I’ve one leg around my husband. The beast that stalks just below the surface of his clean-shaven demeanor appears. His hands slide around my throat, thumbs following the path of my pulse. I’m focused on the blood throbbing beneath my flesh until he speaks.
“Ye be a goodfeck dollwhile sucking my dick, Chevelle.” Leith’s grave voice vibrates through my entire body, sending shockwaves to my sex. Damn his inflection while talking dirty. I imagine my eyes have gone Stepford wife trance-like.
“Sookme good. I’ll give ye that kiss ye’re begging for. Aye, yer pussy wrapped around my cock with my tongue down yer throat. That’s the kissye’llremember yer entire life. Got that, lass?”
An inferno ignites me from the inside. Submissive, I fall to my knees and pull as much of my husband’s erection into my mouth as humanly possible. I’m exploring his thick girth, sucking him gently, when his hand clamps the back of my neck. Leith buries his dick past the point of my tonsils’ resistance.
I run a single finger along the hood of my clit, choking on his fat cock.
“Hands behind yer back,” Leith orders, “and I’ll not tie them together.Ye’ll hold position like a goodfecktoy all on yer own.”
The need to have him inside me has become so frantic that I clamp my hands into fists behind my back. Suctioning Leith in and out, I give a body aching whimper, aroused by his order. The caring lover has disappeared. I crave the vicious dominant who’s taken over.
My walls tremble in the night air. I want so badly for him to wrap me in his arms. My inner muscles begin to work as I feel the tension in his thighs. His orgasm is ready to unleash. A second later, Leith has yanked me from the ground. His chiseled jaw brushes along my cheek. “Not so fast, hen.”
Grabbing my thighs, Leith lifts my legs until my calves dangle over his shoulders, and his dick strokes my core. Instead of my husband coming undone, my moans lift toward a trillion stars.
“Leith,” I writhe. “I’m cumming! Kiss me, please.”
The anticipation creates an ache. His hands are plastered over my ass, pumping me up and down. I groan, begging for more.
“Ye want me to stuff yer pussy ‘til it aches?”
“Oh, yes! Kiss me, baby, please!”
He brings my wrists behind my back, pumping into me harder. He growls in my ear, “Who owns yer climax,fecktoy?”
“You do!”
One hand still holding my hips, Leith runs the other up my neck and bites my jaw. “That’s right. I own it. Now, beg me to kiss ya again.”
An exquisite feeling, like I’m free-falling in Leith’s love, wraps around me. “Please, please kiss me.”
The climax hits like a tidal wave. My voice pitches as Leith pistons into me, but this time, he does so with his tongue lodged down my throat. One orgasm flows straight into another. The coupling of his erection thrusting into me and the kiss I craved has me crash landing on a distant galaxy.
Chapter 11
Leith
Runningmy hands down the length of her delicious body, I cherish this moment. All the bloodyshiteI’ve been holding in suddenly evaporates as I kiss Chevelle hard andfeckher even harder. My hips thrust. My biceps drive her up and down until the crown of my dick collides with her cervix. Her amazing, tight pussy keeps getting wetter around me.
She’d begged me to kiss her. Not pressing my lips against hers had tormented us both. I’m banging my wife hard, growling in between each thrust. “Feckthe luck of those Irish paddies. I’m the luckiestnuggetin the universe. Ye’re so bonny, so beautiful.”
“Awe, Leith. You know what it does when you talk to me while you’re fucking me.I love you!”
I watch Chevelle’s breasts bounce as I piston into her repeatedly. When she screams, I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her until she’s left broken in my arms. My cum jets into the depths of her.
I frame her bonny face in my hands. “Ye’re mine, hen, never forget it.”
She pants, “I know, Leith.”
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Sometime later,I’m breathing in the tea tree mint of her hair. The soft kinks tickle my jaw. Chevelle looks up at me, wholly trusting. I’m stunned by the need to be truthful with her. I tell her everything, usually. But not this weekend. I have a few moves to pull. I pray to God that she will understand what I have to do next.
“Baby, what are you thinking?” she murmurs.
“Ye wanna know?”