“You do,” she sobbed, while trying to fuck herself on me.
“That’s right, I do. And I can breed my tight little pussy anytime I want,” I said, pulling her onto my cock while driving my hips forward.
Her little toes wiggled before her feet curled beneath her as her insides stretched around me.
I didn’t stop there. I plunged my thumb in and out of her ass while driving my hips forward.
Her cries were instant. Her pussy gushed around my cock.
“Good. Give me these holes. Give me what’s mine,” I rasped, swinging my hips faster.
Like a good little fuckhole, she took everything I gave her.
“You’re going to suck every last drop of my seed. All. Day. Long,” I grunted, and pounded her cunt with three deep strokes.
My cock glistened from how wet she was and my balls began to slap against her wet hole. The harder I used her the more animated she became.
I watched it all.
The way she took every inch. How she tried to fling herself back onto my thumb and cock.
Lost in a world of seeking her release.
I felt the tremors. Heard the chaos in her incoherent mumbles. And when she came her entire pussy sucked me in, holding me as she cried out.
I hoped everyone heard her.
My thumb locked in. I yanked back before ramming myself home again.
Our flesh slapped.
Again.
And again.
She was still shuddering when I drained my balls inside her—feeling every pulse, every twitch, the wet heat of my seed deposited exactly where it was meant to be.
Inside my wife’s pussy.
Chapter 28
Iskra
He didn’t stop. He continued to rock his hips, bumping against my ass as he worked to push his come deeper. I gripped the sheets when he moved his thumb again. He spat once more—the saliva still warm as he rubbed it with his thumb before pressing it back inside me.
I clamped down on him, feeling both parts of him inside me again.
“This is just the beginning of your day, Iskra,” he murmured, working on my body as though he hadn’t just come inside me thirty seconds ago.
A few moments later he pulled his thumb out and leaned over me to retrieve my sweater. I glanced back and watched him roll it up.
“Lie on your back, hips up,” he said.
I knew the drill. I got into position, ignoring my stiff muscles, and felt him tuck the rolled sweater beneath my hips. He pulled his shorts back on and walked to the door.
“I’ll be back shortly,” he said.
Of course he would.
