a future, and over the years, we’ve delivered on both time and time again. But she also loves it when I talk dirty to her. It makes her crazy. And I love nothing more than driving her wild.
I let the smirk take my face, nuzzling my nose along the crease where her leg meets her body, relishing the musky dampness I can already see glistening on her folds, inhaling her, taking her into my every pore.
“Hungry for this pussy, ravenous for your cream when you come on my face.”
She arches, her hands wrapping tightly into my hair and holding me immobile, forcing me to her like I’m not so fucking willing to be right between her honeyed thighs.
I lick a line from her ass to her clit, swirling there as she moans, wanting to draw that sound from her again and again. I drink her down, gulping her essence and feeling like the luckiest man in the world that she chose me. At a time when she could’ve had anything, anyone, she saw me in the deepest darkness and chose me to shine her light on.
I’m a lucky motherfucker.
“Come for me, Carly. Cover me in your cum.” I flutter my tongue across her clit, stabbing two fingers into her so that her velvet walls can grip something and pulse against my heated skin as I tease that spot inside her that I know will send her soaring.
I feel the wave overtake her as she cries out my name, and I push her higher, wanting more, even as I shush her. “Quiet, don’t wake the baby because I’m not nearly done with you.”
She slaps one hand over her mouth, muffling herself as the sounds pour from her lips.
Finally, I give her a reprieve, moving up her body to swallow the sounds myself. She moans at the taste of herself on my tongue, licking at my lips. My dirty girl likes that, says she adds sweetness to the dark flavor of my kiss, my skin.
Her hands grip my ass, trying to pull me into her where our bodies are aligned. I tease her, giving her just the crown of my cock, loving the way she stretches around me, trying to pull me inside.
“Please . . .” she begs, “More.”
I reach down, grabbing her legs and pulling them up. She smirks and bends her knees, letting them rest damn near by her ears. It’s been a while since she’s had to hustle on the streets, but she’s kept up with her karate and stretching, and we take full advantage of her flexibility every chance we get.
This position puts her pussy on display before me, softly coral pink and so fucking slick she gleams in the afternoon sunlight as I hold her ankles.
I slip my cock through her folds, hissing, “This what you want?”
Her moan tells me she’s reaching her threshold for teasing. So I give her what she needs, shoving my thickness into her in one thrust. “You want this cock filling you up, railing this pussy until you can’t walk straight tomorrow?”
She bites her lip, nodding, and I know it’s to keep herself quiet. I bend forward over her, kissing that lip, soothing the red puffiness from her teeth. “Tell me.”
She grins, arrogance in her tone but lust in her eyes as she digs in with her fingernails into my ass, delicious pain behind my wife’s order. “Fuck me, Kyle. I need you to fuck me.”
I thrust into her, the feeling of being inside her soothing the last vestiges of damage that remain from my past. With her, inside her, I am whole in a way I’d never dreamed would be possible.
I’m lost and I’m found with her.
“That’s it, take me deep in that sexy little pussy, wife. Squeeze me tight, milk the cum from my balls.” I can feel her clenching, walls tightening against my thickness and forcing me so close to the edge.
“I need you to come again for me. Touch yourself and fall with me.” She wiggles a bit, getting her hands between her legs, one spreading her lips wide and the other swiping across her reddened clit.
My eyes flick from her pussy to her eyes, back and forth . . . sexy as fuck in both places.
Her eyes roll, lids fluttering as she cries out loudly, “Oh, my God, Kyle!”
I don’t shush her this time, too gone myself to worry about our volume. And her trembling walls do as I demanded, milking me in waves from my root