I lick the lace of her underwear before I pull, snap the rubber band on her clit again. Her knees join in that very cute girly way that makes me even harder.
I grab her ass and spank her. Not too hard. Not too long either. Only enough to make her skin burn and show me the finger marks. Then I part her ass cheeks, hook the panties with one thumb to remove them from her pussy, and rear back.
Hers is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, with medium-sized lips scrunched up a bit over a small slit. There’s a tiny hoop earring on her left labium. I flick the earring with my finger, and Benny moans.
Slowly, I use my tongue to part her lips, then move on to her pucker hole, where I linger and rim her because I’ll be fucking that hole as soon as I feel like fucking it. Benny’s quiet now, her body tense, and I pull back. “Has anyone ever done that to you?”
Her head is shaking, but I can’t hear anything. “Answer me.”
“No, Hudson.”
Hudson is okay too. “You’re going to come in my mouth. And I will lick and swallow everything, feast on this sweet little pussy.”
“You’re so dirty.”
I chuckle and peck her ass. “Not yet, but I’m getting there.” I stick out my big thick tongue and bury my face between her ass cheeks, licking her entire slit and clit, moving my face over itrapidly, holding her by her thighs so she doesn’t wiggle too much or fall forward and disrupt my feast.
My eyes roll to the back of my head when I hear her moaning loudly, and I reach into my pants (because I can’t stand the pressure in my balls anymore) and jerk off as I tongue fuck her pussy. Benny’s body goes taut.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she chants, and I stick my finger inside her and give her a bit of a fill. She impales herself on it and bites back a scream as her pussy flutters around my finger. Her strength leaves her, and she bends her knees, letting them drop to the chair.
I pat her ass, her back, her hair. then fist it and spin her around. She kneels before me, one breast out, the other barely covered with red lace. Her makeup is perfect, no sign of damage. I want to change that.
I tap my cock on her mouth, and she opens up. I push inside and hold her there while she gags. “Breathe through your nose the entire time. You’re doing great, and you’ll do even better if you cry. Cry for me a little.” I push inside more, reach the back of her throat, and position myself inside so she sucks my cock the way I need in order to come.
Black eyeliner runs from the corners of her eyes, and I swipe it away with my thumb. “Good girl.”
I keep fucking her mouth, grunting like an animal until my balls tighten. Buried inside her mouth, I stop and hold her head. She’s gagging, but I don’t let up. “Breathe through your nose,” I mutter, then spill inside her throat, not letting her go until I’m empty.
I release her and stroke her cheek. “Well done.” I tuck myself inside my pants while Benny’s folded on the floor, looking at the tile, coming down off the spontaneous shit I did to her and trying to process what just happened. Or perhaps she’s not thinkingabout it at all. Perhaps her mind is blank, relaxed. Perhaps she doesn’t need me to coddle her. Perhaps she does.
I don’t know my wife as well as I’d like to. But I have a lifetime to get to know her.
Sitting on the chair, I stare at the mirror and catch the moment Benny grabs my leg and leans against it. There’s nothing quite as satisfying to me as this image. I pet her hair. “I’m gonna take care of you.”
“I believe you,” she says and catches my gaze in the mirror. If the image of her at my feet bothers her, Princess doesn’t show it. Instead, she smiles and sighs, resting her cheek back on my knee.
9
Princess bought several more items from the store. I picked up a leather wallet from behind the glass, which made the attendant happy since she’d made the items behind the glass. On my way out, I text Bishop to come and check out the handmade leather items the woman is selling. They caught my eye. Surely, we can make a deal with her and buy in bulk.
I carry the bags out and am heading for the car when my wife turns right.
“Princess, where’re you going?”
“To the food court.”
“We ate an hour ago.”
“Yeah, I’m not hungry.”
“Help me understand, then.”
“People come to the mall to shop or just walk around, then eat something in the food court. Going to the food court is a requirement for a day at the mall. Unless we’re making a quick stop, which we aren’t. We’re having a day at the mall.
“I’m never going to the mall again,” slips past my filter.
Princess’s face drops.
