it’s me that can’t get enough of her. She won’t admit it, but I think she secretly likes when I take her body and make it my own puppet.
When I reach the apex of her thighs, she wiggles, desperate for attention.
“Needy, Sous?”
“No, you don’t do it for me,” she taunts. Those words hit the monster where it hurts, and I’m latching onto her clit in the next breath, biting, chewing, and making loud grunting noises that can’t seem to be tamped down.
“Fuck, Toby,” she moans. “Right there. Fuck.” They’re low and husky moans and have my cock weeping for attention.
I lick from her clit to her asshole, diving into her as her essence coats my tongue. The flavor is nothing I’ll ever tire of. It’s sweet and tangy and all mine.
“You’re fucking delicious. I’ll never stop loving this cunt.”
She groans when I latch onto her again. She’s moving her hips up and down all while pushing my head deeper into her. She fucks my face like I’m about to fuck her pussy, and it’s unnerving me.
Before she explodes, I stop.
“Really?!” she yells, her face red and agitated.
“If I make you come before stretching you, you won’t enjoy it as much your first time. Trust me.”
She flops back down with a groan.
I lick her nub as a tease, and she literally barks at me like a goddamn dog. I can’t help but laugh at how greedy she is with her orgasms.
Getting up, I open my dresser, wanting to get the lube as quickly as possible. Then I come back to my wife, seeing her sprawled wide, rubbing her clit.
“Naughty girl,” I chastise, slapping her cunt. She screams and then grinds against my palm. “Greedy.” I smack again, and she’s screeching.
Kneeling, I squirt lube onto my fingers, making sure to put a ton on her rosy little hole. She shivers, and I can’t tell if it’s in anticipation or from the lube’s temperature.
Placing my tongue over her swollen clit, I flick several times while entering her with a finger. She doesn’t squeeze me like I worried. Most people would death grip, but me and my girl have been practicing.
After pumping into her for several minutes, I continue to work her pussy and asshole in tandem, watching her thrive. Adding a second finger, she bows upward, whimpering.
“Good?” I ask, knowing she trusts me to keep her safe.
“More,” she demands. So, I add another, scissoring them inside to stretch her.
I pull my fingers out when she’s thrusting down onto them. She’s ready, and fuck, so am I.
I stand and offer her my hands. “W-What are you doing?” she asks with worry.
“You’re going to ride my cock, Sous. It’ll hurt less, and I’ll get to look at your tits bounce while you fuck me.”
She worries her lip a moment before nodding. I lie back, feeling just as nervous. I’ve never done this with anyone. Porn is my only direction. That and the smutty books I stole from Lo once upon a time.
She kneels in front of my cock, bending to swipe her sinful tongue across the slit. After she’s done torturing me, she takes my entire length down her throat, and I nearly pass out for the sensations zipping up my spine.
“Shit,” I grumble, feeling my balls tingle. They want to release, but they’re going to have to be patient.
“Can’t take me, old man?”
“Get the fuck on my cock before I lose control,” I ground out, watching as she smirks.
“What if I want you to lose control?”
“Not your first time, beautiful, now slide that pretty ass over my cock and take it whole.” Her face reddens, and I take joy in making her flush. She hovers over my length, and I squirt a ton of lube over him, coating him. She starts lowering, and her face contorts with pain. I grip her clit and start rubbing sensual circles over it, teasing her. When she’s fully seated, I’m practically on edge. She’s so fucking tight, so ramming into her isn’t an option.
After a few moments, she’s moaning and rotating above me. My cock pulses with the need to release, throbbing in a way I’ve never felt before. When she starts rising and falling, I’m losing control and grunting with how good it feels.
My balls tighten, and I hold out, wanting her to come first and truly experience this with me.
“Toby, fuck,” she moans. “I need harder.” The last three words are a whimper, but it’s the only push I need. Grabbing her hips, I slam into