He flattens his tongue and swipes from my clit to my asshole. It’s so hot and dirty. If anyone were to call the elevator, we’d be fucked. They’d see my husband kneeling behind me, eating my pussy and ass like it’s his career of choice. Devouring, slurping, and making noises that have me flushed and wanton.
I’m desperate for these moments, and they’re all mine. I don’t have to share them with anyone.
“You’re my favorite meal of the day, Josephine. Every time you bend for me, I never want to leave your thighs.” He grips both of my cheeks and spreads them, rimming me and biting on each cheek for good measure.
“So fucking delicious. So fucking mine,” he grunts and dives back in. I wiggle against him, wanting more friction, more pain, just more. He slaps my ass, hard. The sound making me wetter.
“Fucking greedy little pussy, isn’t it?” I moan around the fabric and watch in the mirror as he smiles devilishly. I feel his fingers slide from my ankles all the way up to my thighs. He rubs the spot he bit and sucked earlier.
“Marked up, imprinted, all mine,” he coos. It’s so tender and baritone. Like he’s a proud lover, making me come over and over again.
His fingers glide upward, finally hitting my sweet spot. He doesn’t enter me, just toys with the sensitive flesh around my hole, teasing, making me desperate. When I groan, complaining in the only way I can, he sinks it in and hooks it upward, making me see stars. I shake from the pleasure of his fingers and mouth.
He never ceases to bring me pleasure. It’s like he’s made it his mission to get me off as much as he can before he’s finally allowed to explode.
His one finger turns into two, and as he laps at my asshole, he starts stretching me there too. He’s such a dirty bastard, and I love it. I moan so loudly, not even my undies can silence the noise.
He stops all movement before making himself visible in the mirror.
“You were always a slut for ass play,” he taunts, and I whimper as he removes his finger.
“Has Francis been inside this tight little hole, Sous?” I shake my head vehemently. Knowing if he believes otherwise, he’ll plow into me.
“But he’s had my cunt. Maybe I need to reclaim both tonight. Good thing you don’t work tomorrow. After I’m done fucking him out of your system, you won’t be able to walk.”
I moan as he removes all his fingers, and the loss makes me clench. I want every goddamn part of me filled by him. He rises and leans toward me, removing the fabric from my mouth.
“On your fucking knees. We need to start here,” he says while tapping my lips. They have drool on the sides, wet with desire and desperation.
I lick my lips without hesitation, wanting to taste him. While Toby is a giver, he doesn’t let me suck him off often. He always tells me my pussy wants his cum more than my mouth, but I think it’s fair to say, I don’t care where it’s at, as long as it’s all mine.
He traces my mouth with his cock, spreading his bead of precum across them. I can’t help but lick my lips again and taste him.
He’s salty and sweet and all him.
I lick up his shaft, making sure to tease him just like he does me. He hates it, but when he fights my mouth for his release, I know he loves it all the same.
“Open,” he hisses, and I stare at him, seeing his disheveled appearance. It has me grinning, hot and needy for him. I widen my mouth and watch in fervor as he sinks his cock inside with a grunt.
He’s so huge. There has never been a time where he’s fucked my mouth without me choking, drooling, and nearly combusting as he shoots down my throat.
He peers down at me, the strain visible has a smile begging to break free. He grips my hair, fisting it tight, all while pumping into me.
Relaxing my throat, I take his punishment, begging for his seed, wanting to have that power over him. But Toby rarely loses his will; he doesn’t give over to his pleasure until he’s ready, and I envy that power.
It’s not like he can’t fuck me five minutes later. His stamina is astounding, but he likes to wait it out until his balls physically ache.