Page 28 of Gooey

“Oh, that’s a given, baby,” he tells me, coming closer. “But who says I can’t munch on your pretty little pussy now and again later?”

“Maybe I say it,” I say breathily, feeling my stomach tighten as he invades my space.

Moore chuckles at me, cradling the side of my face with his big hand. “Oh? Are you in charge today then, sugar?”

“Maybe,” I whisper, biting back a gasp as his thumb teases my bottom lip. His eyes are down-right hypnotic as he peers down at me.

“And you think you can handle that?” He tsks, shaking his head. “My silly little wife, thinking she can go hours without getting off after having her hand around my cock. Isn’t it uncomfortably damp between your thighs, baby? Are you sitting here, eating my cum on your toast, and telling me that you aren’t soaking your fucking seat?”

Oh, God.

A fierce blush climbs up my neck, claiming my cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

My husband laughs. “Mmm, how hard is it for you to feign innocence when you’re this wound up, my love? Is your pussy aching while you spill these pretty lies to me, huh?”

Clit throbbing in my shorts, I barely muster a shake of my head.

“No?” he teases. “You sure? I already blew my load, sugar. I can wait until later, can you?”

“Well… when you put it like that?—”

I don’t even get to finish my sentence before my man lifts me straight from my seat and splays me out on the countertop. He tugs my shorts clean off and buries his tongue into my waiting folds. It doesn’t take long for him to make me cry out, lapping at my cunty cream like he’s starved for it.

The orgasm makes me dizzy just like my overwhelming love for him does.

“I’m so lucky to have you, my hero,” I whisper.

Licking my cum from his chin, he smirks.

“I’m the lucky one, sugar.”

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