“Where the fuck are you going?”
I smack her ass when she tries to lean away from my strokes again.
“Don’t take this from me. I need this, my angel.”
“You’re too deep, Nico.” She drops her head to the hood, her arm stretched out over her head toward the windshield.
I slow down my strokes, lifting her body from the car. Her back is pressed against my chest. I turn her face toward mine. My tongue pushes into her mouth, and she sucks it like it’s my cock. She kisses me nastily, swapping spit and moaning.
Moving my hand down the front of her body, I find her hardened nub and twirl my fingers over the bundle of nerves.
She whimpers, trying to move my hand. I know she’s probably sensitive since she not too long ago orgasmed, but I didn’t want to hear that. I shove her hand out the way and go back to work.
When she tries to pull away from the kiss, I rear back till only the tip of my erection is inside her and then shove all of me back in. Her scream breaks the silence of the night. I move faster, pounding into her center.
“I’ve been away from this good shit too long, Tiff. I have to remind you how good I fuck it.”
She leans down, placing her hands flat on the hood of the car.
“Arch that fucking back, let me in deeper,” I demand.
“I can’t.” She complains, but does exactly what I told her to do.
I stroke into her walls at a rapid pace, trying to reach the depths of her soul. When she starts to shake, I know she’s close to her second orgasm. I’m glad, because I’ve been fighting my first one back since we started.
“Give me one more. I’m not coming out of this until you give me one fucking more.”
She shakes her head as if she’s denying me. I smack her ass, and the sound echoes. Adjusting to the left, I push into her at a different angle.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries out and then immediately soaks my cock down to the balls with her essence.
“That’s my girl. That’s my fucking good girl.”
Stroking through her orgasm, I toss my head back as my body tingles. I shove into her one last time as my nut shoots from me like a geyser. My back locks up, and my vision fucking blurs. I growl as I unload.
If Tiffany hadn’t been adamant about getting an IUD after Noah was born, I’m sure I’d be giving my son a sibling with that release.
Feeling absolutely drained, I pull out of my wife. I quickly fix my clothes before scooping her into my arms. Already her eyes are closed, and she looks as if she’s half asleep. I carry her naked body to the passenger side of my spider and put her in. Buckling her up, I place a kiss on her lips. Closing her in, I go get the clothes we abandoned.
By the time I get back in the car, my wife is fast asleep. I lean over the console and kiss her parted lips.
“I’m never letting you go.” I admit to her sleeping form.
Turning the key, the ignition purrs to life. We made it back home in record time. That night, I climb into the bed behind my wife. I don’t wash our sex off because I want to bask in it for a little longer.
chapter eighteen
Guns
Nico
Not only did I get to experience the heaven that’s buried between my woman’s thighs last night, I was able to sleep with her pressed to my chest too. Now, as if I haven’t been blessed enough, I get to wake my wife with my face buried in her center.
Tiffany moans, her hand drops to the top of my head. I swirl my tongue over her clit, then suck it into my mouth.
“Nico,” she whimpers, pushing her pussy further into my face. “Don’t. I haven’t showered.”
I chuckle at her weak protest.
