She sounded distracted. Her eyes were on his leisurely pumping fist. Knowing that he was giving his curious young bride a depraved show made him stiffer than a poker.
“You are my prisoner,” he said sternly. “You do as I say.”
“All right,” she breathed.
Her eager acquiescence made his lips twitch. Even when submitting, his lusty girl liked to be in control. He didn’t mind; he adored her spirit. As delightful as it was to have her kneeling at his feet, his true fantasy lay in unleashing her passion. In discovering how hot his wife could burn before they both went up in flames.
“Take my cock again,” he ordered. “Bring it to your lips.”
“Like this?”
Only Fiona could manage to sound prim while holding his turgid prick mere inches from her face. Her breath caressed his moist head, making him shudder.
“Kiss the tip,” he said huskily.
She brushed the softest, sweetest kiss on his burgeoned dome. The ladylike offering lured more seed from his slit.
“You get wet too,” she said.
Her coquettish observation made him hot all over. Made him want to give her a taste of his wetness. The forbidden notion of spilling in his bride’s mouth shot an arrow of heat up his spine. He’d never done that before and wouldn’t expect a lady to allow such a thing.
“Open your mouth now,” he instructed. “I want to feel those pretty lips around me. Just remember to keep your jaw loose, breathe through your nose, and watch your teeth, all right?”
In reply, she parted her lips, and he pushed inside.
Sheer, hotbliss. Watching her delicate lips stretch around his veined girth added to his bank of fantasies. He took care not to push too deep; for now, it was enough to feel her soft, wet mouth surrounding his head. She sucked on him like he was a boiled sweet while she continued to frig him.
“Look at me, goddess,” he commanded. “Do you like your first taste of cock?”
Her gaze was glazed with divine lust. “Mm-hmm.”
He trailed his knuckles along her jaw. “Do you want to take me deeper?”
Without stopping her delightful ministrations, she bobbed her head.
“Place your hands on my thighs then. Relax your jaw and let me have you.”
She obeyed, resting her palms on his bulging thighs.
He stared at his wife with her angelic eyes and cock-stuffed mouth, and recognition flooded him.
“Such a good, wicked girl,” he said hoarsely. “Everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Her gaze widened, shimmering. Her sound of joy was distorted by his plunging prick. Weaving his fingers in her hair, he held her steady while he thrust into her mouth. While he lost himself in her pure, honest fire.
He’d never had a woman who was his equal in every way. Who took everything he had while her eyes begged for more. He groaned as he availed himself of her sweet generosity. As he plumbed the depths of her kiss. Swamped with pleasure, he buried himself to the hilt and jerked when her throat cinched around his tip.
“Christ, I’m sorry.” He pulled out, gasping. “Are you all right, love?”
Her lips red and swollen, she looked at him with a goddess’s eyes.
“Give me more,” she said in a throaty whisper. “Give me everything.”
Devil and damn. I think I could fall in love with my wife.
His chest seizing, he thrust himself back into bliss. He held her steady for his plundering, fucking her mouth like he had her other sweet hole. She moaned, her knees splaying, putting her pussy in contact with the fur rug. She squirmed against the soft tufts with needful abandon. The beast in him roared in recognition of its mate. Her tongue flicked at his invading head, and he bared his teeth, feeling the hot pulsing of his stones.
He pulled out an instant before he lost his mind. Fisting his cock, he gave in to his primal urge to mark her. He aimed at her beautiful tits, her belly, her cunny, roaring as he lashed her with frothy streams of pleasure. He came and came, shuddering as Fiona moaned, rubbing his seed over her nipples and skin with her elegant fingertips.
