Page 15 of Possessing Her

“It’s yours, but you know I’m leading and you’re following.” I take my hand away from my dick. Hers immediately wraps around it without waiting for my command. I’d usually say something, except the palm of her hand is soft, smooth, and fucking hot. To finally have my wife’s hand instead of my own, damn, it’s almost too much.

“So, you don’t want me to lick the pre-cum away?” she asks with a hint of sass in her tone.

“You wanting my hand on your ass, like feeling the heat that comes with it when I spank you?” I follow her question up with one of my own.

“Johnny.” I lick my lips. Her legs move closer together, and her hips do a little shimmy. Even though she had an orgasm only a few minutes ago, she still wants more.

“Use your tongue, cariño. Take your taste. Nothing else but your tongue.” My demand is met with a moan. She does as I say, no questions asked, no stone left unturned. Her tongue slides out of her delicious fucking mouth, swirling around the head of my cock, licking me exactly how I licked her, taking every drop of pre-cum and making noises so loud and so hot we may as well be creating our own porn show. I tuck that idea away for another time, once we’ve got everything out in the open and I’ve finally sunk my cock inside her.

“Suck on the head and only the head.” I need to move this along, or I’ll be the one coming in record time. My hands tighten in her hair, keep her still.

“Hmm,” she moans, cheeks hollowed. Her focus is on mine, not looking at my body but my eyes. Winnie is waiting for my next request, being the good fucking girl I know she is.

“You ready for more?” Her nod says it all. “Take your hand off my dick and cup my balls, beautiful.” I soften the grunt coming from me. It’s damn hard to remain where I am, not pushing forward or pulling away, not sinking all the way to the back of her throat the way I’m craving.

Winnie’s hand slides between her thighs, and both my hands cup the back of her head, fingertips grasping her blonde hair in my fists. Her other hand rolls my balls with the tips of her fingers. I feel one finger slide backwards, trying to make me lose control. She’s always trying to push my buttons.

“Hijo de puta.”Son of a bitch. I lock my knees, and she takes more of my length in her sweet fucking mouth. “Suck medown, my wife. Take me all the way.” I rock forward with each inch she takes. The humming from Winnie’s mouth has my eyes closing and causes me to breathe deeply. “So fucking beautiful, the way you’re sucking me, how you’re playing with your clit. I know what you’re doing, and if my hands weren’t occupied and I weren’t trying not to blow my load down your throat, I’d be yanking them away from your cunt, my cunt, and they’d be behind your back. My hand would be closing around your wrists and holding you while I feed you my dick.” My words light up her world. She stops her movement, her body locks up, and I’m sure she has two fingers fucking herself, the palm of her hand rubbing her clit, just like me when I’m eating her pussy. It gets me off, and she gets off the exact same way. It’s give and fucking take every damn time.

“Eyes, Winn, wanna watch your eyes darken with desire, see the tears slide down your cheeks, and that mouth. Fuck, that mouth of yours, swollen lips, hot as fuck watching you take me.” Winnie surprises the hell out of me. I open my eyes when she goes deeper than before and gags on my dick. I’m on the damn precipice of blowing my load; it’s by sheer will or determination that I don’t.

“Fuckin’ enough,” I roar. My hand tightens in her hair, pulling her off my dick and seeing my woman.

“Johnny.” She’s shaking with need. Flushed cheeks, wet chin, eyes red rimmed, tits lifting up and down with every heavy breath she takes, nipples pebbled so tightly that I know if I wrapped my lips around one, she’d come on the spot.

“Jesús Cristo.” I help my wife sit up on her knees. Winnie still has her hand between her knees, moving them in a way that I’m going to make her stop. Her orgasms are mine. No more of us using our hands to get off. And as much as it pisses me off to say, other people, not now that we’re back together again. A conversation we’ve yet to have and one I’m going to bury myhead in the sand when she tells me what I already know. A truth I can’t be pissed off about because I’m also at fault.

“I’m going to come. Please get inside me.” She slides her fingers out of her pussy, a yearning leaving her lips. My hand shackles her wrist, and I lick the wetness from each fucking fingertip as she stares.

