Page 42 of Wrath's Nightingale

Wrath

Istart toying with my woman the moment we’re in the back of the limo. I want to continue to build her anticipation. She confessed earlier she’s never had anal sex and that she’d turned down all that asked. Earlier today she sent me a text saying she can’t wait to have my big thick cock in her tight little ass. I’ve been sporting wood ever since.

I pull her on my lap and start kissing her ears and the back of her neck. It drives her wild and I love doing that. Driving her up the wall before giving her release. I palm her breasts through her dress. She arches her back against me while I continue to lick and nibble on her ears and neck.

“Wrath,” she moans.

“You make the sweetest sounds, Nightingale. You’re going to make more when you’re riding my cock.”

“Are we there yet?”

I chuckle. “Not even close. I have plenty of time to torture you. You’re going to cum so loud when I finally get in that ass, your parents are going to call 9-1-1.”

She moans again and I slide my hand in between her legs, cupping her sex through her panties. She bucks against my hand, trying to get friction.

“Not yet, Nightingale. You don’t get to cum yet. You’ve had me hard as a rock all day. Ever since you sent me that text about my cock in your ass. I can’t wait to feel your sweet ass choke my cock. That tight little virgin ass is going to squeeze so good. I’m hard as a rock thinking about it.

“I’ve never wanted an ass so much in my life as yours, Nightingale. It’s the perfect fucking ass. In fact, I’ve never seen a more perfect ass.”

As I talk, I pull her panties aside and stroke her wetness. Millie’s panties passed wet a long time ago. They’re positively drenched. My chest puffs a little. I did this. I caused this. I fucking love knowing I turn my woman on this much. I can’t wait until she gushes all over my face.

I move her off my lap and back in the seat. I get on my knees in front of her. The privacy screen is already up.

“Spread your legs, baby.”

She hesitates.

“He can’t see. I promise. I’d never let anyone else look at my woman’s pussy.”

She spread her legs for me.

“Scoot to the edge of the seat.”

I push up her skirt and peel off her panties. I bring them to my nose and inhale deeply before stuffing them into my pocket.

“You smell good, baby. And I know you taste even better.”

I nudge her legs further apart before burying my face in her wetness. I lick her from ass to clit with the flat of my tongue. She cries out and grabs my ears.

“That’s right baby, use those handles,” I chuckle.

I return to lapping my woman’s juices. I lick her folds and swirl my tongue around her clit. When I suck the swollen bud into my mouth, she comes up off the seat with a scream. I stop immediately.

“Noooooooooooo. I want to cum.”

“Not yet, Nightingale.”

She whimpers and I almost give in. Instead, I give her a respite before slowly licking her folds. I lap at them lazily, like I’m licking a slow dripping ice cream cone. I bring her to the brink twice more before we arrive at the cabin. I pull down herdress and wipe off her juices with the back of my hand. I kiss her passionately and wait for the driver to open the door.

After helping Millie out of the limo, I pick her up in my arms and bridal-carry her to our cabin.

Chapter 27

Millie

I’ve never wanted an orgasm so badly in my life. It’s a good thing my husband carried me from the limo to our bedroom. I’m a hot mess of need. He sits me on my feet.

“Turn around.”

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