“Let me see how good that pretty mouth looks begging for me.”
My hands slid to his waistband, fingers brushing the button of his jeans. I met his eyes through my lashes, seeking permission.
“Yeah,” he rasped. “Take them off.”
My fingers trembled, working open the button and dragging the zipper down slow, every inch revealing more his thick hard cock.
“I’ve missed you,” I whispered, the last thing I said before I took him in my mouth.
I took him eagerly, wrapping my lips around him as I slid him deep, pushing to the back of my throat without hesitation. He gripped my ponytail, guiding me as I moved, his voice spilling over in ragged praises.
“Such a perfect mouth.”
“You were made for this.”
“Taking me so fucking well.”
“Deeper, honey, just like that.”
“Look at you, so eager, so fucking good for me.”
His grip tightened, pulling me closer, his words low and dripping with need, each one making me work harder, making me want to take him even farther. It was a mess, plain and simple. Wet, filthy, and loud. His cock hit the back of my throat, making me gag, spit dripping down my chin and onto my chest. My lips stretched wide, slick and shiny, working him as deep as I could.
The sounds were pure filth—sloppy, wet noises mixing with my muffled gags and his low, rough groans. I slid my hand lower, cupping his balls, tugging and rolling them. He twitched, his hips bucking into my face, jerking against my grip.
Spit and precum coated my hand as I stroked him where my mouth couldn’t reach. My fingers tightened, dragging more growls from his throat. My face was a wreck, my chin slick, drool smeared everywhere.
He yanked at my hair, guiding me down, forcing me to take him deeper. My throat flexed, my jaw ached, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. The mess got worse, the noises louder, the desperation between us building. It was raw. Dirty. Utterly chaotic. Nothing dainty about it, just heat and need, driving us both.
The briefest thought crossed my mind—if only my mom could see the mess I was making now. She’d be appalled.
The thought made me giggle.
“Char,” he growled, his cock pulsing in my mouth.
He was close, so close, but I wasn’t ready to let him go yet.
I stepped out of my underwear and pushed him to the oversized chair, straddling him so that my thighs were on the outside of his. I dropped down onto him in one smooth motion.
Damn, I missed this. Missed the stretch, the fullness of him, the heat between us. He gripped my hips as a strangled groan tore from his chest, but it was nothing compared to the way my body screamed in relief, in satisfaction.
“Charlie,” Austin said in warning, his voice low, vibrating against my neck, but I couldn’t stop, couldn’t wait. I moved, and the world disappeared.
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Watching Charlie move on top of me had to be what heaven on earth looked like. Her confidence. Her body. Her curves. It was unmatched.
Her hips rolled forward in slow, deliberate movements, her pace teasing as she bounced above me, her fingers digging into my shoulders to keep her balance—or maybe to ground herself in the chaos we were creating.
My wife. My stunning, filthy,beautifulwife, taking everything that belonged to her and giving me more than I ever deserved.
“Charlie,” I groaned, gripping her hips, shifting slightly to push deeper into her, her tight heat driving me insane.
We’d fucked in every position imaginable in the months we’d been together, but this? This was my favorite. Watching her completely free, moving with a confidence that radiated from her as she let every trace of self-doubt fall away, owning herself and me entirely.
She adjusted her movements, her pace picking up as she began to bounce harder, her body slamming down onto my cock, taking me as deep as I could go. The wet sounds of her arousal and our bodies colliding only spurred her on.
