“Then why?”
“Did it feel good?”
She looks up at me from between my legs. I could damn near blow my load at the visual.
She lifts her eyebrows, thinking. “It was so good, but it was all of it. I wasn’t really focused on one thing.”
“Hop on, baby. See what you think when you sink down.”
She scrunches her face. “I’ve never really done that.” She pauses. “I probably need to research it first.”
I reach for my cock, fisting it and pulling up to the head, watching it go purple and angry. “Here’s your research.”
It’s as if I’ve thrown down the gauntlet. She rolls her shoulders back, the way she does when she wants to challenge someone, leans forward, and tosses a leg over my waist.
Reaching back, she grabs my dick, rubbing her thumb over the slit and the barbell, humming to herself. I’m never going to make it inside her at this rate. When she slides down, I have the worst decision—do I watch her face as she feels every bit of me inside her or do I watch my dick disappear in the hot tight sheath of her body? I opt for her face.
As long as I live, the look of wonder and pleasure, of indulgence and bliss that forms on her features will be burned on my brain. Next time I’ll watch my cock. Next time I’ll watch myself recede into her body.
For now, her face tells me everything.
“Was it worth it?”
She presses her hands to my abs, eyes shut tight, sliding up and down me, and nods.
“Tell me.”
“It’s worth it,” she says on an upglide.
She says nothing but sinks with a moan, sitting up a little higher. Four more glides, and she’s leaning backward, arms pressed down on my thighs, undulating her hips as I’m burieddeep inside her. Her head is tossed back. Her small tits with their dark, dusky nipples bounce with her ragged breaths.
When I lift my knees to support her back, she gasps.
“Wifey?”
Her eyes crack open, but she stops moving.
“Move, but tell me what you feel.”
Her eyes close again and she undulates as I thrust into her, finding a rhythm, knowing I’m hitting that spot deep inside her. She gasps with every hit of the end of her and tries to speak when I recede.
“So good.” Gasp.
“So deep.” Moan.
She sucks in a breath. “Too much.”
“No, baby, it’s not. Do you want too much?”
“No. Yes.” Her voice drops. “I want it all.”
I sit up, and she gasps. “Oh God.”
“Not yet. You can call me a god after I’ve wrecked you.” Splitting my legs, she falls back onto the bed, and I slide out, falling with her, before gliding in on my knees, missionary style. “Look at me.” When she does, I go on. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
“It’s already too much.” Her voice is quiet and strained, and she looks away. Her pussy clenches around me trying to find more, and I turn her face back to mine. “But I want more. I want to be wrecked.”
“Greedy girl.” I grin, and her eyes blow wider than I’ve ever seen.
