When he’s done, and every last drop of him has been spent, he slides to his knees, me still impaled on his cock.
His eyes are open as his lips seek mine. He doesn’t close them and I don’t either as we taste each other.
I can’t stop myself, I undulate a little on his softening cock.
His lips leave mine and trail down to my ear. “Oh, my greedy girl has a greedy pussy. I like that. Is round two in the hall or in your bed?”
I pull back to look at him. “You want round two?”
“I want round two thousand,” he says as if I’m dense. “But I need to eat you again. And I want to watch you on your knees for me. But first… first up is cowgirl. I want to watch you ride me. I want to watch that pretty pussy swallow my cock and see it disappear inside you.”
He hardens and heats inside me. “You can’t be ready again. Biologically speaking, it’s nearly impossible to?—”
His laughter has my breasts bouncing, and his eyes drop to them in hunger. “Hop up, Wifey. I want you stripped and on the bed in two minutes or less.” He taps my butt. “Or I’m calling in my spanking for one of your broken rules.”
Liam
“You broke one too.” She pouts.
Fuck yeah, I did. And it was so, so worth it. “Then you can spank me.” I waggle my eyebrows.
She slices her eyes to slits and looks away.
Using a thumb, I turn her chin back to me. “No getting out of it now. You only got one flavor. There are plenty more, and then of course, there are the toppings, the sprinkles, the sauces.”
“I got two flavors,” she whispers.
“No, baby. Me eating you isn’t a flavor. That’s merely the appetizer. A delicious appetizer that I want to sample again and again. In fact, I plan to eat your pussy before you ride me. But I need to lock up the house and “biologically speaking””—I say my air quotes rather than show them—“The two minutes won’t be bad for me. Or you.” I nip at her bottom lip.
She studies me for longer than I know what to do with.
“If you don’t want that, we can have vanilla on the hall floor. Or I can fold you over the arm of the sofa and slide into you from behind.”
She shivers and rolls on me again, her body wanting what her mouth won’t say. She lifts off, and I take a huge inhale, smelling us where we joined.
Her face flushes, and she quickly moves to cover herself.
I swat her hands away. From my knees between her legs, I say, “That pussy is mine, Wifey. I can lick it, tongue it, suck it, smell it, finger it, fuck it. Don’t you hide yourself from me.”
“Oh, crêpe.”
I hide my smile. “Two minutes. Naked in bed.”
“Maybe I want the spanking,” she says, looking over her shoulder as she sashays away.
Maybe she does know how to play the game after all.
Round two starts slower, but only because she’s tired after riding my face. And because I came so damn hard from going raw for the first time in my life inside her perfect pussy, I thought I might’ve died and been brought back from the dead.
When she slides down my body, trailing her lips over my nipples and the ridges of my abs, she spots my piercing. Her eyes go wide and her curious hands reach out to touch it. Those gentle fingers tease as her mind studies me like a science experiment, her head twisting this way and that.
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Did it?”
“Like a bitch.”
