depended on it. In fact, I don’t think anything could stop me now. Especially when Harleigh clamps down around me and shudders through her second climax.
A sheen of sweat covers both of us, making Harleigh’s skin glow. The waning sun coming through the open drapes dips below the top of the city’s skyline beyond. But nothing is more stunning than the woman writhing above me.
No sunset or sunrise anywhere in the world. Not the Northern Lights I had the privilege of seeing from behind the handlebars of my bike. I’ve always been in awe of the scale of the Grand Canyon, the peaks of the Rocky Mountains, and the winding lengths of the Mississippi River, but they all pale in comparison to Harleigh’s beauty.
Her moans become deeper and longer as her come starts dripping from her swollen pussy. Pulling the hood of her clit back, I twist my piercing so that the stud on the end rubs her oversensitive bud with each of my upward thrusts.
“I’m going to make you come again for me, Angel. I want you to cover my dick in your juices.”
Taking a stuttering breath, Harleigh whimpers,
“I don’t think I can.”
“You can and you will. I’m not going to stop fucking you until I’m drowning in you,” I say in a tone that brokers no room for argument.
She doesn’t answer me, but she doesn’t need to. I can feel how close to coming she is. Her cunt pulses and sucks at my cock. Harleigh’s G-spot is swollen and ripe, ensuring me that it will only take one stroke across the almost hidden bundle of nerves to push her over the edge.
Not one to sit idle and take her fucking like the good girl I know she can be, Harleigh leans down and licks a path from my chest to my ear.
“If you want me to come again, to coat your big, thick, hard cock in my cream that I may or may not lick off you later, then I want to see you too. Show me how much you missed me, honey.”
Jesus, fuck, this woman is killing me!
My balls are pulled up tight to my body. My cock is throbbing and weeping at the thought of Harleigh licking it clean. And don’t get me started on my heart. That’s about to beat out of my fucking chest out the sound of her husky voice telling me exactly what she needs from me to get her off.
“Bite me,” I growl, reaching around to grab a fistful of her hair. “Fucking mark me.”
My wife’s eyes light up at the prospect of leaving her mark on me. This is something I’ve never asked her to do before, but I have always known would be hot. Walking around with Harleigh’s brand on my back, chest, neck, wherever the fuck she wants to put it is like adding fuel to the flame of my arousal.
There’s no hesitation when she sinks her teeth into the cord of my neck where it meets my shoulder either. As my wife bites down hard enough to pierce the skin and draw blood, I moan and shudder violently beneath her.
The suction of her mouth coupled with the searing pain of her teeth tearing through my flesh is too much. My hips jerk upward, burying my cock inside her tight cunt to the hilt, and the first jets of come erupt from my tip, bathing Harleigh’s pussy in heat.
“Fuck, Angel. Suck harder. Bite me fucking harder,” I bellow, pumping thick stream after stream of come into her.
Pinching her clit between my thumb and forefinger, I add a half twist making Harleigh go wild. She releases my neck and sits upright, bucking, arching her back, which only serves to thrust her tits into my face. I take a nipple between my teeth and give it the same treatment as she did my neck and then it’s all over.
Harleigh comes with a flood of wetness that bathes my stomach and thighs. Her chest and neck are flushed, she’s covered in sweat and fighting to regain her breath, but she’s never looked more exquisite than she does right now.
Not wanting to break our connection, I don’t remove her from my cock as I roll us both to our sides, then over again so that
A sheen of sweat covers both of us, making Harleigh’s skin glow. The waning sun coming through the open drapes dips below the top of the city’s skyline beyond. But nothing is more stunning than the woman writhing above me.
No sunset or sunrise anywhere in the world. Not the Northern Lights I had the privilege of seeing from behind the handlebars of my bike. I’ve always been in awe of the scale of the Grand Canyon, the peaks of the Rocky Mountains, and the winding lengths of the Mississippi River, but they all pale in comparison to Harleigh’s beauty.
Her moans become deeper and longer as her come starts dripping from her swollen pussy. Pulling the hood of her clit back, I twist my piercing so that the stud on the end rubs her oversensitive bud with each of my upward thrusts.
“I’m going to make you come again for me, Angel. I want you to cover my dick in your juices.”
Taking a stuttering breath, Harleigh whimpers,
“I don’t think I can.”
“You can and you will. I’m not going to stop fucking you until I’m drowning in you,” I say in a tone that brokers no room for argument.
She doesn’t answer me, but she doesn’t need to. I can feel how close to coming she is. Her cunt pulses and sucks at my cock. Harleigh’s G-spot is swollen and ripe, ensuring me that it will only take one stroke across the almost hidden bundle of nerves to push her over the edge.
Not one to sit idle and take her fucking like the good girl I know she can be, Harleigh leans down and licks a path from my chest to my ear.
“If you want me to come again, to coat your big, thick, hard cock in my cream that I may or may not lick off you later, then I want to see you too. Show me how much you missed me, honey.”
Jesus, fuck, this woman is killing me!
My balls are pulled up tight to my body. My cock is throbbing and weeping at the thought of Harleigh licking it clean. And don’t get me started on my heart. That’s about to beat out of my fucking chest out the sound of her husky voice telling me exactly what she needs from me to get her off.
“Bite me,” I growl, reaching around to grab a fistful of her hair. “Fucking mark me.”
My wife’s eyes light up at the prospect of leaving her mark on me. This is something I’ve never asked her to do before, but I have always known would be hot. Walking around with Harleigh’s brand on my back, chest, neck, wherever the fuck she wants to put it is like adding fuel to the flame of my arousal.
There’s no hesitation when she sinks her teeth into the cord of my neck where it meets my shoulder either. As my wife bites down hard enough to pierce the skin and draw blood, I moan and shudder violently beneath her.
The suction of her mouth coupled with the searing pain of her teeth tearing through my flesh is too much. My hips jerk upward, burying my cock inside her tight cunt to the hilt, and the first jets of come erupt from my tip, bathing Harleigh’s pussy in heat.
“Fuck, Angel. Suck harder. Bite me fucking harder,” I bellow, pumping thick stream after stream of come into her.
Pinching her clit between my thumb and forefinger, I add a half twist making Harleigh go wild. She releases my neck and sits upright, bucking, arching her back, which only serves to thrust her tits into my face. I take a nipple between my teeth and give it the same treatment as she did my neck and then it’s all over.
Harleigh comes with a flood of wetness that bathes my stomach and thighs. Her chest and neck are flushed, she’s covered in sweat and fighting to regain her breath, but she’s never looked more exquisite than she does right now.
Not wanting to break our connection, I don’t remove her from my cock as I roll us both to our sides, then over again so that
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