Page 92 of Buckled in Barbwire

“Mhmmm.” Her tongue swirls around the flared crown before pulling me past her lips.

I’m captivated while she slowly sucks me in. Her cheeks hollow from the effort. Halfway and pressure begins to collect, warning me the end is closer than I’d like.

“Look at my good little wife,” I croon. “Mouth stuffed full of me. Gonna choke on that big cock?”

She bobs her head, taking another inch in the process. Her hum of approval benefits both of us. Stars explode across my vision when she takes me deeper. It’s getting difficult to hold back. Between her taste lingering on my tongue and her lips stretched wide around me, I won’t last much longer.

I clench my hands into fists while leaning forward to brace against the wall. My dick bumps the back of her throat and I feel her gag reflex try to spit me out. But Paisley swallows the urge, along with more of my length. Her eyes were already wet but a stray droplet escapes to trickle down her cheek. It’s enough to make me pull back.

Hands slap on my ass to halt the retreat. A feisty glare swings up to punish me. Determination shines bright in those blue depths. Who am I to deny her?

But she struggles to shove me beyond that point. An uncomfortable gurgle sounds when she tries. I wait for her to adjust or quit. Her breathing is harsh and loud, even over the pounding stream beside us. It’s a major conflict of interest as I watch her sputter again.

“Relax,” I murmur. My palm wraps around her throat, fingers massaging gently. “Go slow.”

Her nostrils flare with a heavy exhale. She pushes forward, gulping when my dick nudges the sensitive passage. That’s when I slide through her resistance. A shudder ripples through me. So. Tight. Under my hand, her neck bulges from the intrusion. It’s too tempting not to press against that strain. Just the slightest bit.

Paisley’s stretched lips lift at the corners when she jams the rest of me down her throat. Her rapid breaths puff against my pelvis and I jerk from the sensation. The tension seeps out of her after reaching the accomplishment. My length thickens at the slight change in angle. A steady throb squeezes and suspends me just at the edge. I’m seconds from losing it.

“Gonna come,” I warn on a rasp.

Rather than withdraw, my wife drags her tongue along my cock and sucks. As if that’s not enough, she cradles my clenched balls in her hand. Her fingers latch on just like my grip on her neck.

“Holy shiiiiiii—” My garbled speech cuts off as my release rushes forward.

I can’t think or move as warmth floods me. My eyes roll back in my skull. She’s pulling my soul out through my dick and eagerly swallowing. It takes minutes for me to regain clarity. Even then, my vision still swims. I blink at the spots and focus on a solid fact.

“My teeth are numb,” I mutter.

Paisley eases me out of her mouth, which is much easier after I came my brains out. Her tongue pokes out to swipe at a droplet clinging to my tip. “Fucking delectable.”

My heart kicks into a gallop as she reuses my descriptionof her taste. I’m a goner for this woman. “What am I going to do with you?”

She taps her swollen lips. “Marry me? Oh, wait.” Her smart-ass glances at the rock on her finger. “You already did that.”

“Damn, you’re incredible.” I lift her against me, cinching us in a hug that’s long overdue.

“Heard that before.” Her voice is muffled as she rubs my back. She shifts to prop her chin on my sternum, gaze searching mine. “What were you going to say before I made you shut me up?”

The lingering effects of the best blowjob in history loosen my lips. “You give me peace, Twinkles. This unfamiliar sense of…” I pause and thump at the pang in my chest. “Rightness. Like I’m finally complete. I hope you’ll stay with me much longer than tonight.”

“Maybe,” she evades. “I’ll definitely use you as a pillow after all this sex you’ve promised.”

“Better get to it.”

After turning off the shower, I grab two of the robes hanging on a nearby hook. I hold one out and Paisley shrugs on the bulky material. The large size hangs loose on her small frame, but it’s good enough to trap warmth. Once mine is fastened around my waist, I scoop her off her feet.

She loops her arms around my neck and relaxes in my hold. “I’ll never want to walk again if you keep carrying me.”

“Just treating you like the priceless cargo you are.”

“It’s official. I can get used to this.” She nuzzles into me before I drop her on the bed.

“Stay,” I command when her stomach grumbles. “I’ll get you food.”

“Such service.” She props herself up. “Don’t you need dinner?”

My chuckle is famished as I lick my chops, gaze feasting at the spot between her legs. “Don’t worry about me, wife. I’m going to eat you until you’re ready for me to fill you up. Over and over.”

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