Page 46 of Shoot Your Shot

As she does what she was told, crawling against the hard floor, I can’t fucking tear my eyes from her, and when she’s almost to me, I give myself a few more pumps.

“Spit on my cock, Buttercup. Get it nice and soaked before you suck my dick until you’re choking on my cum, thinking about what you’ve done.”

Like the good girl she is, she eagerly pushes her hair back away from her face and spits on my dick. And to make my cock even harder, she stares up at me as she opens her mouth wide and takes me into her throat.

I’ve imagined this so many times since she left me. I’ve spent hours in the shower, picturing her on her knees, lips wrapped around my dick, sucking me off. But nothing prepared me for how good it would feel to actually have her doing it after all this time.

Reaching behind her head, I shove it forward. Forcing her to take me harder and deeper because I know that’s what she wants. I grab a fistful of hair and pull back enough to tilt her head upward. She doesn’t let it faze her though. No, she continues sucking my dick like she’s been starved for my cum for far too long and is desperate to taste it. She might just get her wish soon, too, because I know I’m not going to last long—I mean, fuck … it’s been for-fucking-ever since I’ve felt my wife’s lips wrapped around my length, her tongue swirling against the head of my cock. And when I hit the back of her throat, I realize it’s also been too fucking long since I’ve done that too.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

“God-fucking-damn, baby. I missed how well you suck my dick,” I grunt, and she moans against me, making my brain go haywire. “It’s like your throat was made to take me,” I hiss. A sound—something between a low cry and a laugh—spews from my lips as the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat again.

My balls tighten, tingling and sending a shiver up my spine, and I know I’m at the point of no return. Within seconds, my body is shuddering, and my hold on her hair tightens as I pour my seed into her mouth.

“Don’t fucking swallow,” I somehow choke out even though my brain is completely fucking gone. “I want you to keep that in your mouth until you’re so full that my cum is dripping downyour chin, reminding us both that every part of you is mine,” I grunt out, my body twitching as her wet mouth eagerly takes my load.

I try to stay alert, but my vision grows blurry, and white speckles dance in my eyes.

When my sight returns, a strangled groan slips from my lips as I pull out and see drops of my seed spill down her chin.

“Swallow,” I command, my voice coming out gravelly from the aftereffects of my wife finally sucking my dick after far too long.

I watch her throat work to choke me down, and fuck if that doesn’t have my dick jumping again. Once she’s done, she leans forward, dragging her tongue up my length and swirling it around the tip of my cock to lick me clean.

Holy fucking hell, I just came. Why did that send another jolt to my dick?

“Good girl,” I murmur, running my hand over the top of her hair. “Such. A. Good. Fucking. Girl.”

She stares up at me, still on her knees, before running her tongue over her lips.

“Am I forgiven?” she asks, her voice husky and her pupils huge.

My wife loves nothing more than to be on her knees.

“Not yet,” I utter, sliding my briefs and jeans over my hips before buttoning them back up and fastening my belt. “But neither am I.”

“No, you aren’t,” she says boldly.

“So, tell me, what should I do to change that?”

“You can bury your tongue in my pussy,” she says matter-of-factly, like the queen that she is. “You owe me a lot more than that. But if you make me come hard, that’ll be a good start.”

God. Fucking. Damn. My wife is so sexy.

Standing quickly, I pull her to her feet and lift her body against mine. Charging toward the large desk at the front of the room, I set her down on the teacher’s work before pulling her shoes off, one by one. I grab at her jeans and thong, tearing them from her body, and at the sight of her pretty pussy glistening for me, my cock magically hardens.

“Spread those legs, Buttercup. I’m ready to eat,” I say gruffly.

Instantly, her legs part wide.

Gripping her ankles with my hands, I squeeze, glaring down at her. “Who does this pussy belong to, Paige?”

Those words seem to piss her off and turn her on, all at once. Her throat muscles work as she swallows, narrowing her eyes slightly. “Me,” she sasses before raising a brow.

I tsk her, shaking my head slowly. “Oh, baby, if that’s true … then I’d better not taste you. After all, I never eat what isn’t mine. It’s just not polite.”

I let go of her ankles and take in the panic that spreads over her face as she worries she’s not about to get what she needs.

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