Page 51 of His Lovebug

He peered at me from under long lashes. “Can I make it up to you, Husband? Tell me how I can be a good wife.”

“Get on the bed like I told you to earlier, Baby Girl. Chest to the mattress and ass in the air, naked.”

He stepped away from me and turned to the side, throwing me a smile over his shoulder. He let his wrap fall to the floor. “Help me with my dress, Husband?”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I closed the distance between us and immediately latched on to the zip that held his pretty dress together. I pulled the zip down gently, watching as inches of pale skin were exposed for my greedy gaze. Shifting his long hair to the side, I swooped down to kiss a line across his bare shoulders and the length of his spine, falling to my knees as the dress pooled around his ankles. His panties were the same watermelon color as his dress, andthey were floral lace but weren’t see-through. They highlighted his bubble butt and strong thighs.

I ran my palms down the back of his legs and the subtle gasp that left him had me grinning. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his panties, I tugged them down gently, and he helped me by stepping out of them when they reached his ankles. He held up his foot as though he expected me to take off his heels, too, but I laughed.

“They stay on, Wifey.”

He raised his eyebrows at me when I moved to my feet again. “Oh, really? Is there something you want to tell me, Husband?”

I shrugged. “I want to fuck you with your heels on. Now, in position.”

He licked his bottom lip and shifted to the bed. Climbing onto the mattress, he sent me a sly smile as he wriggled to the center and did as I’d directed earlier. With his chest planted against the bed, his ass was pointed up into the air and his cheeks naturally spread so his hole peeked out teasingly.

I cocked my head to the side, taking in the sexy view. He was stunning, an art piece I wanted to take a photo of and hang on the walls of whatever new house we bought together. I wanted a room purely dedicated to naked pictures of him, so when he wasn’t around for me to appreciate, I could visit the room and reminisce about the feel of his skin under mine.

Smirking, I stepped back toward the corner of the room, where a chair and small table were. I turned the chair so it faced the bed and took a seat.

He flicked a confused glance over his shoulder. “Matt, what are you doing?”

“I’m punishing you for leaving without telling me, Lovebug. You can stay right there and let your husband enjoy the view.” I shifted over to the toy box and pulled out a packet of warming lube from the stockpile. The hotel had a range of products,including bottles of standard lube, but this time I decided on trying something different. With purposely slow movements, I unbuckled and unzipped my pants, then dragged my hardening cock out of my underwear.

He whimpered and went to shift, but I made an “uh, uh, uh” sound, which had him freezing.

“Stay right there, Baby Girl. Let Daddy see your pretty pussy. I want to blast off from the sight alone.” I ripped at the packet with my teeth and squeezed the lube out onto the tip of my cock. Wrapping my fingers around the rigid length, I stroked myself with a gentle, slow pace. The heat from the lube was soft and tingly, just what I needed after the terrible day.

“You know why I did it, Daddy.” He pouted at me, tilting his ass higher and exposing more of his hole. He was smooth.

“I do, and I understand. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t punish you for going without letting me know.” I brushed my thumb over my slit, and a shiver shot down my spine, landing at the base of my shaft.

He whined. “Matt. Come over here.”

I smirked. “No, I won’t. I’m comfortable right here.” He went to move again, and Itskedat him. “Stay there or I’ll spank your cute ass, and you won’t get another taste of my cock tonight.”

“Ugh, you’re so unfair.”

I grinned and thrust upward into the fist I’d wrapped around my cock. I didn’t say a word, leaning back farther into the chair and jerking off with long strokes. Licking my lips, I watched him, and while he stayed still, the sweet whimpers were enough to drive any man insane.

“Daddy.” He rocked his hips up, ass jiggling with the action. “Please?”

With my left hand, I cupped my balls as I continued to jerk off with my right. “I don’t think you deserve my cock, Baby Girl.”

He moaned and locked his hands together tightly above his head. His cock swung between his legs, his balls drawn tightly to his body, and the sight was truly one of perfection. I didn’t think I would find a more beautiful person than Quin.

“I do, I really do. I’m the?—”

A knock on the door interrupted him, and he gasped in irritation.

Laughing, I rose, indifferent to my hard cock hanging out of my pants. I had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Matt, what are you doing?”

Ignoring him, I opened the door just wide enough that the person on the other side could see me but not Quin. I paused when I came face-to-face with Derek, and he raised an eyebrow, nodding down at my visible cock.

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