Page 85 of Sunshine & Sinful

“I’m… perfect.”

“Hell, yes, you are. So, no more fuckin’ apologizin’ for the messes you make... Now come on my cock, sweetheart. Make a damn mess.”

Obeying her master, my pussy does as she’s told and clamps around his dick as pleasure rockets through my core. Splashes of cum paint the ground, and the world blacks out as everything shatters before it’s stitched back together in perfect harmony.

Never one to leave me needing more, my husband fucks me into oblivion as the cool night air caresses my bottom, blending with the heat as he switches between feeding me his perfect cock and spanking me.

“That’s it, Sweets. You did so good,” he praises, his voice tender. “Give me another.”

Bending to his will, I relinquish full control and bask inthe ecstasy. I come when he wants me to come. I moan when he forces me to moan, and I love it. Every. Single. Second.

When I’m wrung dry, my legs overcooked noodles, and my ass pleasantly sore, I cling to him as he helps me into the back of my Bronco and undresses me.

I stifle a yawn.

“I’ve got you, Sweets. Arms up.” Sunshine tugs the edge of my shirt over my head and drops it onto the ground to burn with the rest of my bloodied garments.

I liked that shirt. We had good times, me and that shirt. Had I not messed up, we would have spent many more years together.

To help him along, I reach around and unclasp my bra.

“I’ve got it,” he rumbles, dragging the straps down my arms. It, too, joins my discarded belongings as I cup my bare breasts. Not that there’s anybody out here to see. We’re away from prying eyes, next to a field in the middle of nowhere. The brothers are inside, still cleaning up.

Goosebumps flare across my bare skin. My dear husband notices and rubs his warm palms up and down my arms. “Shit. Give me a minute. Let me get you some clothes.” Lifting one of my hands to his lips, he kisses the back, then pats my knee before racing to the backseat of my SUV, where I keep my extra outfit, just in case.

Back in a flash, Sunshine stuffs an oversized t-shirt over my head before awkwardly helping me into a pair of leggings.

“I can do it,” I grunt, trying to lift my bottom to get the stretchy fabric over my hips.

My husband chuckles. “I know you can. But touching you is better.” To prove his point, the wicked man cups my breast and leans in to capture my lips in a searing kiss that leaves us both breathless, ready for round two.

“No more.” I shove his chest away so he doesn’t get any ideas.

Stepping back, Sunshine puts his hands up. “Fine. Fine.” He smirks, too damn attractive for his own good.

“You’re bad,” I tease, wagging a finger at him.

“So are you, my sexy wife. Now, let’s get you settled in.”

Knowing he has a job to do, I don’t put up a fight when he carries me to the passenger side of my SUV, reclines the seat back, and turns on music.

Leaning into the vehicle, he kisses my forehead. “I’ll be back soon. Get some rest. I love you.”

“I love you more,” I yawn.

Cheeks flushing like he doesn’t know how to respond, Sunshine shakes his head, smiles adorably, and shuts me inside to be serenaded by our favorite rock stars. Resting my feet on the dashboard, I watch his tight, biteable ass retreat into the warehouse to do what he does best—take care of me. I’m a lucky woman.

Minutes later, I’m asleep.

Hours later, a strong set of arms carries me into our house, where he strips us naked in the bathroom and ushers me into a hot shower just as the sun begins to peek through the bathroom window.

Still half asleep, I wrap my arms around his middle and snuggle my cheek to his wet pec.

The sweetest man in existence squirts shampoo ontothe top of my head. “I don’t know how you got blood in your hair, but ya did,” he rumbles, scrubbing my scalp better than any salon. It’s heavenly. I groan to communicate as such, and he laughs quietly like he’s trying not to rouse me any more than necessary, yet refuses to let me go to bed covered in other people’s DNA.

Remind me later to thank him for his benevolence. Between this and the warehouse fiasco, the man deserves a long, albeit deliciously painful, blowjob. The kind that leaves him begging to come and me eager to swallow him whole.

When Sunshine finishes rinsing the suds away, he washes my body before tending to his. I lean against the shower wall, floating between asleep and awake as he finishes, shuts the water off, and grabs us towels. Kneeling on the ground before me like a subject worshipping at the feet of his queen, I rest my hands on his broad shoulders as he carefully pats every inch of me dry before standing to dry himself.

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