butt.
She slicked the tip of her tongue over her lip. “I’m sorry, master.”
It was too much. The title he demanded she use, the quavering note in her normally self-assured voice, the smell of her juices wetting her pussy … all too much. With a growl, Sam lunged, hooking Nicky around the waist and throwing her onto their bed.
She landed on her back, legs splayed, glistening sex exposed. Breasts that were more than perfect jiggled as she bounced on the firm mattress, the dusky peaks of her nipples tight and puckered already. Before she could move he was upon her, straddling her hips and pinning her to the bed. He stared down into her luminous eyes, grinding his eager, rigid cock against her mons as he snared her wrists in tight fists. “Tell me what I’m going to do to you,” he ordered, yanking her arms further up the bed to press her wrists beside her head. “Tell me how I’m going to make you scream and cum until you can’t move or think anymore.”
A whimper slipped past his wife’s parted lips. Sam couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or trepidation. If he was honest, he didn’t care either way. His cock was too damn hard, his balls too damn swollen. Rising onto his knees he reached down between their bodies with one hand, plunging his middle finger deep into her sex and wiggling its tip against the highly sensitive spot he knew would make her arch and squirm and beg for more. “Tell me, wife.”
“Oh God,” Nicky moaned, throwing her head back as he buried another seeking finger, and another, into her clenching, creamy channel. “Sam, please …”
He withdrew his hand—a little—pinching at the tiny pink nub of flesh hidden between the folds of her sex. “Tell me,” he ordered again, dipping back into her wet heat, taunting and teasing with what he knew she wanted. With what only
he
could give.
Scalding blood rushed into his cock, pumping him harder than ever.
Nicky gasped, rolling her head to the side, her eyes squeezed tight. “You’re going to fuck me,” she whispered. “You’re going to stick your big, hard cock in my cunt and my arse.”
An exquisite spasm claimed his cock at her crude language, language she never used outside his domination. The words were a testament to his control over her and he revelled in it.
“More,” he demanded, driving his fingers back into her sodden slit. The sound of her juices slurping around his fingers was aural ambrosia.
He
had made her that wet. Him. “Tell me what else I’m going to do.”
Another soft cry fell from Nicky’s lips and she caught her bottom lip with her teeth again. “You’re going to fuck my mouth as I suck you off.” Her chest heaved, her round, heavy breasts rising and falling as she gasped and panted in rhythm with his plundering fingers. “You’re going to pump your load into my mouth and I’m going to swallow it.”
Sam’s balls grew tight and his cock strained even more against his boxers, seeking, no,
needing
the damp heat of her sex. Goddamn, he was so fucking horny. He stared down into Nicky’s face, noting the sheen of perspiration that slicked her cheeks and forehead, noticing the way her tongue touched her lower lip every time his fingers touched the inner walls of her sex. Ribbons of molten lust coursed through his veins.
“Fuck me, S-S … master.” Nicky’s cry was a hoarse breath. “Fuck me now.”
Her pleas were like fire on his flesh. Fevered, he dropped his head to her breasts, drawing the pink tip of her left nipple into his mouth in a greedy suck as he plunged his fingers back into her pussy. Her juices slicked his flesh. Her musky scent filled his nose. She arched her back, pushing her hips higher, pumping her sex harder to his hand. “Please, oh God, Sam. Please.” Her free hand tangled in his hair, pulling on the strands as she gripped in painful tugs that sent hot pleasure straight to his cock. “More. Give me more.”
He lifted his head, his breath short. “Oh, I’ll
She slicked the tip of her tongue over her lip. “I’m sorry, master.”
It was too much. The title he demanded she use, the quavering note in her normally self-assured voice, the smell of her juices wetting her pussy … all too much. With a growl, Sam lunged, hooking Nicky around the waist and throwing her onto their bed.
She landed on her back, legs splayed, glistening sex exposed. Breasts that were more than perfect jiggled as she bounced on the firm mattress, the dusky peaks of her nipples tight and puckered already. Before she could move he was upon her, straddling her hips and pinning her to the bed. He stared down into her luminous eyes, grinding his eager, rigid cock against her mons as he snared her wrists in tight fists. “Tell me what I’m going to do to you,” he ordered, yanking her arms further up the bed to press her wrists beside her head. “Tell me how I’m going to make you scream and cum until you can’t move or think anymore.”
A whimper slipped past his wife’s parted lips. Sam couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or trepidation. If he was honest, he didn’t care either way. His cock was too damn hard, his balls too damn swollen. Rising onto his knees he reached down between their bodies with one hand, plunging his middle finger deep into her sex and wiggling its tip against the highly sensitive spot he knew would make her arch and squirm and beg for more. “Tell me, wife.”
“Oh God,” Nicky moaned, throwing her head back as he buried another seeking finger, and another, into her clenching, creamy channel. “Sam, please …”
He withdrew his hand—a little—pinching at the tiny pink nub of flesh hidden between the folds of her sex. “Tell me,” he ordered again, dipping back into her wet heat, taunting and teasing with what he knew she wanted. With what only
he
could give.
Scalding blood rushed into his cock, pumping him harder than ever.
Nicky gasped, rolling her head to the side, her eyes squeezed tight. “You’re going to fuck me,” she whispered. “You’re going to stick your big, hard cock in my cunt and my arse.”
An exquisite spasm claimed his cock at her crude language, language she never used outside his domination. The words were a testament to his control over her and he revelled in it.
“More,” he demanded, driving his fingers back into her sodden slit. The sound of her juices slurping around his fingers was aural ambrosia.
He
had made her that wet. Him. “Tell me what else I’m going to do.”
Another soft cry fell from Nicky’s lips and she caught her bottom lip with her teeth again. “You’re going to fuck my mouth as I suck you off.” Her chest heaved, her round, heavy breasts rising and falling as she gasped and panted in rhythm with his plundering fingers. “You’re going to pump your load into my mouth and I’m going to swallow it.”
Sam’s balls grew tight and his cock strained even more against his boxers, seeking, no,
needing
the damp heat of her sex. Goddamn, he was so fucking horny. He stared down into Nicky’s face, noting the sheen of perspiration that slicked her cheeks and forehead, noticing the way her tongue touched her lower lip every time his fingers touched the inner walls of her sex. Ribbons of molten lust coursed through his veins.
“Fuck me, S-S … master.” Nicky’s cry was a hoarse breath. “Fuck me now.”
Her pleas were like fire on his flesh. Fevered, he dropped his head to her breasts, drawing the pink tip of her left nipple into his mouth in a greedy suck as he plunged his fingers back into her pussy. Her juices slicked his flesh. Her musky scent filled his nose. She arched her back, pushing her hips higher, pumping her sex harder to his hand. “Please, oh God, Sam. Please.” Her free hand tangled in his hair, pulling on the strands as she gripped in painful tugs that sent hot pleasure straight to his cock. “More. Give me more.”
He lifted his head, his breath short. “Oh, I’ll
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