When she shrieked my name, I dragged the small bottle from my pocket, relieved by my own forethought even though this evening could have ended in disaster, and I poured it on her asshole, then thrust my cock into her ass.
A single pump later, I filled that tight channel overfull, and she screamed.
I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to come too, ignoring the need to explode so soon. But she surgedinto action, fucking herself on my cock, clenching down around me until I thought I’d go insane, and all the while, she pleaded:
“Oh, god, Aidan. Please. I need your cum. Fuck me. That’s it. Fill my ass, please. God, I need you. Fuck me. Harder. Please. You’re so big. Oh, fuck. Fuck!”
And because I’d made her a promise, I gave her what she asked for. Faster, faster. She tore at the sheets, ripping them from the corners, dragging at the comforter until I heard the renting of fabric.
With my feet firmly on the floor, fucking her into the mattress was easy until,finally, I pounded into her hard enough for the legs of the bed to creak and groan.
To that soundtrack, I exploded into her.
Grunting, I pumped until my balls were empty. Until she sucked me fucking dry. I carried on until my cum came back to meet me, until it bubbled up at our joining and she was a sniffling, whimpering mess that trembled around my cock.
Then I reached around to rub her clit until she soared again.
I groaned in agony at the exquisite tightness of her asshole but forced my eyes wide open so I could absorb the sight of my powerful wife on her knees for me, my seed spilling out of her, ruined and yet never more beautiful to me than at this moment…
My cock pulsed a final time as I retreated, but when I clambered onto the mattress, I heard a second ominous creak.
I ignored it.
“Just hold it there, baby,” I urged before I sank back onto the mattress, encouraging her to find shelter in the nook of my throat as I let her come back to me, her small form flopping on top of me like her muscles no longer worked.
It was, however, much too much for the bed.
With a final creak and a yelp from her, we plummeted two feet to the floor.
When I felt her delighted giggle tickle the side of my throat, laughter burst from me too.
“You always keep your promises,” she pealed off.
In comparison to the misery of this morning, the sudden relief of her being in my arms, in this fucking bed, andlaughing—Jesus, I was so goddamn happy.
Still chuckling God only knew how long later, she wiggled then stretched, her legs shooting straight out as she pointed her toes. Then, she turned to me with gleaming eyes. “You’ve given me quite the task, you know?”
“What do you mean?”
“How is my Christmas gift supposed to compare tothis?”
Further confirmation she was fucking crazy.
Still, I shook my head and smirked at her. “Baby, don’t you know, you’re all the gift I can handle?”
Her smile illuminated the guest bedroom that I’d decided I needed to erase from existence last night while I’d been alone in our super king, and, of course, like the wisest of men, I had to taste it…
EIGHT
TEXT CHAT
Aidan: I owe you, Camille. Thank you.
Camille: No need to thank me. Just don’t be a shithead
Aidan: Working on it
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