His lubricated head pushes at my entrance and my opening stretches to accommodate him.
“There’s my good girl,” he whispers, “there you are. Look at you, taking me so well.”
Butterflies spring to life in my core. I bite my lip, burying my face in the crook of his neck, his familiar cologne welcoming me. I breathe it in, whimpering as my pussy glides down on my husband’s cock. Down, down, down until I’m seated on his lap, and he’s inside me—not all of him, but enough that I can stop hovering. Taking a second to center myself, I lean back, and I’m met with his open eyes this time. Watching me. His self-control is swimming there, in the gold of him, and I know it’s only a matter of time before he takes charge. So I lift myself up, drawing our pleasure out, then slowly take his cock back inside.
“Ahhh…” I moan, dipping my head back, closing my eyes, his strong body holding me up in more than one place. He chucklesin my ear—a cruel but delightful laugh that’s only broken by his groans.
Little by little, I lose myself in the moment, forgetting who we are to each other and what we’ve done… I let my hips remember the movement as I ride his cock like he asked. I take him in and out of my tight center, gliding over his lap until tingles spread from my pussy to the rest of my body, filling me with pleasure.
Wolfgang pulls me into his chest. Hand still fisted in my hair, he holds me in place.
“Fucking hell, love,” he says, pounding into me, his control shattering.
“Oh, God…”
I dig my nails into his shoulders, and he stands up with me, lying me down on his desk. Sturdy as it is, the wood moves with us, screeching against the floor from his powerful thrusts.
A hand wraps around my neck and squeezes, and I swear to God something new awakens inside me. I melt into the desk, feeling everything in my pussy, my mind struggling to understand what is happening to me.
Involuntarily, I bring my hands to his wrist, my survival instinct kicking in. Even if my knees widen simultaneously.
“Tap my arm if you want out.”
I do it, and he releases me immediately. I choke on the air I’m pulling in, my head feeling dizzy, empty of any thoughts. So much so that the only thing grounding me is the way his cock thrusts.
More heat pools at my entrance, and the pleasure builds, builds, and builds, making me squirm under his shadow.
“P-Please,” I whimper, my body slick with a light trickle of sweat underneath my summer dress.
“Please, what, Victoria? Use your words.”
But I can’t use my words. I can’t, because all I’m feeling is him. All I know is him. And what I’m asking for is more of this, even though he’s already everywhere.
“Again,” I say, taking both of us by surprise.
My air is cut off once more, and this time, I come all over his cock, lightheaded. It feels as if I’m falling into the abyss, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Darkness takes over. My pussy clenches, squeezing the hard cock still thrusting and filling it up with more cum than it can take. It gushes out on my inner thighs.
Air fills my lungs once more, my vision returning little by little. And when it does, my husband’s face is above me, his scarred hand on my cheek, wiping away my tears.
“You’re okay, love. I’ve got you.”
A well of tears bursts out of me completely out of nowhere. Without thinking, I extend my arms up, reaching for him, and he pulls me up, cradling me to his chest.
His lips press against my forehead as he holds me. And I cling to him, fisting his shirt, crying, unable to grasp the underlying reason. He fucked me so hard I almost passed out, and my body loved it.
“You did so well, love. Let me take care of you,” he whispers, stroking the top of my head.
His tone is mellow, endearing, but strong, and it soothes parts of me I didn’t know existed.
For once, I don’t want to fight him. I don’t want to run away.
So I settle deeper into his arms, basking in the rare and gentle touches as my pussy holds on to his cum and the lingering feel of his cock inside me.
WOLFGANG
Panties down to her ankles, my wife nestles herself into my chest like she belongs. Because fuck, she does. I keep her knees bent with my arm, which lets me see her battered little pussy dripping with my cum.
I bring my hand there, pushing it back inside with a finger. She moans. And I can’t help but pump it in and out of her a few more times.
