Then I make my way between her spread legs. I shove my knees into her already shaking thighs and take my hard cock in my hand. I slide the tip of my head against her and rub my precum over her soaked cunt.
I push into her while my free hand holds the cylinder so it doesn’t pop off. I pause halfway in and twist it two more times, smiling at the way she screams into her gag as her clit is sucked farther into the clear tube. “That’s it, Lake,” I say when her pussy clenches down on me. “Show me how much you like it.”
She’s panting, body shaking, and chest heaving. I hold the cylinder while my cock slowly fucks her pretty shaved pussy. Just teasing her, slowly, softly. I look up at her to see tears running down both sides of her face while her neck is arched.
I twist it two more times, and she’s soaking wet. Once I feel she’s had enough, I unscrew it and release her clit. Her body sags into the bed, and I smile. “Not even close to being done, little darling.”
Pulling my cock out all the way, I slap her pussy, and she shakes uncontrollably. I slam into her and lean over her body. I wrap my lips around her hard nipples as my cock thrusts into her hard and fast, fucking my wife so hard the headboard knocks against the wall.
Biting softly onto her nipple, I pull gently, the action rolling the band off. I spit it out and do the same to the other before sucking her swollen nipple into my mouth. She’s sobbing, hips lifting the best they can to reach mine, needing to be fucked.
I reach up and rip the tape from her mouth and remove her underwear, tossing them both to the floor. I love the way her pussy feels wrapped around my cock when I’m buried inside her, but I want more from her right now. Her body isn’t enough for me. I need to breathe her in.
She gasps, “Tyson—”
I cut her off when I lower my lips to hers and kiss her so deeply that I’m not sure either one of us is breathing. Sliding my hands underneath her tied arms, I tangle my fingers in her long hair while my cock fucks her cunt.
Her lips are as desperate as mine. I pull away, and she sucks in a deep breath. “Please?” she begs, her body shaking.
“Yes, little darling?” I ask releasing her hair and moving my hands to cup her face. “Please what?” I lick my lips, needing to taste the champagne she had earlier from our kiss.
“I…I want to feel you.” She pulls on her tied wrists.
I smile at the fresh tears welling up in her eyes, and she arches her neck, letting out a growl of frustration, knowing that I won’t give her what she wants.
Instead, I pull out of her dripping cunt and chuckle at the way she whimpers. I kiss down her heaving chest, over her stomach, and lower myself between her shaking legs. She lifts her hips off the bed the best she can, and I look over her swollen clit.
Licking my lips, I tell her. “I’m going to enjoy using you tonight.” I place my mouth on her pussy, and I eat her out as if every man who has ever wanted my wife is watching me please her, listening to her scream my name while she begs me for more.
THIRTY-ONE
LAIKYN
We’re in the large Jacuzzi tub. He’s sitting behind me, and I’m leaning on him for support. After I came three times, he left me on the bed and went to the bathroom to start a bath. Then he untied me, picked me up, and carried me into the bathroom where he proceeded to get in with me.
My eyes are heavy, my body weak, and mind foggy. I had too much to drink. Or maybe it’s the orgasms. I don’t know which one it is. Perhaps a combination of the two.
“How do you feel?” he asks, his hands rubbing my arms while they lay on his thighs as I sit between his legs.
“Sore.” I’m still shaking.
His fingers massage my arms, and my eyes fall shut as a moan leaves my lips. “Oh God.”
“Keep doing that, and we’ll go another round,” he murmurs, his lips by my ear.
I whimper at the thought of sex. “I don’t think I can.”
He chuckles, his hands moving to my shoulders to massage them deeply. My head falls back against him, and his hands come up to wrap around my neck. My hips lift on their own, splashing water around us.
I reach up, my hands going over my head, and grip his hair. He removes his hands from around my neck and drops one to my breasts. Gently massaging them. They’re so sensitive from the bands earlier. “Your body can take it, Lake. It’s your mind you have to train.”
My hands drop to his thighs, and I grip his muscular legs when he gets to my nipple, making me hiss in a breath. They’re still swollen.
“Ready to tell me why you’re mad at me?” he asks.
“Doesn’t matter,” I whisper.
“Try me,” he challenges, letting go of my breasts, and my body sags in relief and disappointment. I want him to decide for me.Tie me up and use mecomes to mind. Make me come over and over while I beg you to stop until I can’t speak anymore. Then it helps us avoid these awkward conversations that we shouldn’t even be having.
