“That’s it. Fuck yes. I’m gonna come.” I can’t stop the groan that comes out of my throat, but I toss my head back and moan so loud. And my brain explodes. I pump rope after rope of cum into her mouth and her throat flexes as she swallows down every single drop. “Take it. Good girl. Every drop.”
When I loosen my hold on her hair, Duchess pulls back a bit, but doesn’t let go of me completely. She continues to lick my cock and catches the last few drops of cum that bead out the tip. When I deflate to only half hard, because I am never flaccid when I’m in her presence, she climbs to her feet and wraps her arms around my waist.
I hug her so tight, like I’m a damn caveman with no manners, and kiss her. My tongue battles with hers. She fills her hands with my ass cheeks and squeezes.
“Fuck me, Whiskey,” she begs between breaths. “Fill me up, please.”
“As. You. Wish.” I take three more kisses, one after each word, then spin us both around.
With her now facing the wall that the showerhead is on, I push one hand on her back to bend her forward so the water is no longer spraying her in the face, but instead running down her back. Using the other hand, I grab hold of my dick and push down until it finds where it needs to go. Once I feel the warmth of her pussy, I start to push in.
“Ohhhhh,” she moans as I sink about halfway. When I pull back, she hums. On the next pass I go a little deeper and she moans. Back, she sighs. Then when I push in again, I hit her as deep as her body lets me in, which is balls fucking deep.
My hips slap against her ass again and again as I piston in and out with no plans to stop until I make her come at least twice. Let’s see how quick I can send her over the first time.
With her bent forward, I bend a bit myself and reach my right hand around her hip. I slide my two middle fingers over her folds and start to rub up and down, pushing in just a little bit.
“Right there,” she calls out as she slaps her right hand against the wall. “Don’t stop. Right there.”
So I don’t. I keep fucking her with my cock, hitting every nerve ending in her tight, wet, pussy. I keep rubbing my fingers backand forth, zeroing in on the tiny little nub that works her up into a frenzy until she screams.
I feel the second the damn breaks. Duchess yells my name out loud as her pussy squeezes my cock tighter than my fist ever could. Her spasms maker her entire body vibrate in my arms. She rides the waves for a good twenty seconds before she deflates. I know she has lost a bit of her strength with that orgasm, so I take complete control for the next one.
Sliding my hardness out, I take a small step back. “Turn around,” I tell Duchess. When she does, I bend my knees a bit again and grab hold of the back of her thighs. I lift her up and she knows exactly what to do.
Duchess wraps a hand around my cock and aims the head back to her pussy. As I lower her on to to me, I push inside and let gravity do the rest. Within seconds I am again as deep as I can be inside my wife and she has her arms wrapped around my shoulders.
Using my forearms as a seat for her ass, I bounce her up and down so her ass slaps against my thighs again, just from another angle. I lift her, then let her drop, lift her, then let her drop. Burying my face in her neck, I kiss and lick and nip as she scratches the back of my neck and head with her fingernails.
Needing more leverage, I turn to the right and push her back against the tile and drill my hips into her over and over. Moving my mouth to hers, I pant against her lips more than actually kiss her. “You gonna come on my cock, little momma? You’re squeezin’ me so good.”
“Yes . . . oh, please . . . I’m gonna . . .”
I look down to watch my cock disappear in her and kick into a higher gear. “Take. My. Cock.”
“Yeeees, Whiskey,” she calls my name as she tosses her head back and comes again. Her pussy constricts around me againand this time there is no holding back. Her pussy is so fucking tight, I’m a goner.
My legs tighten, the base of my spine tingles, and I hold her hips so tight, I know we will have matching bruises. I take a deep breath in, and when I exhale, it’s like my body opens the floodgates and I give her everything I have plus more.
“Fuck,” I draw out until I need to take another breath. Pumping a few more times just to make sure she gets every drop she can, I stay deep inside her as I lightly press my forehead to hers and we trade soft kisses.
“Happy Birthday, Connor.” Duchess leans her head back against the wall.
I slowly step back and lower Duchess to her feet. “So, is this what you meant bycomeinside for my birthday surprise?”
“This was part of it,” she says with a smile as she dunks her head under the water that shockingly hasn’t turned cold yet. “There are more surprises for when we get out of this shower.”
“More?”
“Yup.” She is already lathering her hair with shampoo. “So let’s get washed up so I can spoil you some more.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
We hustle through washing up, the water does start turning cold just as we shut it off, and we’re out and dressed not before long.
Just as I finish tying my second boot, she walks out of the closet with another black envelope. This one with two pink heart stickers on it.
“What’s this?” I ask as she hands it over.
