Her legs part ever so slightly beneath me and her hand slides between us, to her clothed pussy. “I want you here.”
“What do you want there?”
“Your tongue.”
Without hesitation, I yank her panties clean off her body.
“Good girl,” I tell her, looking back over my shoulder at the camera. “This is something I never do for any other woman. Not the supermodel on my arm at Cannes, the barista I fucked in the back of my limo, and certainly not Jade.”
Instead of working my way down her body, I sit back on my heels and pull off my shirt.
Ivy arches a brow at me, frustrated.
There’s no way she’s faking this. Her desire is palpable. Undeniable. Despite what she is—who she is—she needs this just as badly as I do.
“You’re going to ride my face, sweet Ivy, but I need you to look into the camera the entire time. Can you do that for me?” I sit back and motion for her to mount me.
She bites her lower lip, mulling over my demand.
“You’re mine, Ivy. There is no thinking. Only doing.”
With that, she crawls forward, the tattered remains of her cami sliding up my body. I yank it off, enjoying the way my wife flinches at the aggressive move.
Growing impatient with her sluggish moves, I grab her waist, lift her, and set her straight down on my chest, her knees planted next to my ears.
“Every moment I eat your delicious pussy, I want you looking at the camera, telling Jade how good I make you feel. Do you understand?”
Again, her features contort in frustration, but she nods her pretty head.
I slide my hands between her thighs, cup her round ass, and pull her to me. She’s already so wet, coating my beard before I even have a chance to taste her.
I don’t expect my wife to bear down on me, rubbing her greedy pussy across my face like an absolute whore. Yet she does.
She’s like candy to me. I can never get enough.
I lick, lap, and suck her pink slit as she thrashes atop me, making an absolute mess of my face. My cock strains against my zipper, begging to be let free, but the moment it’s unleashed, I know I won’t be able to hold myself back, and I aim to teach Jade a lesson.
Lifting her, I say, “Tell Jade what I’m doing. How good it feels. Tell her everything.”
I drill my tongue into my wife, watching as she stares at the sconce.
“He’s licking me…it feels so good…so powerful…”She rocks her hips against me brazenly.“He wants me so bad…so hard…again and again…”
Fuck me, there’s no way this isn’t real.
I draw my tongue up her slit to her clit, swirling around it like a sweet treat. Ivy moans, bringing one hand to her lush breasts, and the other behind her, to my engorged cock.
The sensation of her small hand on my clothed member nearly makes me come on the spot.
“Fuck!” I snarl, lifting her and pushing her forward so that her face plants near the edge of the bed.
I get on all fours and yank my belt off, eager to bury myself in my wife. She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes needy and desperate.
Reaching forward, I grab Ivy’s hair, forcing her to look at the sconce. “Tell Jade how good I take you,” I demand as I line my cock up with her hot, wet center.
“So…good…”she whimpers, rearing back against me in a salacious display of depravity. I thrust into her, pushing against her tight walls, aching to make her mine.
“Tell her!” I roar.
