“In your pussy, preferably.”
She grins, flicking her tongue against me. “Not this time, but not because I don’t love it. I just want to keep things interesting.”
“Darlin’, I don’t think you have to try too hard to manage that.”
Her laughter vibrates around my dick. I dig my fingers into her hair and guide her head up and down.
“I’ll come down your throat,” I say. “But you have to respond in kind.” I groan as she takes me deeper. “Thinking about my tongue in your pussy while yours is wrapped around my dick is a special form of magic.”
Her spit drips down my shaft, rolling off my balls and onto the floor, so she scoots up to take me in better. With her free hand, she cups my balls, which tighten as my orgasm begins to unfurl.
I thrust into her mouth. Each push is smooth and soft, and coupled with her hand, it’s perfection. Watching her take me in and those tits bounce is my undoing.
“I’m going to come,” I warn as my body begins to shake. “If you don’t want it in your mouth, now’s the time to stop.”
Her eyes darken, almost as a challenge, as her cheeks hollow.
A groan rumbles through my chest as my orgasm spreads through my body. I tense, thrusting harder and deeper into her mouth.
“Mira …” I say, barely able to get the word out through the build of the climax. One final look at her kneeling before me, and that’s it.
I paint the back of her throat with my cum, and she hums as I pump into her mouth, coming harder than I can ever remember. Every muscle in my body tightens as she swallows my seed.
“Dammit, Mira,” I say through clenched teeth. My fingers loosen in her hair, and I ease up, shivering as the last of my orgasm leaves me. “Fuck.”
My cock pops out of her mouth, and she wipes her lips with her discarded shirt.
“Is that what you wanted?” I ask, catching my breath.
“Yup.” She grins salaciously as she crawls onto my bed. She slips off her shorts and panties, spreading her knees apart. “Is this whatyouwant?”
All day. Every day. Forever.
“You, Mira Adler, are what I want. In any way I can get you.”
Her eyes widen, but she recovers quickly. Then a slow smile slips across her cheeks.
“You,husband, can have me any way you want. But I’d really like your face buried in my pussy right now.”
It’s a good thing I didn’t get around to turning the shower on. Because it’s going to be a long damn time before I get there.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Mira
“This is the best one yet,” I say, covering my mouth so cake doesn’t spray across the kitchen. “Sorry.”
Cathy shakes her head as she tidies up the windowsill. We brought a few herbs into the kitchen to make them easier to access, and they’ve grown like weeds. I swear, Cathy has two green thumbs.
“You always like the chocolate counter cakes the best,” Cathy says, tossing a rag into the mini hamper she keeps under the sink. “You liked the double chocolate and fudge better than the vanilla and coconut. And this is red velvet, which is basically chocolate.”
I swallow. “You learn something new every day. I’ve always thought I was a vanilla girlie.”
She smiles at me. “What are you going to do for the rest of the afternoon?”
“The usual. I have a few work emails to take care of, and then I’ll hang out with Pigasso for a bit. He’s slowly warming up to me.”
