Page 5 of The Coveted Beta

She groans and falls back against the bed, throwing one arm across her eyes as though to shield herself from what I’m about to do. I smirk, drag her ass to the edge of the bed, and lower my lips to her sweet pussy.

“Oh, oh!” she cries, one hand fisting the covers beside her.

I lift my head. “Is it too much, sweetheart? Would you like me to stop?”

“No!” It comes out in a strangled squeak.

Chuckling, I go back to my dutiful work, sliding two fingers into her weeping pussy and slowly pumping as I lavish her clit with my tongue. I’ve barely begun when she’s emitting a filthy little groan and gushing all around my finger and over my willing tongue.

She lies panting in the aftermath, and I press a gentle kiss to her inner thigh. My cock is hard. Seeing her find her release has a predictable effect on me. She is simply stunning. I love to pleasure her. It is a gift like no other. I wonder if she wishes to settle down for the night, now. Perhaps she is ready to go to sleep. But then I see her legs twitch before she spreads them wider, invitingly. My fingers are still buried intimately inside her, and I begin to move again... testing.

“Oh,” she says, on a dreamy kind of breath.

“Is that nice, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

“Do you need my cock?”

She heaves a ragged breath. “Yes.”

“Undo the pretty ribbons on your gown and play with your tits, then.”

She fumbles with the little pink ribbons until the material falls away. I finger fuck her, watching as she cups her voluptuous breasts, squeezing them.

“Pinch your nipples,” I say.

She shakes her head.

“Clara, if you want me to fuck you, you will do as I say.”

She emits a cute little whine even as she does as she is told. She is very needy tonight. Needy in ways I have never known her to be before. As I finger fuck her, and watch my wife toy with her tits, my mind strays to how she looked when she was dancing with Frederick: the flush on her cheeks, her bright eyes. I imagine his fingers here, and her taste lingering on his lips.

I slide a third finger in her, and she arches up off the bed.

“Alex?”

“Hush, sweetheart, you can take this for me.” I don’t know what has come over me, but I am much enamored with the thought of stretching her out, of forcing her to endure more than she is comfortable with. “Does that feel good?”

“Ye-esss.”

“Good girl. Try and relax more for me. That’s it.”

My thumb circles her clit and, as I work my fingers in and out, the filthy wet noises tell me she is enjoying what I do. I want to do more, to force another finger in, to see just how much she can take.

“Goddess, Alex! I’m going to—”

She comes apart, pussy spasming over my fingers and snapping the last of my control. I crawl over her and capture her cheek in my hand as I close my mouth over hers. She kisses me back, entwining her arms around my neck as our tongues tangle.

She liked that.

I liked that, too.

The little warning bell is going off inside me, but I don’t heed it. “I need to take you roughly,” I say, tearing my lips from hers. “I want you on your hands and knees.”

She blinks up at me, shaking her head. “I... I don’t think... It’s not proper.”

“Anything that takes place between a man and his wife is proper,” I say. “If they are both congenial and enjoy it. Do you enjoy it? Do you want me to put my cock in you like that?” She nods helplessly. We are both helpless to the same pull. I strip her of her gown, put her on her hands and knees, and gently press her head into the covers.

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