“What is it, my swan? You want to come?”
“Yes. More. I need more.”
He spanks my ass. Then my pussy and I moan and writhe, but with the way he’s holding me, there’s only so far I can move.
“I want you begging me for it.” He pushes one finger into me, but he’s pumping too slowly, and he’s abandoned my clit. His tongue swirls my asshole as he fucks my pussy with his finger. But he knows none of it is enough.
He wants me to beg, and he’ll play with me until he gets it.
Why is that hot? It shouldn’t be, right? It should infuriate me, but the truth is, I want to beg him. I want to please him because it’ll please me. It’s dirty and a bit depraved and I like that about us. I like that we can be that way.
“Aston, please. Please give me more. Please make me come.”
“My needy wife.”
My eyes pinch closed and I bite into my lip. “Yes.”
He growls and eats my ass like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. All the while his fingers are in me and then rubbing my clit. But with his tongue in my ass and his fingers rubbing my clit and my now empty core clenching, there is no controlling the way my body is taking over.
“Oh god!” I cry. “Shit, Aston. I’m going to come.”
He groans into me, the vibration tickling me just right, and he picks up his pace, sucking and licking and flicking and rubbing me. I explode. Detonate. Rupture. I grind against his face as he holds me tight, my hands jerking and pulling against the restraint, needing to grab something to help me through how intense this is. And the fact that I can’t heightens it.
Before I fully come down from my high, his hands are on my hips, and he yanks me back as he thrusts his cock straight into me. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and a strangled noise hits my lips. Because fuck, it’s tight. I don’t know if it’s because of my massive orgasm or what, but holy shit, I can feel him everywhere.
One hand holds tight onto my hip, and the other captures my hair and yanks me back until our eyes meet in the reflection of the mirror. His cheeks are flushed red, his lips glossy with my cum, and his eyes are volcanic. Never have I seen a sexier sight in my life. It makes my pussy flutter around him, and he moans, his chin dropping to his chest for a long moment. That is until he slides his cock almost all the way out and then pounds it back into me.
“Does that feel good?” he rasps, his grip in my hair tighter, the stretch and burn at delicious odds with the sweet warmth spiraling through me as he fucks me.
“So good,” I tell him.
“I want to fuck you sweaty and fast,” he tells me even though he’s contradicting that by sliding slowly in and out of me. “I want you gasping my name and begging me between moans to let you come.”
Jesus. “Yes,” I tell him, because I want that too. All of it. “Please, Aston. Please fuck me harder.”
He slaps my ass and stares down at where his cock is pushing in and out. “Look at you. Look at your cunt taking me like this. You’re so fucking wet, Skylar. So perfect. You feel too good.”
With his hand in my hair, he arches my back so he can kiss me. His other arm bands around my hips, and he pulls me back, using it for leverage so he can drive harder and deeper into me. I’m perched on my tiptoes, my hands bound and stuck between our bodies. I can barely kiss him. I can barely breathe. All I can do is feel all the things he’s forcing me to feel all at once.
His hand releases my hair, and my head falls forward, but he’s dragging down the cups of my bra, setting my tits free, and using that hand to roughly grope one. And when he has me like this, he pounds into me. Our eyes lock, and he gets lost inside of me. With my body at his mercy and him controlling me, I get lost too.
“Do you want me to come inside you? Do you want to feel that? You like dripping my cum, don’t you?”
“Please,” I beg. “Please, more.”
At that word he unleashes himself. He fucks me. He fucks me deep and hard. The kind of fucking that makes us both sweat and moan and gasp for air that our lungs are barely able to manage. He holds me. Protects my lower belly from the brunt of the counter. But that’s the only place he takes care. Everything else he’s doing is pure wickedness.
He smacks my tits and my ass and bites my lip and shoulder. He pummels in and out of me, and when he gets to the point where his control is slipping, he finds my clit and forces an orgasm from me like I never knew was possible.
I scream and thrash, snapping the string of my thong. And thank god for that because now my hands can meet the glass, and I can push against it and hold on as everything in me spirals and twists and builds and crashes.
All the while he kisses my back and neck and breathes words of praise and adoration into my heart and soul. When he comes, it’s like nothing else, and I stare at him, eyes glued to his gorgeous face, and it pulls more from me.
We both collapse to the floor, and he cradles me in his arms, kissing me softly, telling me how incredible that was. Then he lifts me and carries me into the shower.
“This time slow,” he tells me, kissing my cheek, and my heart gives a thump. He can do whatever he wants to me right now. I’m his.
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