Page 116 of Wife Number One

I slapped her between the legs, making contact with the areas I’d already been working into submission.

She cried out, and her pussy clenched around nothing. And then again. And again.

She moaned loudly, shaking at the force of the feeling.

Holy shit. She’d come without me even penetrating her.

I watched her in the mirror, letting the orgasm die off and pink embarrassment heat her cheeks.

“You came before I was ready to let you,” I accused.

“I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. “Stop fucking saying you’re sorry. Do you have any idea how sweet your pussy is, fluttering like that, wet and dripping?” I bent over her back, wrapping my arms around her, and whispering into her ear, “But the next time you come, it’s going to be with my cock buried inside you.”

I flipped her onto her back, laying her out on the mattress and immediately spreading her legs wide. I dove to her tits, sucking one into my mouth, as much of it as I could fit, while I groped the other, squeezing her nipples until she gasped.

I nipped at the one in my mouth, then sucked it hard, drawing it into a stiff peak for my tongue to worship.

Her legs were spread wide, me kneeling in between them, and I let my mouth travel down her stomach. She had old, faded scars beneath her belly button that were silver in the light and so pretty they could have been tattoos. The skin there was different too, softer, and I kissed every inch until I got to her snatch.

I wasn’t used to women with hair. Kiki and Amber plucked themselves bare everywhere.

Kara had a sweet triangle that did nothing to hide the good stuff between her folds. I spread her wide with my fingers and ran my tongue from her swollen clit to her glistening opening.

I set up camp there, lying on the mattress between her legs, thrusting my tongue in and out of her entrance, fucking her with my tongue.

Her hands landed lightly on my hair, and I groaned at her touch.

“What do you want? You want to come on my fingers? My tongue? Or my cock?” I grinned up at her. “If you choose my fingers or my tongue, just know there’ll be more orgasms until one eventually lands on my dick.”

I needed her too bad. Needed to bury myself inside her.

I licked two fingers and let them take the place of my tongue, thrusting in and out of her while I licked her clit instead.

Her thighs clenched around my head, and I rejoiced in the squeeze of her soft skin and the muscles buried deep beneath.

“Wrap your legs around my head. Take what you need.”

My dick nearly punched a hole in the mattress when she locked her ankles behind my head, drawing me even farther into her core. I buried my face, her arousal coating my lips and the stubble around my mouth. I added a third finger, finding her G-spot buried deep inside and then when her pussy opened up even farther, a fourth.

She was so damn wet. So damn responsive. And she was taking everything I’d offered like the good girl I knew she was. The urge to push her, to see how much she could take was like a dangling carrot, so damn tempting.

But there would be time for that.

After I’d made her come again.

I picked up the pace, and the rocking of her hips met my fingers, telling me she wanted to receive it as badly as I wanted to give it.

I sucked her clit hard, sending her over the edge. She cried out, smothering me with her thick thighs so damn sweetly I didn’t give a fuck if I couldn’t breathe. All I could taste and smell was her, and there wasn’t a thing in the world I wanted more. She clenched and spasmed around my fingers, but the moment her legs unlocked, releasing me, I was there, ready to fill her with my cock.

I thrust into her, hard and deep, my dick catching the last of her orgasm and hitting her just right until the ebbing feeling became stronger, her third orgasm taking a hold.

Her eyes went wide, panic in her gaze, like she had no idea what her body was capable of. The pleasure she could get from sex, as long as the man between her thighs wasn’t her cunt of a husband.

Her pussy claimed my cock. Swallowed every inch like I’d been made for her. She shouted my name. Bucked off the bed. Dug her fingernails into my shoulders as she shook and shuddered, the last orgasm the strongest of them all. Tears filled her eyes, but I didn’t stop. I fucked her hard, knowing those tears weren’t ones of pain because she was fucking me as much as I was fucking her. Her greedy hips thrust up to meet my every move, and her moans and pants told me exactly how much she’d needed it.

Those tears were surprise. Pleasure. And when one dripped down her cheek, I licked it away.

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