretty good too.
