“How long has this pussy been craving me?” I asked, dropping my hand between her thighs once more and pressing my fingers tight to her clit. “How long have you needed your husband’s cock?”
With her head hanging between her shoulders, she shifted against my hand, trying to work my fingers in some kind of rhythm, but I didn’t budge. Not yet. It was torture for us both, but I needed her answer. Forbothof us, because I had little doubt she’d been lying to herself, too.
Finally, she whimpered and shook her head. “Don’t make me say it.”
I chuckled under my breath, slipping two, then three fingers into her pussy and groaning when she tilted her hips, trying to take me deeper. “Whether you say it or not doesn’t stop it from being true. Now tell me.”
“The whole time,” she whispered.
“That’s what I thought.” I pumped my fingers into her, my cock growing harder with every whimper that left her lips, every flutter of her pussy around me.
She groaned and dropped her forehead to the window. “Please, Ford.”
“What, baby?” I scraped my teeth along her neck, sinking them into the juncture of her shoulder. “What do you need?”
“Take my panties off and get inside me.”
“I don’t think so.”
“What—”
“A little scrap of lace isn’t going to keep me from your pussy, kitten.” I slipped my fingers from her and slid her panties to the side, groaning when she angled her hips back and gave me an unobstructed view of her. She was dark pink, swollen with need, and so wet, it glistened on her inner thighs.
Shoving down the front of my trunks, I pulled out my cock and swiped the head through her slit, coating myself in her wetness and teasing her clit with my piercing. “You’re going to keep these soaked panties on while I fuck you, so you remember what happens when you deny us. My wife’s pussy deserves to be taken care of, and I’m the one who gets the privilege. So quit punishing us and give us what we both want.”
“Yes,” she breathed, and I couldn’t wait another second to be inside her. Had waited too fucking long already.
I notched myself at her entrance and thrust into her, sliding deep on a groan. Fuck me, she was tight, her body molding to mine like it was made for me.
Likeshewas made for me.
“You feel this?” I gripped her hair and tugged her head back. Pressing my lips to her ear, I pumped into her and reached around with my other hand, fingering her clit in fast circles. “You feel how fucking good we are together? How much your pussy wants this? How much I fuckingcraveyou?”
“Yes.”
“No more denying this, wife. No more bullshit excuses.”
“No more,” she agreed, her hands flat on the window as she panted, tipping her hips to allow me deeper inside her.
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” I flicked her clit to the rhythm of my thrusts, shifting my hips until I found the perfect angle to slide my piercing over that spot inside her. As soon as I hit it, she jolted and her walls fluttered around me, a loud moan falling from her lips.
“There it is, kitten… There it fucking is. Now be a good girl and come all over your husband’s cock. I want to feel exactly what I do to you. Want to know how good I served my wife’s pussy.”
“Oh my God.” She dropped one of her hands to join mine as we stroked her clit in increasingly fast circles. Her pussy tightened around me until she sobbed out a moan. With her head dropped back on my shoulder, eyes clenched shut, she came in a whole-body shudder as she screamed her release loud enough there was little doubt those walking by could hear.
“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl. That’s my good fucking girl.” I clenched my teeth as she pulsed around me, nearly taking me over the edge with her. But I wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. “Look at you. So fucking gorgeous coming all over your husband’s cock.”
“Ford,” she choked out, the waves of her orgasm still rippling through her, but it was clear she still wanted more.
Pressing my hand between her shoulder blades, I pushed her facedown on the table. Our groans filled the space when the new position allowed me even deeper inside her.
“Fuck.” Faintly, I worried about hurting her. About taking her too hard, especially after so long, but given her breathy moan when I thrust deep and her pleas formore, God yes, more,I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop the snap of my hips, the tight grip of my fingers on her ass, my hand fisted in her hair, tugging her head back to look at me.
I needed her to know she wasmine. For however long this lasted between us, she was mine. Mine to take care of. Mine to make come. Mine to fuck.
Mine.
“Give me another one, baby. Just one more. Come all over me and show me what’s mine.”
