Page 32 of Silver Foxed

At my words, she pushes her ass back, my cock sinking all the way in. We both shout together when I bottom out, my balls slapping against her sex. With my hands on her hips, I pause for a moment, letting her adjust. I squeeze and soothe her plush skin as I wait for her breathing to even out.

“Elijah,” she murmurs, tone laced with need.

“Are you ready for me to fuck this sweet ass of yours, my dirty girl?”

“Yes. Please, yes. I need it, baby.”

My cock twitches inside her, and I let my carnal need to pump her full of me take over. I pull back, watching my messy cock slide in and out.

Alex exhales a low sound of pleasure, and I pull almost all the way out before slamming back in. “Ohhh!” she cries.

I do it again, lifting her hips up so I can go deeper, my balls slapping against her at just the right angle so that she wails loudly, telling me to give her more. I plunge in and out as her cries become almost a musical soundtrack, one I’d love to play on repeat for the rest of my life.

“Elijah,” she murmurs, her voice cracking as if she’s teetering on the brink of orgasm again.

My grip on her hips is almost bruising now as I pull back and thrust all the way in again. Her body moves from the force of it. A shiver works up my spine, and my brow pinches, my release coming fast and quick.

I piston my hips and tug her back again, then I smack her ass, loving the way her freckled skin moves and turns shades of red and pink.

“I’m going to come,” I grunt, my movements turning shallower.

“Yes, baby, I want to feel you,” Alex begs.

“I’m going to show you who you belong to, Alex. I’m going to come in your tight ass till my seed is dripping out of you. And you’re going to take it like a good wife should.”

A shocked gasp leaves her mouth, but then she chants out several yeses as I lean my body forward. I slide my hand around her hips to find her clit. When I connect with the sensitive bud, she screams out, and I continue to fuck her deep, the muscles of my ass flexing.

“I’m coming, Elijah. Fuck, I’m coming again,” she moans.

My eyes close as the myriad of sensations take over. My hand on her clit, her heated skin against mine, the particles of sand on our bodies, and my cock deep in her ass, the muscles contracting as I fuck her.

With a final strum of my fingers on her clit and a thrust of my hips, my orgasm hits me at the same time Alex falls over the edge. My release paints her insides. I curse, feeling her pussy flutter through the barrier between us.

“Oh my god, baby. I can feel you coming inside me. I can feel you,” she moans as I collapse forward, making sure not to hurt her as I continue to rut into her, fucking any cum that’s slipped out back inside her.

“Take it, Alex. Take all of me,” I say against her ear. Her body shudders as my release pumps into her, taking everything I give.

It seems like our orgasms go on forever, but when my body finally stops shaking and my cock is spent, I kiss her shoulder and slowly back off her body. When I slip my softening length free, my cum spills out along with the lube I used.

“So pretty.” I smack her ass lightly. “My dirty wife.”

Alex releases a long and satisfied sigh, and my half-hard cock twitches, new images popping up behind my eyelids at doing the same to her pussy. At using her body and making it mine every single day for the rest of our lives.

For a second, I stun myself at the thought. Then I blink to remind myself this isn’t real. That I have only one night and part of tomorrow with this woman.

With a final palm of her ass, I grab the wet wipes with unsteady hands and pull a few out. After I’ve cleaned the mess of us off my length, I go to wipe the remnants of my cum from her, but Alex stops me by turning and lying flat on her back.

“Leave it,” she says, a slow smile on her face. “I want to feel you for as long as I can.”

I grin lazily at how dirty this woman is, how perfect. I drop the wet wipes to the side before crawling up her body to give her a kiss. She opens to me without hesitation, and I slowly stroke her tongue, exploring every inch of her mouth. After a time, I pull away, flopping to the side, both of us spent and sated. I look up at the clouds in the sunny sky as she snuggles into me.

“Still hate the beach?” she asks, green eyes sparkling.

“Yes.” I smirk. She smacks my chest, and I grab her hand, moving my thumb over some of the sand that’s accumulated on her now sweaty skin. “Though I can’t say I hate beach anal.”

A laugh bursts from her lips, and then she tugs her hand from mine, sitting up. “Let’s go swim. We can wash off all the sand”—she waggles her eyebrows—“and other things.” She glances toward her ass suggestively.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

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