Page 98 of Fourth Wall

“Can I taste your pussy?” he asked. We loved a good man who respected our boundaries and consent.

“Please,” I demanded, and he pushed my dress up and pulled the lace thong down.

He had to bend down slightly to get to me, but his head leaned down as he pressed his mouth against my clit.

He sucked. He licked. He flicked. He fucked my pussy with his mouth, and I loved every moment of it. The wetness increased as his mouth violently continued its assault on me.

“God, Christian,” I moaned.

“Take a shower with me?” He pulled out from under me, but watching that man looking up at me, my own wetness dripping from the corners of his lips, was fucking erotic.

I simply nodded.

He lifted me off the counter, and I gently stepped out of my dress.

“I’m so lucky you’re mine,” he murmured as he glanced up and down, taking in every bit of my new body.

“Always yours,” I whispered back before his mouth was immediately on mine.

“You taste your sweetness on my lips?” I wailed as he shoved two fingers into my pussy, stretching my thighs apart.

“Yes, Christian. Oh god.” I was starved for him as he finger fucked me.

“Get in the shower, firecracker,” he demanded, and I quickly hopped into the enclosed glass shower. There was a little seat in the corner, so I took my place as he shoved my hands onto the glass. I tried to hold on to keep leverage, but the wetness of the glass made it difficult for me to.

“I’m slipping,” I wailed as he bent my back so my ass was up in the air.

SLAP.

I let out a resounding yelp as his hand slapped my ass again.

“You’re going to regret that, Daddy,” I murmured raspily. I knew my ass was in his face, so for effect, I gave it a little wiggle, and I could hear his groan echo in the shower.

“You are Daddy’s bad little girl who likes to get punished?” I nodded excitedly, glistening as he spread my legs. I was slipping, but his free hand helped secure me as he shoved his hard, thick cock inside me.

“You aremydirty little slut,” he echoed and pushed his cock deeper inside me. I groaned, letting his thick length push even deeper. It had been a while since I felt like we properly fucked. We’d had sex since the baby, but this was something else. This was what I had missed.

“Open that wet little cunt for Daddy to stick his slick cock into,” he growled.

He pushed into me as much as he could, and I matched his rhythm, and then we were fucking—straight, dirty, and animalistic.

“What a beautiful pretty pussy you have,” he praised as he continued to hold me up. My hands found their way to the edge of the seat to give me some leverage as he impaled me with his dick.

In an instant, the warm water of the shower stopped, and Christian pulled out of me.

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed, snapping up and looking back at him. His eyes were dark with a deep desire, and I knew we were far from over.

“Come here.” He lifted me before I even could respond, throwing me over his shoulder and giving my ass a little jiggle before tossing me onto the bed.

“Show me what you do when I’m not here during the day.”

“You dirty little bastard,” I responded. Christian had added even more cameras in the house since Greyson was born, so I knew what he implied. When the girls were in school and the baby was in bed, I oftentimes liked to touch myself while screaming his name.

“Come on, show me.” He dropped into the oversized leather chair in the corner as he pumped his cock. I sat a few feet away on the bed, so instead of fighting him on this, I gave him a slight smile.

“Okay, big boy,” I mused.

I lifted my legs so he had a front-row seat to my dripping cunt. I circled the outside of my clit before I shoved two fingers into me.

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