Page 17 of The Mrs. Clause
She drew back, blinking up at me with big eyes. “Nick?”
I forced air into my lungs, panting with desperate desire but needing to ensure she was okay. “You good, baby?”
She licked her lips, hand still firmly around my cock.
"Later, in the bedroom, I want you to spank me."
Fuuuuuccccck.
My control snapped, and I reached down, mindless in my need.
"Suck my cock, I need to cum on your pretty fucking tits."
She moaned, her eyes dropping to half-mast as she shifted forward, her hot little mouth closing around me once more.
She sucked me hard, fisting my cock and deep throating me with hungry little whimpers.
Fuck. This is my wife. God, I love her.
“You need me, baby?” I asked, my voice rough with need. Her hands crept up, her hips moving higher as she squirmed on the floor.
“You like sucking this cock?”
She moaned, her hips shifting restlessly.
"Suck me, baby. Suck this cock."
She took me deep, and I immediately pulled out, splashing her breasts and those fucking candy canes with cum. She whimpered, a sexy little sound of need as I groaned, fisting my cock and jerking it over her breasts, decorating them with my mark.
In the aftermath we both panted, her flushed and needy, me drained but not anywhere near sated.
I looked down at her, giving my cock one last tug.
"Get in the bedroom."
She pushed up, slightly unsteady but gaining balance as she hurried towards the stairs. I waited, squeezing the belt wrapped around my hand and adjusting my pants, watching her juicy butt jiggling as she disappeared up the stairs.
I waited one more moment before I stalked up the stairs, following her perfume and listening to the sounds of the bells coming from the bedroom.
I found her spread out on the bed, facing the door. Her legs were splayed, fingers playing between her legs as she watched me, that pouty little sex kitten smile playing on her lips.
I stopped in the doorway, leaning my weight on the frame, crossing my arms as I watched her, my cock growing hard at the sight.
"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" I asked lightly.
Her fingers hesitated, stilling. "No?"
"No." I clarified. "Then what are you doing?"
She bit her lip, her breathing growing faster, her body ready for me. "Getting ready for you."
I suppressed my grin, forcing a frown to appear instead. "Did I ask you to?"
She shook her head.
"What does that mean?"
Her fingers stopped completely, her hand falling away from her body. "I've been naughty."
