Page 105 of Only Ever Yours

My finger slips beneath the delicate lace of her favorite thong—the pair that I've come to love just as much as she does. I’ll have to buy her another pair, because I’m about to destroy these. The thin fabric snaps easily under the tension as I rip them from her body, shoving the ruined scrap into my pocket.

She doesn’t say a word, though; only soft, needy moans escape her lips as her back arches off the counter, desperate. And I know she's just as far gone as I am, needing release, lost in the heat.

She’s so fucking sexy spread out before me on the kitchen counter, her soft, supple thighs leading me straight to heaven, while her tight little slit drips for me all over the cold granite.

My control slips, and I can’t wait any longer.

I swipe my finger through her wetness, dragging the moisture up and over her swollen clit. Rubbing circles around and around, teasing, working her up the way I know she loves so much.

“Oh god, Jay, keep doing that.” She whimpers, her fingers gripping the counter's edge. “Feels so fucking good. I need you in me.”

My cock is hard as fucking stone, straining against my jeans as she begs me to fill her, moisture leaks from my tip, aching to be buried deep inside her wetness. But mythrobbing dick will have to wait, because I need my lips on her sweet cunt.

“You’re gonna have me, Baby,” my strained voice laced thick with need. “But not until I taste this sweet pussy first.”

Slipping two fingers inside her tight pussy, I groan at the way she clenches around me, so fucking warm and tight. I watch—feeling myself growing harder as her slick juices leak out, dripping around my fingers.

My lips quickly find her clit, pressing a lingering kiss before I massage her swollen bud with my tongue. Her soft whimpers fill the room as I slowly lick down her soaked slit. Flattening my tongue, I stroke it up once again, getting my fill of her sweetness.

The taste of her is the best fucking flavor.

She's still my favorite peach.

I feel her muscles tighten around my fingers when I push them back in. Her thighs tremble as she tortures me with sweet moans. I know she's close, but I don’t want her to fall just yet. So, I pull back, only massaging her inside with slow, delicious fucking torture, bringing her close then back down. My fingers drip with her sweet honey. Her sweet smell is all over my lips and face, I’d wear it all fucking day if I could.

I’ve had all the torture I can take. I rip my zipper down and pull out my cock; it bobs thick and heavy, unable tocontrol myself as precum already leaks from the swollen head.

“I’m so close.” Her eyes are wild with need. She pants and begs. “Need you inside me, Jay. Let me come on your dick.”

And that single plea is my fucking undoing.

When my sexy-ass wife begs to come on my dick, I obey like the whipped motherfucker I am. But I don’t give a fuck, because she’s all mine and every bit of me belongs to her.

I line myself up and sink in.

Fuck—

My head tilts to the ceiling, and my mouth goes wide.

I can’t fucking breathe.

She fits me like a fucking glove; her body was made for mine. I freeze, unable to move, because if I do, it’s game over.

I need a second to calm down.

Pull it together, man.

But her pussy is too good, so warm and dripping, and I can’t help it. I begin to move in her, her pussy is so swollen and fucking wet around me. I take my time working her; each stroke pulls a moan from her full lips, while I bite back mine. I sink into her tight slit over and over.

Until I know, I can no longer hold out.

I pound into her.

Rough.

Deep.

And so fucking relentless.

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