“Flat on your back, one foot on the floor, the other on the back of the couch. I want you completely spread open, Winn, and I want you to watch as I sink my dick back in where it always fucking belongs.”

“Johnny,” Winnie says my name again as I nip at one last fingertip.

“You’re trouble, wife, but you’re my favorite kind of trouble.” I prowl up her body as she falls to her back, my cock bobbing up and down as Winnie does as I said. Fuck, I forgot how damn flexible she is, giving me plenty of room for my body, and the cushion of her thighs bracketing my hips, it’s goddamn everything.

“Maybe I’ll cause more before the night is through.” When we outfitted this place, I had two requests. Furniture that would be comfortable, preferably a couch we both could sink into, not some narrow poke-you-in-your-bones deal, and a home office so I can deal with the bullshit from the club here instead of living at the club.

“I don’t think there’s a maybe about it.” My cock lies thick and heavy along her slit, wetness coating the underside. I place my hands on either side of her head, lower my head, and take her mouth.

“Mi esposo.”My husband, she mutters against my lips, rocking upward to get me where we both want each other.

“Not putting a rubber on, Winnie. Not with mi esposa. You’re my wife, no matter what happens, you always will be.” I slide my length along the lips of her pussy, the head of my cock nudgingher clit. She takes a deep inhale of breath, her eyes close, and her nails dig into my shoulders. Other than that, she remains completely fucking still.

“I’m not on birth control, Johnny.” I drag my hips backwards, notch my cock at her entrance, and ignore her words for the time being. The clutch of her velvet walls sucks me in, and I’m a prisoner to Winnifred Marie Gonzales, better known as Winnie, my Winnie.

“Don’t give a fuck. Do you?” I grunt, unable to hold back. I pull back until just my tip is inside her cunt. Winnie’s hair is a tangled mess from my hands, her body has taken on that peachy color when she’s turned on, and still, I hold myself where I’m at. “Answer me, Winn. Do you care?” One slight shake of her head, and I’m done holding back. I slam all the way inside her.

“Johnny, oh fuck. It hurts, but it feels so good. Too good.” Her neck is arched, her tits offered to me. I lower my body until I’m on my forearms and take her offering.

“Jesús Cristo, you were made for me,” I say before I wrap my mouth around her nipple, pulling it into my mouth, sucking deeply while tunneling my dick in and out of her pussy. The way she clenches around me is enough to make me stutter in my pace, except I’d be an idiot to do that. She’s already so close. I move from one to the other, playing with and teasing her, getting her there and then slowing down.

“Mouth.” She acquiesces, giving in to me so prettily. I move my hand until I’m cupping her hip, the other tangled in her hair, pulling her to meet my every stroke, and when she pulls away, it’s because she’s breathless.

“Yes, God, yes.” She’s looking at me, deep into my motherfucking soul. Perspiration dots her forehead, sweat is coating my skin, and we both keep our gazes locked. The only time she leaves my eyes is when she looks down between us. My wife has always loved to watch what I’ve done to her, in frontof a mirror, like she’s doing right now, and depending on what she thinks about the club, I may let her watch others fuck one another while they have their own view of me fucking her. One thing I won’t let them do is touch. Looking is one thing, but I know if some man or woman puts their hand on my wife, I’ll lose my goddamn shit, and I think it’s safe to say she’d do the same.

“You like that, Winnie? Like seeing my dick coated with you, raw without any sort of protection, knowing I could plant my seed inside you and create a life of our own?” She doesn’t respond verbally, but her body fucking does. She’s tight, and when she clamps down on me, it only gets tighter. “Wrap me up, cariño,” I say. My mouth is watering, and I’m about to make her dig her nails so deeply in my shoulders I’ll have permanent nail impressions.

“Okay, baby.” Her voice is soft and sweet, just how I like it. I lower my head, dropping a kiss to her mouth, nipping at her lower lip, and then I move lower, no matter that she’s trying to chase me. I need to get her off, or I’m going to fuck up and come before her.

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