Fuck, the way her eyes widen with the most fleeting expression of hesitation before melting into a raw need that makes my dick twitch. I watch her to make sure all that hesitation is gone before grabbing her hand and tugging her down until her upper body is supported by my knees. Her head and shoulders hang off one side, her ass hangs off the other.
It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. My wife is completely naked and willingly at my mercy while I’m fully dressed and eliciting gasps and whines from her with each soft drag of my fingers up and down her spine, over the sides of her breasts, and down the curve of her butt. She stiffens slightly when I let my palm rest open on the fullest part of it.
“You told me you could be quiet, baby.” I drag my palm in a circular motion over the curve of her, letting my fingers dip into the gap between her legs and dragging them through her dripping slit. She sucks in a breath and her hips buck, looking for the release I withheld from her when she made too much noise. I dip my middle finger into her wetness and drag it up to her clit, circling, working her back up. “I told you there’d be consequences if you didn’t listen.”
“I’m sorry,” she whines, her voice breathy and petulant. My sexy little brat.
“I don’t think you are.” I stop playing with her clit, grinning when she whines again. “But you will be.”
With an open palm, I smack Mira’s ass. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her soft skin flush with color. She jolts against my lap and lets out a startled squeak that turns into a whimper when I rub her pink skin.
“Good girls get fucked. Good girls get orgasms.”
“I can be a good girl,” she pleads, wiggling in my lap.
“Can you?”
“Yes.” Her tone is still petulant. Still bratty.
We can fix that. “See, I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet, baby girl. I think you’re playing me right now. You’re not sorry at all, you just want my tongue back in your needy little cunt.”
“Griffin…”
The smack I give her ass is harder this time. It leaves a faint pink outline of my hand, and Mira moans loudly, letting me know she’s as into this as I am. Thank fuck, because I’m not ready for this game to end. I raise my hand and spank her other cheek, then do it again.
“Oh. Griffin, I… Please, I need…”
“I know what you need,” I say, dipping my fingers between her thighs. She’s even wetter now. Dripping for me.
With one last, stinging smack to her ass, I lift Mira up and carry her to the back of the couch. Once her feet hit the floor, I press on the center of her back between her shoulder blades and bend her over the back of the sofa. She moves willingly, turning her face so one cheek rests on the cushion as she looks up at me.
Using my foot, I nudge her stance wider, groaning at the sight of her swollen pink pussy. Never able to completely let go of her sass—which I love—Mira wiggles her pink ass.
“Please, husband. Please, I need your cock.”
There’s a wild animal prowling beneath my skin, desperate to claim her, mark her, own her. The same way she owns me. With a growl, I unzip my jeans and pull out my dick. I don’t evenbother pulling the pants all the way off, only tugging them far enough down to fuck my wife.
“You need my cock, baby?” I palm her ass before spanking it once more. Mira gasps and groans. She nods, unintelligible words flowing from her lips. “Then, beg. Tell me how sorry you are that you didn’t do what you were told.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, her voice cracking with frustration and need. “I tried to be good, I swear. I tried to be quiet. But you made me feel so good, babe, and I couldn’t hold it in. I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted,” I say as I grip her hips and slam inside of her with one brutal thrust.
Mira cries out, the sound muffled as she screams into the cushion, her pussy tightening around me once I’m balls deep. I don’t give her time to adjust to the intrusion. Not this time. Not when I’m so far gone. I’m feral with need for her. My fingers dig into her hips and ass as I pound into her again and again, and I know it’ll leave a mark, but I can’t seem to feel anything but pleased by the thought.
“Look at you,” I praise. “You’re taking my cock like such a good girl. Keeping yourself quiet as I fuck you hard and deep. My perfect wife.”
With her face turned to the side, I watch, enthralled, as Mira’s eyes roll back into her head at the praise and the slamming of my hips against her ass. Reaching around her hips, I use two fingers to circle her clit. I’m so close to the edge. I need her to come, because I’m not going to last. The muscles in my thighs and back tense with the pleasure I’m trying to hold at bay.
“Come on my cock, baby. I want to feel you clamp down on me as I fill your pussy up.”
Mira’s muffled curses and pleas only add to my pleasure. Her fingers scrabble to grip the couch cushions as I fuck her hard and fast and play with her clit. When she begins to flutter around me, I have to grit my teeth so I don’t blow.
“Griffin, I’m gonna… Oh, god. Oh, fuck.”
When my wife screams into the cushions, her pussy clamping down on me in her own primal claiming, I lose the battle with my control and come with a roar. I thrust into her once, twice, then still, spilling in her fluttering heat with a guttural moan.
Leaning over Mira, I press open-mouthed kisses along her spine while I rock into her gently with my softening cock. “You’re amazing.”
