Page 141 of Stables

She stiffens for a moment, then relaxes into my touch.

“It feels good,” she groans.

I pick up speed until she’s writhing on my legs and screaming my name.

“That’s it, come for me.” I work a second finger into her spasming ass.

So fucking tight.

When she collapses over my legs, I turn her over and loop her tied hands over the headboard.

My lips find hers in a bruising kiss before I settle on my knees between the temple of her thighs. Propping myself with my good arm, I work my way down her supple body leaving tiny red marks with each nip.

When my tongue finds the drenched apex of her beautiful pussy, her breasts rise to the ceiling, suspending her by the binding on her wrists.

Her body is the bridge to heaven, and I will follow her path wherever she leads.

The tremors in her belly grow when I push my fingers back within her.

I know if I don’t stretch her first, she won’t enjoy my girthy cock.

“Give me another.” I exhale over her quivering belly. “I want to watch my wife come on my face.”

A smile teases up her swollen mouth as her heels dig into my shoulders.

I don’t even feel it when she hits the stitches of the wound on my back.

Just the burning desire that rages in my limbs and knots in my loins.

“Dixon!” Her throaty cry echoes through the room as the gush of her release floods my chin.

That’s my girl.

She shivers through her climax, her sweaty flushed face turning on the pillow.

The ache in my shoulder doesn’t stop me from digging into the bedside drawer one more time to pull out the small lavender scented massage oil bottle.

Dribbling some over her flushed skin, I pour it liberally over my stiff cock as well, then use the engorged head as a wand to spread the slippery fluid up and down between her thighs.

“Every piece of you,” I pant, looping her tied wrists over my neck.

“It’s yours.” She pulls herself close, trailing scalding kisses over my jaw.

Plunging my throbbing length into her begging pussy, it makes us both gasp at the sensation.

I might just let go and come in her, against her fertile womb I’ve already sown as mine.

The cool air hits my slick shaft when I pull out.

Fisting my rigid cock, I press the tip lower until I feel the tight muscles spread.

Her body tenses, her nails dig into my scalp as I push through the first constricting ring.

“Relax, Char.” With short thrusts, my thighs quiver in restraint. “Let me do the work.” Pulling her knee up spreads her wide, relieving some of the restriction.

“Dix.” She trembles in my arms, her rapid pants bathing my chest in heat.

I pause, waiting to see what she does, giving her body the chance to adjust.

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