“Silly man.” Her hand snakes past my hip and grabs an ass cheek while the other closes around my cock.
I forget to breathe from the jolt.
Stroking me, she says, “I never got over how you felt inside me.”
A damn breaks and I lose it. I bend down and crash my mouth against hers in a savage kiss. I wedge myself between her legs as I keep kissing her lips. Her neck, her collarbone, between her tits. Sucking on her nipples, I feel her get wetter and wetter against my balls.
I pull back once more to admire my wife, choked up that I couldn’t stay her roommate and equally angry with myself for building a wall in the first place. She stares back at me, jaw tipped open, pink tongue wetting her lips, and her eyes glassy with lust.
“I have condoms. I can put one on,” I offer.
“I got tested after Pierce because he cheated on me. I’m clean, and I’ve had a birth control shot for the last couple of years. We can get dirty and wet.”
“My dirty, dirty wife.” My head explodes, and I lose control.
I close my hand around my cock and gently stroke it to make sure I’m hard enough but not on the verge ofspilling. I want to enjoy this, and I want her to enjoy me fucking her.
I position myself at her soaked entrance. “You ready for my cock?”
“So ready, Cormac.”
I thrust inside, and Scarlett arches under the impact. “Christ, for a fake husband, you?—”
I shush her with my mouth. “This isn’t fake anymore. I’m fucking you, my cock is buried inside you. That makes this marriage real.”
“Good. You are so mine,” she reminds me that possession goes both ways.
I love how strong she is and how each day she gets a little further past what Pierce Langston did to her.
“God, I can’t believe you fit inside me.” She tilts her hips to meet each one of my thrusts.
“You’re so tight, I feel your walls sucking in my cock.” I love how she’s making me hers. It feels incredible to be wanted for just who the hell I am. Almost.
Settling into a rhythm, I glide in and out, slowing down at times when I start to feel the edge coming up at me.
“Scarlett, you look so fucking good taking my cock.” I squeeze her butt cheeks to bring our bodies closer together. “You okay?”
“Cormac, keep going,” she cries out.
“Tell me how good I feel, Scarlett.” I change up the angle and get even deeper. “Use your words. Are you full? Do you need more?”
Not that I have more, but I’m open to playing with toys or stopping to lick her to extend the pleasure for her.
“So fucking good,” she moans. “My husband is fucking me so good.”
“Yes, he is. So long as that’s me.” My hand wanders up her neck, and I squeeze her throat while I fuck her likean animal.
“I love how big you are.” She tips her neck back. “Right there, don’t stop.”
“Christ, do you see what you do to me? This wet pussy dripping down on my balls has me so hard.”
“Keep fucking me, please.” Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she starts to spasm around my cock.
After I close my hands around her tits, she drenches my length. It’s warm. It’s tight. It’s fucking wonderful.
I lean forward to kiss her and drink in her moans. The sound drives me insane. My wife loves wild sex and has a pussy all for me. I keep going, testing my limit until that tingle in my spine blossoms into a fire in my heart.
“Fuck,” I groan.