“What?” Her eyebrows leapt at my command.
“Turn.Around. Wife. Bend over and show me that round ass again.”
Cora’s breath hitched, but she did as she was told. Almost immediately, the wind whipped the hem of her skirt up, exposing the sheer, lacy undergarments she wore beneath, and carrying the scent of her nectar in little eddies all around us.
I stepped in close, sliding my knee between her thighs.
“Spread your legs,Aneah,” I said, placing a palm on her back and pressing her to the stone.
“Like this, Daddy?” She purred, widening her stance and wiggling her ass against my thigh.
I chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that had been thelastsound for many.
“What a wicked little tease I married. What would you do if I spanked you, Cora? Because I think you need it.”
“Why don’t you find out?” she said, still moving against me. I slapped my palm down on her left buttock, my mouth watering as I watched it jiggle, and my cock jerking at her muted cry of surprise.
“You’ve been such a brat,” I said, sliding the left side of her panties into her crack to bare her pinkening cheek to my admiration.
“I haven’t!” she insisted, squirming under the hand on her back.
I spanked her again, harder this time. I bit back the groan in my throat when her body answered with her zibe nectar perfume. Squeezing her pink bottom roughly, I leaned over her back to whisper in her ear. “You like that, naughty little wife? Does it make you wet when I discipline you?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice breathy with need as she rolled her hips back against me.
“Is that why you’re misbehaving? Pushing me to my limit? You needed my handprint on your gorgeous ass?” I gave her another slap when, instead of answering me, she tried to grind her pussy against my thigh.
“Yiri,” she moaned. “Oh my god.”
“I’m tired of waiting,” I growled, shoving the lace down her legs and slipping my fingers through the silky wetness at her core. “You’ve been taunting me with your scent for four days. You wanted me to sleep with you, but you withheld from me. Did you think you’d get away with it forever? I told you, I’m a bad male. I can’t wait, and I can’t keep my hands off of you.”
She jerked against my hold on her, trying to get more friction between her parted thighs. I ghosted my fingers over her flesh, teasing her the way she’d been teasing me for days. “Were you awake the night I made you come on my fingers, Cora?”
She gasped, her hands gripping the stone railing tightly. “You touched me?”
I plucked the little nub at the crest of her opening between my fingers, making her whimper and squirm. “You were humping me in your sleep,Aneah. You can deny me all you want, but your body knows who it needs.”
She thrashed against my weight, her temper flaring. “Medenyyou? Are you kidding me? I had to dress up like a slutty Stepford wife to get your attention, and it still took you forever to come home. You didn’t even message me.”
“I was in the middle of an important meeting,” I said, holding her down as I unfastened my pants. “I left immediately and came home to straighten you out.”
She half screamed, half growled, wiggling furiously, but I held her fast and delivered another sharp smack to her ass, my hand lining up perfectly with the pink print I’d already given her.
“Ask me to fuck you, Cora,” I demanded. “Right now. Show me you still want to be good for me.”
“I can’t believe you!” she huffed. “I’ve been waiting all this time, and now you want me to beg you,my husband, to have sex with me?”
I curled a finger right into her slick, grasping cunt, thrusting as deep as I could. “Oh, no,Aneah. I don’t want you to ask me for sex. I want you to beg to be railed over this wall like the naughty little wife you are. I want you whimpering and crying for my cum.” I pulled back and added a second finger, pressing against a spongy spot inside her that made her walls clench and zibe nectar drip down my knuckles. “I want to hear it now, Cora. I’m not a male you keep waiting.”
“You had better fuck me!” she said, stamping one of her heeled feet. “You’re making me so…mmmh. Yiri…”
I clucked my tongue and stroked faster, my thumb rolling over her clit. “You’ll have to do better than that after the way you’ve teased me.”
“Why won’t you fuck me?” she whined. “I need it so bad, and I’vebeen good. I was so good the whole way here, but you wouldn’t touch me. You didn’t even sleep with me last night!”
“Why won’t you ask me,Aneah?” I kept working her clit until I felt her shudder, close to her orgasm, and I stopped.
“Goddammit!” she stomped her foot again, harder this time. “Please, for the love of god, will you fuck me?”
