Page 55 of Shoot Your Shot

All too eagerly, she scurries off the bed. She doesn’t even ask me any questions as she tears her sweatpants off, kicking them from her feet. When she attempts to grasp her panties, I stand up, wagging my finger at her.

“Nope. No need to take those off, princess. Not yet anyway.”

Her lip pokes out, but before she can pout too much, I grab her and spin her around. Bringing her ass up against my dick, I push it against her and lift her chin toward the mirror facing us.

“Do you feel how hard I am, Paige?” I growl into her ear, glaring at her reflection. “So, here’s what we’re going to do since you’re so fucking greedy to get off.” I graze my hand up her body, over her tits, and to her neck. “You’re going to be a good girl and suck my dick the way I like it. Trust me, I know that’s a reward for you because you almost come every single time my cock is in your mouth.” I kiss her neck for a second and bite down, watching her nipples harden even more through her shirt. “While you suck my dick, you’re going to ride the arm of the chair right there.” Still holding her neck, I move her gaze to look at the chair. “Because you’re such a good slut for me, you even get to watch yourself in the mirror.”

When I drop my hand from her neck, she starts to step back, no doubt rushing to the chair, but I grip the back of her hair lightly.

“Oh, and one more thing … you’d better not get off until my dick is exploding down your throat. Got it?”

She bites her bottom lip, nodding excitedly, and I smirk.

“Good girl. Once you take that first swallow … I know you well enough to know you’ll be soaking that fucking chair, baby.”

I release my hold on her hair, and on shaky legs, she takes a few steps to the chair before stopping and looking at me.

“Sit right on the arm and pretend it’s my dick, baby,” I command before pulling my sweatpants and briefs down.

As my thick, steely cock springs free, her eyes widen, and she drags in a breath loudly before climbing onto the arm of the chair.

“Be a good slut for your husband and open up wide,” I grit out, taking my cock in my hand and giving it a few pumps.

Already, her hips begin to thrust as she grinds her hot little pussy on the armrest with her mouth wide open, readily waiting for me to slide in. Taking a step forward, I use my hand to glide the tip into her mouth, keeping control and letting her suck the end.

“Show me why you deserve the whole thing,” I say evenly, feeling her swirl her tongue around, knowing she’s likely already tasting some pre-cum because I fucking love her mouth. “Show me again that you remember how I like my dick to be sucked.”

She takes a little more of me into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks and flicking her tongue against my dick.

“That’s it,” I mutter. “Such a good slut for me, baby.”

With every bit of praise I give, she pulls me deeper and licks me harder. Every few seconds, I catch her peering out of the corner of her eye at the mirror, just to see herself sucking me off while she rides the chair, making her moan loudly against my cock.

I give her more, and her throat willingly takes me, inch by inch. As my hips thrust, pressing me deeper, she rides harder—and sucks harder too.

When she pulls back, letting me slide from her mouth, she works her tongue on my balls, giving them a lick and looking up at me.

“Fuuuck,” I groan.

I shift my gaze to the mirror, watching the side view of her licking my cock from the base up to my head. Then, she takes me deep, hitting the back of her throat and not even fucking gagging, and I look back down at her.

Her hips stop rolling. Wrapping her palm around the base, she sticks her tongue out and glides the tip along it while staring up at me.

“You think you’re in control here?” I whisper, and she shrugs, smiling before taking the tip into her mouth again. “That’s cute.”

I smirk before grabbing a fistful of her hair and driving my dick down her throat. This time, she does gag. And it feels fucking glorious when her throat closes around me for a moment.

The thing about being married for so long? I know exactly what she can take. And me fucking her throat is one of those things. If anything, it’ll only make her fuck the chair a little harder.

As I thrust between her plump lips, she rocks faster on the chair and moans on my cock, proving she’s coming right along with me. My balls draw up, and the area low in my groin begins to tingle. I’m so fucking torn between watching her swallow it all or covering her face in my cum. But she’s been such a good little wife for me, sucking my dick like an absolute pro; it would be inconsiderate to deprive her of something she loves so much—swallowing me down.

As that first drop of cum hits her throat, she starts to moan, sucking me off through her orgasm as her hips roll and bounce up and down on the arm of the chair.

I continue my hold of her hair as her movements become shaky, keeping my cock in her mouth until I’m completely spent.

With hooded eyes and a layer of sheer sweat covering her face, she pulls back, letting my length slide almost out of her mouth before stopping at the tip. Poking her tongue out, she keeps her eyes on me as she swirls it around my head before releasing my cock and licking her lips.

My heart races, and my body is still quivering from the amount of cum I just poured down my wife’s throat. I brush my thumb along her bottom lip.