Page 91 of Buckled in Barbwire

Paisley quivers. “No, never.”

“Just the thought of another man touching you makes me enraged. You’re mine.” Feral need tightens my grip on her.

“Yours,” she parrots.

The acknowledgment thrums through me and doubles my efforts. Jittery hands grasp my hair as an anchor. Her trembles are already starting. That urges me to sink a finger into her pussy. Shallow thrusts rip mewls from her, gettinglouder when I increase the pace. I add a second digit on the next entry. She hisses, jerking her hips.

That pauses all movement. “Too much?”

Blonde hair flings side to side with her refusal. “Just sensitive. Keep going.”

“What the lady wants…”

“She gets….” Her voice trails off into a whimper. “Ohhhh, there. Yes, yes!”

That shout is hoarse, pushing me to lash at her even harder. Her unique flavor is candy melting in my mouth. I work my fingers against the clench of her inner muscles. She’s drenching me but I’m still thirsty.

My groan vibrates through both of us. “I’m going to wring you dry and swallow every drop.”

“Please,” she begs. “I’m almost there.”

Paisley’s need for relief is directly connected to mine. That thrum beneath my skin pushes me faster. I slide my fingers in and out to the frantic beat of my pulse. Hard suction attacks her clit, feasting without apology. It’s a sloppy mess, and I fucking love it.

My methods notch higher to get her to the peak. She squeals and bucks against me. I drag my pinky back to her ass, teasing the puckered rim. That’s all it takes for her to gush in my mouth.

Paisley’s head lolls against the shower wall as the orgasm washes through her. Limbs twitch while pleasure sweeps in. A thick exhale tapers off into a contented sigh. She’s sated and pliant. If I wasn’t holding her upright, she’d fall right to her knees.

“Well done, husband.” She pats my head with a sloppypalm. “If you expect me to move anytime soon, you’ll need to carry me. I won’t fight you.”

I gaze up at her, caught in the blinding sunlight she reflects. “Thank you.”

She blinks her bleary eyes. “For what?”

“You give me something I haven’t had in a long time, if ever.”

“A vagina in your face?”

My chuckle bursts free and I nip her skin. “That sassy mouth is trouble.”

“Gonna stuff it full?” She pops her lips.

That visual distracts from the strange flutter in my heart. “Wouldn’t mind.”

Paisley unhitches her knee from my shoulder and tugs me to my feet. Her fingers are quick to cinch around my cock while she sinks to sit on her heels. The insistent demand for relief has me thrusting gently. It’s slippery, better than lube. She tightens her grip and uses that slickness to pump faster. Tingles gather across my lower back, spreading warmth and the need to come.

“Shouldn’t take long,” I grunt.

“What do you like?” She glances up at me from under lowered lashes.

“The sight of you kneeling in front of me while holding my dick.”

“Hmmm,” she muses. “Is that all?”

My brain short-circuits when she kisses my tip. “Uh-huh.”

“Gag me,” she exhales against my rigid shaft. “I want to feel you in my throat.”

My knees almost buckle and I slap a palm against the tiles. “Fuuuuuuck, Twinkles. Are you sure?”

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