Scarlett didn’t break eye contact even while choking on my shaft—deep in her throat. I reached down, my fingers massaging her scalp, as if thanking her for a job well done. She closed her eyes for a moment, basking in the feeling coursing through her.
When she pulled her head out, a sweet gasp escaped her mouth, a thick thread of drool lingering on her bottom lip. She teased my cap, grazing her teeth against it.
Scarlett dipped her head even lower, and before I knew it, she’d already taken my sack in her mouth. While sucking my balls, she was simultaneously stroking my length.
My head tipped back as I reveled in the euphoria of her magical hands and tongue. The sensation fanned the flames of desire that threatened to consume me.
Once she was done, she knelt between my legs, her fingers seductively sliding down the thin straps of her satin nightgown, one after the other. The fabric slipped off her body, leaving her perky breasts exposed.
Quietly, she took off her underpants, then straddled me with caution, mindful of my wound. She reached down and inserted my cock into her waiting pussy, soaking wet. A sweet moan came forth as she slowly lowered herself on me.
“Oh-my-fucking-God, I’m dripping wet for you, Daddy,” she cried out.
My hands found her swaying hips, guiding her movements. She ground against me, slow and steady, reverent and deliberate.
“Yeah, just like that,” I said, feeling all my muscles relaxing. “Keep going.”
“Yes, Daddy. Anything you say,” she moaned.
My hands traversed her body, exploring every curve and contour. She kept grinding her waist like there was no bone in there. I palmed her breasts—squeezing and pinching her nipples.
She threw her head back in ecstasy, her hips swaying steadily against mine. Back and forth. Side to side. Rinse repeat.
“You like that, Daddy?”
“Yes!”
Scarlett kept going, twisting and twirling on top of me, her hips driving me crazier with each sway. “Come for me, Daddy,” she moaned. “Please.” She gazed down at me, her eyes boring into mine.
She didn’t need to quicken her pace; her moves were slippery enough to make me finish on time.
“Fuck,” I groaned, grinding deeper into her from behind.
The pain from my wound was nothing compared to the pleasure coursing through me.
“Give it to me,” she murmured, grinding more intently.
Every sway of her hips was deliberate, designed to make me finish any second now.
“Oh, my God!” I groaned deeply, my legs trembling as I exploded inside her. “Fuck!”
Her lips curled into a self-satisfied grin. “Yes, Daddy, gimme all of it!”
I pushed deeper and deeper, emptying every last drop inside her. Her cunt tightened around me as I filled her up with my load. She let out a satisfactory sigh and got off me, then lay on her side with her head on my chest.
I wrapped my hand around her—possessive and protective at the same time, as our hearts beat as one. “Thank you,” I said, kissing her head.
This was the very first time I’d said those words after sex, and I didn’t regret them. At all.
“Thankyou,” she replied, exhaling sharply.
This was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store for us. One thing was certain, though: I would strive to make this marriage work. No matter what.
Chapter 29 – Scarlett
Two Weeks Later
My life had taken a different turn for good, and what started out as a curse ended up as a blessing. Things were going smoothly between my husband and me, and I’d never been happier in my whole life.
