“Beg?” I laugh, tossing my hair back. “In your dreams, husband.” But my voice shakes, my pussy already aching as he stares, hungry, his hands gripping my thighs tighter.
“Watch me,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing inward, slow and teasing, until they reach my pussy lips. He spreads them gently, his thumbs parting me, exposing my clit, my wetness glistening under his gaze. “Fuck, look at that.” His voice is low, almost reverent. “So wet for me, Bonnie.”
I squirm, my body buzzing. “You’re such a show-off,” I say, trying to keep it light, but my breath catches as he strokes my lips, his fingers slick with my arousal, playing with me, teasing without entering.
“Show-off?” He grins, dipping one finger inside me, slow and shallow, making me moan. “I’m just getting started, sweetheart.” He pumps his finger deeper, curling it, then pulls it out, glistening with my wetness. He brings it to his mouth, licking it clean, his eyes locked on mine.
“You taste so good, wifey,” he growls, and my pussy clenches, a fresh wave of wetness soaking me at the sight.
“Fuck, Ash,” I gasp, my hips bucking, desperate for more. “You’re killing me.”
“Good,” he says, his voice rough. “Gonna worship this pussy till you’re begging me to stop.” He dips his head, his tongue flicking my clit, while his fingers spread me wider, keeping me open.
He licks deeper, sucking gently, his groan vibrating against me, and I moan, my head falling back, pleasure spiking through every nerve.
I squirm, half resisting, trying to close my thighs just to mess with him, but he holds me firm, his mouth relentless, tongue circling my clit until I’m trembling. “Ash,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer despite myself. “You’re such a fucking tease.”
He pulls back, smirking, his lips glistening. “Tease? Let’s see how you do, then.” He stands, unbuckling his jeans, his cock springing free, thick and hard. “Your turn, wife. Show me what that smart mouth can do.”
I smirk, leaning closer, but I don’t give him what he wants yet. My fingers wrap around his length, stroking slowly, feeling every vein, every pulse under my touch.
“Fuck, you’re so hard,” I murmur, my voice teasing, my thumb brushing the tip, smearing the bead of precum there.
His groan is rough and low. I laugh softly, loving the way his hips twitch.
“Not so fast,” I say, running my tongue along the side of his cock, tracing the thick vein from base to tip, my lips barely grazing him.
His breath hitches, and I glance up, watching his face twist, eyes dark with want. I lick again, slower, flattening my tongue against his shaft, savoring the heat, the taste of him, before circling the head, teasing without taking him in.
“Bonnie,” he growls, voice strained. “You’re fucking killing me.”
“Good,” I say, my hand stroking him lazily, keeping the pace torturous. “Gonna make you beg, husband.” I flick my tongue across the tip, quick and light, then pull back, letting my breath ghost over him, my lips hovering just out of reach.
“Fuck, you’re evil,” he says, his hand reaching for my hair, but I dodge, keeping control.
“Patience,” I tease, finally taking just the head into my mouth, sucking softly, my tongue swirling slow circles. His groan is louder, desperate, and I hum, the vibration making him buck.
I pull back again, running my lips along the side, kissing and licking, my hand pumping his base, drawing out every shudder, every curse, until he’s trembling under my touch.
“Bonnie,” he growls, hand in my hair, guiding but not forcing. “That mouth’s gonna kill me. Suck me harder, baby.” His dirty talk fuels me, and I hum around him, loving the way he bucks, his control slipping.
I pull back, grinning, just to fuck with him. “Not bad, huh?”
“Bad?” He laughs, yanking me up, tossing me back onto the bed. “You’re fucking trouble.” He climbs over me, pinning my wrists above my head, his cock nudging my entrance. “Ready to take your husband’s cock?”
I smirk, teasing. “Only if you saypretty pleasefirst.” But my voice shakes, my pussy dripping as he presses against me.
“No begging needed,” he murmurs, kissing me deep, his tongue claiming mine as he thrusts in, stretching me perfectly. I moan into his mouth, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. His thrusts turn intense, each one hitting every nerve, and I’m lost, my laughter gone, replaced by desperate gasps.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, eyes locked on mine, his hands gripping my hips. “This pussy’s mine, Bonnie. Say it.”
I resist. “Make me.”
He thrusts harder, angling to hit the right spot. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Okay, fuck, it’s yours,” I gasp, half-laughing, giving in but still playful.
“That’s my girl,” Ash says, voice thick, his hands gripping my hips. “Gonna fuck you till you scream, wife.”
