“I love your little ass, pressing against my dick like you can’t wait for me to be inside.”
“I won’t come that way. Doesn’t matter.”
“You won’t, huh?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
My hand slips away, but she drags it right back where she needs it. Right over her clit. I grin as her hips writhe against me.
“No?” I ask again, lining myself up. Wetness slicks the swollen head as I press forward—slow, careful—until she takes just the tip.
Teeth clenched, I try to stop myself from the urge to thrust.
She attempts to grip the wood table but gives up and tosses her head and hair back as it falls from the loose bun. “Oh,my god! How are you this big?”
I want to apologize, but instead, I lift her thigh, placing it on the table so I can get a better angle and make it comfortable. I press a chaste kiss to her temple, then wallop a smack on her butt.
That’s when I shove in. Full force. Length soaked with her arousal and gripping me like she can’t get enough. She chokes on a gasp.
“How big?”
“So…So fucking big.”
She grunts as she tries to get awayfrom me, but shifts her weight back so far that she takes all of me. I watch as her pussy engulfs my entire cock.
I take over. Thighs burning. Back aching. I plunge deep inside. And deeper. And deeper.
Fucking hell!She feels incredible. Every time she bounces off my abs, my balls smack her in return.
Her breathing picks up the pace, and my fingers flick her clit the way I think she likes. Instead of holding me there, she shifts that hand up. Higher. And higher. I think she’s aiming for me to cup her breasts, and I do, squeezing a little. But she continues shoving it up.
All the way until I’m gripping her neck. My eyes squint with lust. “Yeah, my girl. You like that? Losing your breath while I fuck you hard?”
“Please!”
With a muffled chuckle, I tighten my grip and put pressure on her throat. My hips work rougher. The hand around her neck pulls her back into me until our skin smacks loudly enough I worry about who may come in. And see me using my wife’s body the way I want.
The way she needs.
“Not going to come, though?”
Locking tight around me, her pussy gives away what her mouth won’t.
“No!”
But then, she loses control. Body shaking. Legs slumping. Arms flailing out at her sides.
She screams. Loud and unrestrained. Like she has to have me take over because it’s the only vacation her busy mind gets to have is when she’s like this.
I shove her head down by the back of the neck until she’sbent over the table. She’s jelly. Loose and compliant now. I use her pussy for what must be several minutes. Taking my time until I’ve had my fill and she’s a whimpering mess.
Holding back a deep sigh of satisfaction of my own, I plunge in deep and come. Pleasure rips through me until I have nothing left. I fold my heaving body over hers and hold on. Pulling her closer. Pressing little kisses against her shoulder. Breathing heavily in her ear.
I remember the fury I had when I arrived. It’s gone. But to teach her a lesson, I straighten up, pull out, and situate myself while she’s reeling, collapsing on the table. Her knees buckle. Sweatpants puddle around her ankles.
I set her upright and face her, leaning in and kissing her harshly. Biting her lip. Shoving my tongue inside.
As soon as I pull back, I swipe my thumb over her panting mouth and smirk. “See you at home.”
I’m proud of myself. It’s not really my nature to be so gruff. But she’s bringing it out of me. The way she looks at me with shock and the heat in her eyes as I leave the study room makes me think she’ll follow and do what’s right.