out and made all my muscles clench up, one by one. My thighs squeezed his head, my hands his ass, and my lips his magnificent cock.
All that sensation between my legs, the glorious sight of that dick slipping in and out of my mouth and the muscular legs beyond it, was too much for me to resist. I moaned right on the head of his cock as my pussy muscles started to flutter.
Ecstasy, pure and perfect, squeezed my eyes shut and made my legs quiver as Austin continued to fight off my panties’ attempts to regain lost territory and made my clit feel special with all that attention. I pulled my hands from his ass and grabbed his shaft with both of them, loudly and wordlessly whimpering on it as if I was a singer in a new genre of music.
My chorus faded away with the pleasure and I was left with my eyes half-open in a no-doubt dopey expression, my heartbeat thundering in my ears and a rigid shaft of manhood in my mouth. Bliss this exquisite shouldn’t have been possible. Now it was time to give as good as I had gotten, I was going to-
Snap! Snap!
The red silk ties that had captured the former heavyweight champion of MMA twanged as he broke them like they were nothing. His hands, held at bay for so long, were suddenly on me.
“Hey, those were expensive!”
“We can afford it,” he said, dismissively. “I can’t fucking take it anymore, I gotta fuck you like the dirty little wife you are.”
Austin unseated me easily, and I rolled to the side as he whipped his blindfold off, which was already a little askew anyway. His jaw dropped and his eyes scanned me from head to toe, with that obstacle was out of the way.
I bit my bottom lip, like the soaking-wet disheveled-hair post-orgasm schoolgirl I was dressed up as. Austin was consumed by unstoppable need, and I knew I was one little lady that was about to take everything an elite athlete could give between the sheets.
“If you went to my school, I would have sneaked into your room after your parents were asleep and made you the most well-fucked girl in your class.”
“My dad would-”
“Would have regretted interrupting us.” Austin finished for me.
He reached down to his legs and pulled at first one tie, then the other, snapping them as easily as he had the first two. Now completely free, albeit with thick silky red ribbons around his wrists and ankles, he reached out and gripped me by the neck, pulling me into a kiss.
I could taste myself on his lips, another piece of evidence that pointed to the crime of how hard he’d made me climax. He could snuff my life out with that grip on my throat, but all that power was so utterly devoted to me that I knew he never would. He was lightning in my bottle, a bullet in my gun.
With firm pressure, he guided me down until he let go of my neck and grabbed my legs, positioning himself between them more by moving my body rather than his. Austin pulled my calves up until I could see them up on either side of his head, his massive tattooed arms curled around like thick inked vines.
My toes curled and wiggled as he kissed and licked each leg in turn, paying special attention to the back of my knees, which he knew drove me wild. His skilled teasing brought me back from my post-orgasmic daze and made me focus on just how much more my husband was going to do to me.
Austin draped my legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, bringing my knees up near my head and pressing my breasts against my thighs. Curling his hand around the back of my neck, he pulled me into a kiss that pushed the limits of my flexibility and I could feel his heavy balls against my pussy.
With our lips locked together, he adjusted his hips and his weighty cock dragged downwards across my navel. The tip flicked across my clit, making me yelp into our kiss, and then that majestic thickness was stretching my pussy lips around it as he pressed forward.
As soon as the head of his stiff rod was lodged inside me, my husband pushed his entire length forward in one hard thrust that ended with the sound of bodies slapping together and filled me with cock. I broke off our kiss to squeal, and Austin