My stiff shaft bobs in the air between us, the tip wet and shiny with pre-cum. Both of Jules’s hands clasp around it, giving it long, slow strokes. I watch the fascination in her eyes as she follows the movement. Her hips seem to rotate involuntarily against me.
My pelvis responds, thrusting in time with the movements of her hips and we grind on each other.
I find myself gritting my teeth. I fight against the urge to grab her hips and slam her down on my cock. I return to the topic of conversation. “I think we should negotiate a compromise.”
“What sort of compromise?”
I rise into a sitting position, my mouth hovering close to hers. “I don’t want to feel guilty about fucking my wife.”
A shiver moves through her. Her breath fans over my lips when she whispers, “Then don’t.”
I brush my lips against hers. “The rest of our marriage contract stands, but from this point onward, clause four is null and void. Agreed?”
Her fingers curl around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. “Agreed.”
The kiss that follows is rabid, ravenous, uncontained. Our hands roam all over, touching and exploring like it’s all new. Like we’re starting all over again.
“Turn around,” I order her, swiveling her so that she’s still seated in my lap, but her back is pressed against my chest. “I’m dying to fuck you….But first, you’re going to suck me off.” I press my hand into the middle of her back, pushing her forward.
I expect her to push back, to remind me that she’s not one to take orders. But Jules seems as eager as I am. Because she drops forward on her elbows, her fingers immediately locking around my shaft.
“Oh, fuck. Yes,” is her response.
I grin. I’ve waited so long to feel her perfect lips wrapped around my cock. I can’t wait any longer.
Her warm hands give my erection a few tight, quick tugs, and then I feel it. The soft, velvety flutter of her tongue smoothing over my crown. My senses are on overload from the feel of her perfect mouth combined with the visual of her sweet pussy, sticky and open, hovering right above my face.
A groan forms in my belly, rumbling up my chest and spilling out of my mouth.
Jules peeks at me over her shoulder, a smug look on her face. “Shh…Be quiet…” she scolds me rather unconvincingly.
But then her tongue returns to my cock, licking up the sides in long, warm strokes. When her mouth completely engulfs half of my length in one go, another groan threatens to break free from me. That’s when I grab her hips and slam her pussy against my open mouth.
Her moan radiates through my dick, which makes me groan in turn. Then we’re just a mess of muffled sounds, humping the fuck out of each other’s faces as my bed squeaks beneath us.
It’s depraved. It’s chaotic. It’shot.
I thrust my tongue in and out of her hole. She slobbers and dribbles and takes my length deep in her throat.
When I feel her walls starting to quake and contract on my mouth, the telltale sign of her approaching orgasm, I give her ass a squeeze. “Reach into the drawer,” I tell her. “Grab a condom.”
Again, Jules takes my order without protest. I hear the rattle of the bedside drawer, the crinkle of the foil, and then she’s rolling the condom on.
I massage her ass again. “Now, ride me.”
I hold my cock at the base and she doesn’t hesitate to lower herself over the engorged crown.
We shudder together as I pierce into her from below. I grip her hips again, her ass cheeks softly jiggling against my lap when she sits fully. Her pussy swallows me whole.
“I’m so full,” she whimpers in the dark.
“Jesus.” I reach for her breasts, covering them with my greedy palms. “You feel so fucking good.”
We begin moving together, shockwaves slamming through me with each jolt. Rough. Hard. Fast. Careless. Making the bed shake beneath us.
This angle is insane. The way her pussy molds around me is unreal. I’m hitting a spot inside her that must be heaven. No doubt about it.
She braces my knees for leverage and I squeeze her tits and it all feels so good, I’m sure I won’t last much longer. My hand slides down between her legs, massaging and stroking her clit.
