Page 124 of Devious Lies

I swipe my tongue along her slit and her shocked gasp tells me she likes the new, bigger ball at the end of my piercing.

I grin while I lap at her again and again, feeding my tongue to her hungry cunt.

“That’s it, Baby Girl,” I growl as I plunge two fingers into her tight heat.

“Look at me, kneeling at your altar. You're the one I worship, Maria. And I'll prove it by praying on my knees. I’ll use anything to please you. My words. My hands. My lips. My tongue. And my cock,” I tell her.

I don't know where she gets that honey lilac scent that seems to surround her, but I adore it. Some of it is her soap, but it’s more her than anything.

I drink it in as I press my face against her.

I love her so much.

Every freaking inch.

Her hair.

Her eyes.

Her smile.

Her neck.

The valley between her breasts.

Her soft belly and long legs.

Those thick thighs.

Her bronze skin.

She is always so damn sweet and warm. I love touching her. I love the way she feels.

This woman is everything to me.

She is so brave and honest with her feelings. Even when she was lying to me, she never lied about that.

I’m acutely aware I did nothing to deserve her. I sure as fuck did not prepare for the profundity of being with her.

Every time we've come together, I lose control.

It's always me taking her anyway I can, leading the way.

Commanding.

Desperate,

Needy.

Searching.

But this time I want my wife to know how much I feel for her. I want her to take what she wants, what she needs from me. And I am determined to tell her.

I suck her clit until I feel her pussy clamp and Maria’s legs start to shake.

I’m so hard, I squeeze my balls to stave off coming on the tile like some green kid.

And Maria, well she just came, but she slides off the stool, and I catch her.

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