Page 78 of Shoot Your Shot

When she tugs on my jeans and briefs enough for my cock to spring free, I groan and brush my thumb along her chin. Sliding my hand behind her head, I grab her short blonde hair.

“Anything I want?” I mutter, lifting a brow.

“Anything you want,” she whispers, licking her lips. “You had a bad day. Let me make it better for you, like a good puck bunny would do.”

I tighten my hold on her hair. “So, you’re going to be my little slut tonight, Buttercup? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Use me. Use me to feel good.”

It’s like she always knows exactly what I need. Sure, I’m dealing with the news that I’m not going back yet, and it put me in a funk. It’s like a dark cloud hovering over me. As great as things have been lately—thanks to Paige—they’ve also been challenging because I have no idea what my future looks like.

What if I never get back to the player I was before?

That question keeps playing over and over in my brain.

Losing control with her right now? That will melt everything else away—at least for a little while. She’s my sweet escape. My slice of sexy fucking heaven that I’m about to be deep inside.

“Get on all fours,” I growl, my cock jumping as she instantly does what she was told, like a good little girl.

Pushing my thumb into her mouth, I groan when she promptly begins to suck as her back arches slightly.

“Open wide.” My voice rumbles in the quietness of our room as I pull my wet thumb out and drag it down her chin and to her neck, gently putting pressure against her flesh. “I’m about to fuck this tight throat.”

Dropping my hand from her, I palm my cock and give myself a few strokes. Her mouth opens, and I bring the tip to her lips, rubbing it against her bottom lip and making her moan.

Her tongue pokes out, eager to taste me, but I step back.

“Did I tell you to taste me yet, baby?”

“No.” She pouts. “But I want to anyway.”

I tsk her, shaking my head. “That’s not how this is going to work.” I step forward again, my hand jerking her hair, forcing her chin up and her eyes on mine. “And I didn’t tell you to suck my dick yet. I told you to open wide. No need to get greedy. You’ll get to taste my cum. Eventually.”

Her mouth opens wide again, and this time, I don’t move sluggishly, but instead, I drive my cock down her throat, making her gag around me before pulling back out.

“Here’s what this slutty little mouth is going to do,” I say, hovering my dick just before her ready lips. “You’re going to get my dick nice and wet—soaked actually. And then I’m going to fuck you from behind while I shove your face into our sheets.” I narrow my eyes and brush my cock against her lips again. “Do you want that, Buttercup? Do you want me so deep inside of you that you’ll feel like you’re breaking?”

“Y-yes,” she says, breathy and anxious.

The tip of my cock drips at the sight of my wife on all fours, ready to please her husband. The perfect way to make this shitty day better.

“Go on,” I command her darkly. “Be my obedient little slut and show me how well you can suck your husband’s cock.”

Within seconds, she’s got me down her throat before sliding back out. In and out, in and out. She sucks my dick with that fucking desperation that I love so much. She turns into a crazed animal when it comes to giving head. Always has, and I fucking hope she always will.

I mean, if it were a sport, she’d have the fucking gold medal, hands down.

“That’s it,” I grunt out, my knees feeling weak as she does that thing she likes to do when she brings me as deep as she possibly can and holds me there until she gags. “Feels so fucking good.”

I thrust in again, making her gag once more. That doesn’t deter her though. Fuck no. She keeps going.

When she thinks she’s in control, I push her head forward on my length, and the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat. I’m rougher with her than I have been since we figured our shit out, but I know she fucking loves it. Her pussy is probably dripping.

Pulling on her hair, I force her to stop, keeping the tip of my cock pressed to her lips. “What an obedient puck bunny you are for your husband,” I coo. “So eager to please me. Is your pussy nice and wet and ready to be fucked?”

Against my hold on her hair, she nods.

“Good girl. Now, turn around and put your ass in my face.”

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