Page 28 of Love Thief

Chapter

Nine

KELLEN

“Do you think we need a tractor?” I ask my wife.

“No, no tractors required.” She answers.

I never thought we could top the night we consummated our first marriage in a field with a tractor, truck, and the aid of a whip. But seeing as I’d ordered a load of stuff from a sex shop, and Evie’s never seen half the shit I bought and is picking it up asking what it is and what it does, I can hardly concentrate.

She starts to giggle at one point, holding up the vibrating panties set. Apparently this she knows what to do with. Between peels of laughter, she tells me, “A friend nearly ended up in Accident and Emergency after a concerned citizen phoned the paramedics. She was rolling around one of the London parks, moaning, and someone thought she was having a seizure as she jerked around and fell off a bench she was trying to sit on. When the paramedics arrived and tried to put her in an ambulance, she finally told them to phone her husband to tell him to stop pressing the buzzer.” Evie’s rolling with laughter at the story, imitating the woman on the floor, When Harry Met Sally style.

Xander, of course, comes rushing into the bedroom thinking she’s crying, and stands stock still, staring at the woman who is now actually crying on the floor holding a set of vibrating knickers.

She lobs them at him, telling him to put them on—which of course he does—and she picks up the controller. The lunatic then spends the next hour suddenly stopping and shivering as Evie blasts his nether region with vibrations. There’s not a dry eye in the house.

The minx then decides to run a quiz on who can guess what the sex toy does, and we spend the hour or so drinking and playing a game of name the sex toy.

Of course, Xander’s happy to demonstrate, and eventually most of the toys and everyone in the party has been used as a model, me included.

I finally kick them all out just before dawn and take my wife to bed. Well not bed, exactly. More like the pool, the pool table, the couch, the swing chairs, the bar, basically any surface I can get her on. She tries to be quiet, knowing Becky and Levi are in the other bedroom, but I tell her not to bother. They know what we’re doing, they won’t come out of their room.

When we finally make it into the bedroom, it’s already light out, but I have a few toys I still want to use.

“I think Xander stole some of them,” I tell her, looking around at the stash still laid out on the bed.

“He is crazy,” she says fondly, and pulls me towards her. “But don’t worry about them. I want to suck your cock. Will you tell me what feels really, really, good?”

“It all feels good. I’ll try, but I tend to lose my speech a bit.”

She grins at me as she kneels in front of me, looking up. “I like it when you lose it, it turns me on even more.”

“I don’t want to come in your mouth. I’ll let you suck me, but I’ve got things to do yet.” she flutters her lashes at me. “Not going to work, not in charge, Kitten.” I shake my head at her as she holds my balls and licks around the head of my cock, lapping at the underside. Fuck it feels good. She hums on the piercing and it vibrates, making me want to thrust into her mouth. The little bit of self control I still have kicks in and I wait for what she does next.

“Maybe I’ll put those pants on you,” she says before taking me into her mouth, relaxing her jaw.

I’m big, and I’m hitting the back of her throat, it feels fantastic. I hold her hair and start to fuck her face. She keeps her mouth open, and I’m thrusting into her face and throat, getting close, so I pull out.

She tries to stop me by holding onto my arse cheeks and smacking them, but I pick her up by her shoulders, practically growl, “No, my turn,” and drop her onto the bed. Turning her over onto her stomach, I pull her up onto all fours and lube up a vibrating butt plug, but she’s so wet I hardly need any. “This is going to feel so fucking good,” I tell her.

Letting me push it into her and set it to vibrate, she gasps, and moans, “Kellen.”

Ah good, we’re back to name only.

I push into her from behind. Her head is down and she’s moaning, “I feel so full.”

I crank it up a notch, and pull her hair as I push in again and again from behind. I can’t stop myself from pounding into her, she feels so fucking amazing. I’m hitting her deep, my piercing and cock throbbing.

She’s pushing back on me, meeting me thrust for thrust. I can hear her moans hitting a higher pitch. I’m really pulling at her now, and slap her cheeks making the plug move around. She’s screaming out my name, keening so loudly the whole hotel will hear her, but I don’t give a shit.

She loses the plot and I feel her let go as her pussy clamps down on me, like a venus fly trap snapping shut. My balls are tingling and my toes are curled up as I pound in and come inside her, emptying my balls again.

Jesus, I can hardly breathe, and she has tears leaking out of her eyes. I continue to move slowly, kissing her back, neck, and stop the plug but don’t remove it. I lay with her as we come down from the high we created together. She’s flat out. I decide to be kind to her and remove the plug, get up and wash it in the bathroom, and she’s not even moved.

When I return, she’s still laid in the same place. I grin. God, she’s beautiful. I move her gently to turn her on her back and push her legs open as I lick her pussy. Sweet heaven, she tastes of me and her. I eat her out, my balls pulling up tight as I swirl my tongue around her clit. I slap her pussy with a paddle, and she groans out. I dive back in as she’s contracting, her greedy pussy grabbing for me.

“Yes, baby, you want more?”

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