Page 53 of Isle of Beauty

I’m not sure she realises what a gift she’s giving me. I don’t deserve it. But I sure as shit will take it anyway.

“Undo my belt and take my cock in your hand.”

She obeys again, and I’m rewarded with the vision of her pupils blowing even wider with desire. I shudder under her touch, my breath becoming laboured and shallow.

“Now suck me like a good little wife.”

She doesn’t hesitate and takes me into her hot mouth, her lips closing over the head. It’s fucking heaven. My eyes close, my head drops back. She moves her tongue around the head before she glides up and down my shaft, her hands coming to fill the space her lips can’t reach, squeezing and twisting just how I like.

She comes up for air and looks at me from her place on the floor. Our eyes connect and I feel taken care of for the first time in years. I dismiss the feeling and focus my attention on her mouth again. This is what I need: my wife’s hot mouth on me, ready to swallow all my feelings away and be punished for her sins.

She licks the precum gathered at the slit, making me moan loudly, then goes to the underside, stroking me as she explores, her hands in perfect rhythm and pressure.

“Fuck, your mouth is so perfect, baby. Do you want your husband to use you like a little fuck toy, mo cara?”

Praise falls from my lips unbidden. Pleasure coils at my spine, tightening my balls. I almost plead her, almost beg her to say yes. She whimpers, the sound vibrating along my cock, sending sensations across my entire lower body. She picks up the pace and I take it as all the consent I need.

“Open wide for me. Hands on your thighs”

I grab both sides of her face, my fingers along her jaw, careful not to fuck up her hair. And then I fuck her face, hard. Her throat constricts around my cock, electricity shooting up my spine.

She tilts her head to look at me. Tears well and fall on her cheeks, her makeup running a little like the proof of the punishment I extract on her body.

I’m coming faster than I’ve ever had, our eyes locked together. I’m the one moaning loudly, out of breath and spurting jets of cum into her wet mouth while she silently stays on her knees, and gaze at me with what looks too fucking close like adoration.

She swallows and sticks out her tongue before giving me a mischievous grin. I groan loudly. This fucking girl.

“You want me to spank your ass raw for that sass, mo cara?”

Her pupils blow to black pits of desire and she pants “Yes.”

I tuck myself back and lift her off her knees, kissing her hard. She tastes like me, driving me insane with the need to give her whatever she asks of me. I want her to always taste like this. Just as I always want to taste like her. My hands roughly guide her body closer to mine, one hand behind her shoulders to keep her clutched to me, the other gathering a handful of her tight round ass.

Our tongues clash and melt and battle. Lana’s hands tangle in my hair, without the same qualms I had about fucking it up and I cannot bring myself to care. Let the world see the mussed hair and understand why we disappeared for twenty minutes. Let them think I fucked her and claim her while she claimed me right back. I don’t give a shit about anything else.

Our kiss grows more intense. It’s not soft or sweet or slow. Her hands explore my body feverishly, from my back to my chest, until one of them comes back to my cock, hard again despite the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. I grasp her wrist and break the kiss, reluctantly.

“Hands on the sink, bend over and do. Not. Move.”

She obeys beautifully, catching her lower lip between her teeth, the beat of her pulse thrumming at her throat in the most exquisite rhythm.

I graze my fingers along her thighs, awakening a path of gooseflesh where they trail up to bunch the fabric of her green dress above her hips and out of my way.

My hands stop. My mouth dries up and falls open. My mind blanks.

No fucking panties.

“Such a little slut, mo cara.”

I forget to breathe, staring at Lana’s glistening pussy while she wiggles helplessly to release any pressure. My hand descends on her ass in a resounding smack, leaving a pink blush to her bouncy cheek. “I said ‘Do not move.’ Have you forgotten your manners, baby?”

She whimpers and I bring my hand down on the same spot again, unabashedly fixated on the jiggle of her backside and the moisture staining her inner thigh.

On the third count, she lets out a pained groan and I massage the sting again, revelling in the heat on my palm and the faint imprint of my hand on her body. I don’t resist swiping two fingers into her slick and bringing them to my mouth. My eyes fall close, neck tipping back and I moan.

Fucking mistake.

I drop to my knees and spread her cheeks to swipe my tongue into her cunt and drink from the source. I lap at her clit then lick her from her entrance to her puckered hole. She bucks against me but I stop her with another smack to her ass. “Fucking take what I give you.”

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