Page 115 of Wife Number One

I palmed it, taking long, greedy strokes just to relieve the pressure the tiniest bit.

Her eyes dropped to what I was doing, heat flaring in her gaze as she watched me jack off over her.

Again.

How many fucking times did I have to do that before she believed it was her who got me hard?

I’d do it every fucking day if she’d let me.

Precum beaded at the tip of my cock, and my balls tightened, ready to come already.

Fucking hell, I hadn’t wanted to come that quickly since I was a goddamn virgin. I had to drop my dick before I embarrassed myself.

She was still covering herself up, acting like her body wasn’t everything I’d been craving.

“Get on your hands and knees again, Kara.”

She did it quickly, taking up the fucking “position” her husband had taught her.

I moved in behind her, rubbing my dick between her legs, hissing when I got my first touch of her wet pussy.

My cock glanced over her clit, and she shivered.

Back and forth I stroked her slit, soaking my cock in the juices seeping from deep inside her, watching her back as her breaths increased.

Every slide was agonizing. I wanted to plunge inside her. Dig my fingers into the curves of her hips and hold on while I fucked her deep.

But she wanted to be punished.

Apparently, so did I.

Not fucking her was the biggest punishment of them all.

Her hips started a slow, mindless rock, back and forth, chasing the friction igniting between our bodies.

I slapped my palm against her ass, hard enough for it to sting.

And was rewarded with a cry that had her knees shaking.

I chuckled. “You aren’t supposed to like punishments.”

Her skin turned the prettiest shade of pink, and I slapped the other cheek, leaving a matching mark.

Again, my reward was a moan of pleasure that made me just want to do it all over again.

She had her forearms down on the mattress, her head buried in the crook of her arm.

I leaned over her, taking a hold of her ponytail and using it as leverage to turn her face to the side of the room where I’d hung a full-length mirror after my shopping trip to Providence.

“Want to see your face when I spank your pussy, Little Mouse.”

She didn’t lift her head, but we both looked over at the mirror.

Her gaze met mine in the reflection.

Reluctantly, because my dick was really enjoying the slip and slide I’d created between her folds, I pulled back, sitting back on my feet so I could see every inch of her.

From behind, everything she had was on full display. Her clit, swollen from the way my dick had been playing with it. Her pussy, dripping with arousal. Her sweet asshole, just fucking tempting me with a new way of giving her pleasure.

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