Page 158 of Fall I Want
“Not like this,” I whisper.
“It’s like you know what I want,” she says as she stands, wiggling out of her pants. When she touches her toes, she wiggles her perfect ass for me one more time.
Moments later, Autumn is bent over the counter with her bare titties against the marble as I tease her with the tip.
She whimpers, wanting me inside of her, but I tease and play in her juices. I love that my wife is always ready and wet for me.
“Zane,” she says, reaching between her legs and cupping my balls. I give her what she wants, slamming from the tip to the base of my rigid cock in one swift movement. I soak in her warmth, buried deep inside as she pulses around me. I let her body adjust as I stretch her wide.
When she rocks against me, I know my wife craves more, so I lift one of her thighs. I bite my lip, steadying myself on the counter.
She gets worked up so fucking fast, rocking her hips, chasing her high like a greedy addict. When I fuck her from behind like this, she squirts every single time, and I love that I help with that.
“You fill me so full,” she whispers as her tight little pussy squeezes around me.
I groan. “I’m going to ooze out of your beautiful fucking cunt.”
“Yes, yes,” she screams as we fuck like animals. Greedy, desperate. The sounds of pleasure echo through the quiet house.
We’re ravenous and addicted.
Leaning forward, I reach around, rubbing circles on her needy little clit as her tight pussy swallows me whole.
“How much inspiration do you want?” I tug on her hair and she arches into me.
She moans out my name. “As much as you’ll give me.”
“You want more?”
She nods. “I’ll never have enough of you.”
I sink my teeth into her shoulder and her breathing increases. “Come on my cock like a good fucking girl.”
She’s on her tiptoes, like she’s suspended in the air as she tips over the edge, squirting all over my cock as I fuck her with fervor. Deep grunts release from her throat as her pussy pulses. She’s still coming, enjoying every second, and when I’m close, she arches her back. I empty deep inside of her, holding myself up on the counter, nearly going weak in the knees as the mind-blowing orgasm shatters through me.
Neither of us moves. We’re breathless and completely wrecked.
“I love how you feel,” she breathes out, catching her breath as I wrap my arms around her stomach.
“You were made for me,” I whisper against her neck, softly kissing the thundering pulse point.
“I believe that,” she admits.
We break apart and she’s amazed by the mess we made. I’m not. Quickly, we clean up and she sits on the stool watching me.
“Coffee?” She smiles.
“Oh, right,” I say, completely forgetting we were in the middle of breakfast. I turn, pressing the button for the coffee.
She’s perfected putting me in a daze.
I set the first cup of joe in front of her before turning to make my own. On cue, she picks it up and immediately sips the hot-as-fuck liquid.
“You’ll never learn.”
“I was ensuring it didn’t taste like shit.” She shoots me a wink as I go back to mixing.
A howl of laughter releases from me as I click on the stovetop, heating the iron skillet. When it’s sizzling, I turn down the flame and put a spoonful of butter in the bottom. When it’s melted, I carefully pour the batter into palm-sized circles. Then I wait.
