I press my tongue over the throbbing vein at the base of her throat, feeling her pulse flutter wildly beneath my lips.A dark chuckle rumbles through my chest.“Then again,” I confess against her heated skin, “I wouldn’t be able to function.”
Serena responds by spreading open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, my neck, the shell of my ear.Each press of her lips sends my temperature spiking higher until it reaches the boiling point.Her hands work at my belt with an urgency that matches the fire building in my veins.
“Right back at you,” she breathes, finally freeing my aching cock from the confines of my tuxedo pants.Her fingers wrap around me, cool against my heated flesh, and I hiss through my teeth at the contact.She strokes me slowly, deliberately, her amber eyes gleaming with mischief in the passing streetlights.“What are you going to do about this?”
The challenge in her voice makes something primal stir in my chest.This woman, my wife, knows precisely how to push my buttons.She’s the perfect submissive one minute.Then, she pulls out a temptress attitude like this.She keeps me on my toes, and I fucking love it.
“Take the dress off,” I command, my voice dropping into that domineering register that makes her breath hitch.
She obeys without hesitation, pulling the gown over her head and pooling the shimmering thing on the limo floor.
It takes all my self-control as I watch her brown nipples harden under my stare.
“Feed me your tits,” I grunt the order, smothering a wicked smile at the way my dirty talk makes her breath hitch.
She sits up and cups her gorgeous breasts, bringing them to my lips.“Hold them there.”
I sink my teeth around a taut nipple, careful not to break her soft skin.I flick it with my tongue.
“Fuck, sir!”Serena moans and whimpers as I take my time.
I let go of her breast, holding her stare.“I will soon,” I promise before turning to the other breast and mirroring my actions.
I suck her until my cock begs for attention.
Pulling away from Serena, I order, “Reverse cowgirl.Now.”
She lifts herself off my lap and assumes the position, her back to me.The movement gives me a perfect view of her ass, the gold plug glinting in the dim light.I grip her hips, guiding her down onto my cock.
The sensation nearly undoes me.
She’s impossibly tight now.The plug is taking up space, making her pussy grip me like a velvet fist.Serena moans, her head falling back as I fill her completely.
“Lean back,” I instruct, wrapping one arm around her waist while my other hand comes up to cup her throat.Not squeezing—just holding.Claiming.“Rest your head on my shoulder and enjoy the ride, pet.”
She melts against me, her body pliant and trusting as I begin to move.The city lights paint abstract patterns on her sweat-covered skin as Marcus navigates the streets of Boston.Outside, people go about their everyday lives, completely unaware that inches away, I’m buried inside my wife, claiming her in the back of a town car like a man possessed.
Because that’s exactly what I’m becoming.Each day I’m deeper into Serena’s spell.I crave her presence when she isn’t near me.I long for the sweet surrender she gifts me every time we fuck.
I set a slow, deliberate rhythm.Each thrust pushes against her G-spot.Each swirl of her hips moves the plug inside her ass.Serena’s moans grow louder, more desperate.I grunt, my hands guiding her body up and down my length.Her fingers dig into my thighs as she surrenders to the sensations.
“That’s it.I’m almost there, too,” I whisper against her ear.“Take what I give you.Come for me.”
My ears ring with the buzzing of adrenaline and the ecstasy wails coming out of my wife’s mouth.I nudge her to move onto the leather seat.She obeys.On her hands and knees, Serena is a vision.I hold her tiny waist and thrust back inside her.I move a hand to the back of her neck, pushing her gently down until her forehead rests on the leather.Her chest is heaving, and her eyes are glazed.Her pussy trembles around my erection with multiple aftershocks.
I sink my fingers in the headrest for a final push.With a primal growl, I unload my cock deep inside her.
“Fuck!”Serena grunts as my hot semen triggers new waves in her tight body.
Sitting down and pulling her back onto my lap, I press the intercom.“Take us home, Marcus.”
I kiss Serena’s shoulder and smooth her back with a splayed hand.“Good girl.”
By the time the limo finally pulls into the underground garage of my building, I’ve helped Serena pull her gown over her head.And I’ve straightened my clothes the best I could.
Before Marcus opens the door, I press a possessive kiss to her swollen lips.“We’re not done yet,” I promise.“Not even close.”
We barely make it through the penthouse door before my hands are on her again.
