Page 11 of Lonesome Man
I looked up at Tucker as I took his thick cock in my hand. He didn’t touch me, just kept his hands at his sides. He was too long to take all of him, and when I sucked him deep into my mouth, he bumped the back of my throat.
Tucker watched me with hungry eyes as I started working his hard length. Swirling the tip with my tongue, I teased before forcing him as deep as he could go, and each time I sucked his cock deep, I worked my tongue along the smooth underside.
Tucker groaned, and I looked up at him, gripping his hips, and worked him faster.
His lips parted, panting, as I squirmed and squeezed my thighs together, getting turned the hell on seeing him like this.
“You’re doing so good, Libs. You’re my good girl, aren’t you, darlin’?”
All I could give him was a subtle nod, but hearing his praise, having him call me his good girl, had me sliding my hand down the front of my pants so I could play with my clit. I rubbed eagerly, while I stroked him with my other hand and took him to the back of my throat again.
His nostrils flared and he sucked in a sharp breath as salty pre-come slid onto my tongue.
“You love the taste of your husband, don’t you, little wife?” he said roughly.
Pleasure tightened his features, and the veins in his forearms popped when he curled his fingers into tight fists, fighting back his orgasm. I wanted to taste him on my tongue and feel him going down my throat. I wanted to make him moan, to make him fall apart for me. Tucker brought out a side of myself I never knew existed. He made me want things I never had before.
I sucked harder, stroked him faster, and he cursed loudly. “Oh no you don’t,” he said and slid his thumb into the corner of my mouth, stopping me. “This mouth’s not getting my come, that perfect little pussy’s gonna get it, wife.”
Oh fuck. My inner muscles started clutching at nothing, and I rubbed my clit faster. He slid his cock from my mouth, and I whimpered as he reached down, hauled me off my feet, spun me around, and tossed me over the back of the couch.
He yanked down my tights and panties, and I barely had time to suck in a strangled breath before he slammed inside me. He was so fucking hard and thick and unrelenting. I jerked and cried out, my pussy gripping wildly around him, coming instantly.
“Fucking hell. Hungry little pussy can’t get enough,” he growled as he fucked into me so hard the heavy couch shuddered with every thrust.
My fingers dug into the cushions as my orgasm went on and on, crying out for more with every brutal thrust. Finally, he slammed deep, grinding against my ass and pulsing heavily inside me. God, he filled me up, coming inside me hard and hot. All I could do was gasp, churning my hips as I shuddered, aftershocks of pleasure still rolling through me.
Tuck pulled out suddenly and flipped me over to my back, my hips were up on the arm of the couch, so my ass was up in the air, then he spread my pussy with his fingers, watching as he did it, and moaned again. “You’re so full of my come, Libs. I want to fuck you so many times, it’s dripping out of you.” Then he lifted his gaze to me and, holding my stare, slid his fingers deep inside me.
I moaned, arching against the cushion. I was sensitive, but it felt really freaking good. He leaned over me, sliding a hand up my shirt, massaging one of my breasts as he eased his finger in and out of me. He started slow, increasing his speed until he was thrusting in and out of me fast. The wet sounds were obscene, and god, somehow that was so goddamn hot.
“Gonna finger-fuck my come deep inside you, darlin’. I want to feel this pussy coming again. You gonna come again for me, little wife?”
I couldn’t catch my breath. I was twisting my hips, writhing. “Tucker,” I gasped. “I’m…oh fuck.” I came again, with a scream this time, my pussy trying to grip on to his thrusting fingers.
“Beautiful, Libs. So fucking beautiful when you come for me like that.”
I collapsed back, panting, and Tuck slid his fingers from me carefully. I blinked up at him. I’d never experienced anything like that in my life. No other man had ever made me feel this good. My heart fluttered in my chest. This was so goddamn dangerous. He was dangerous.
“What are you thinking?” he asked low, his gaze moving over my face, a look in his eyes I couldn’t read. “Tell me.”
It was a soft demand, but it was a demand. He didn’t want to know what the real Libby thought, he wanted to know what pretend Libby was thinking. Why did that hurt all of a sudden? Why did knowing he wanted me so badly that he’d created this version of us together—a fantasy—hurt so much?
Probably because I wanted this fantasy too? It was beautiful.
This was perfect.
“A few things,” I said, my voice husky from the way he’d just made me scream, but mainly from the emotions he was making me feel, emotions I could not let myself feel.
“Yeah?” He leaned forward and tugged up my underwear and tights, then dragged me farther up the couch, and came down beside me. “Tell me.”
His front was to my back, and he wrapped me in his big muscled arms, holding me to him. One of his wide palms rested on my belly, a part of my body I’d always been self-conscious of. I had rolls, cellulite, I was a bigger girl, but Tucker seemed to like my body the way it was, a lot.
I covered his hand with mine and shut down real Libby and gave him the fantasy version of me he truly wanted. “I was thinking my husband is so fucking hot and makes me come like I never have before,” I said, though the latter of what I said was all true. “And that the way you fuck me, the way you make love to me…it won’t be long before you get me pregnant.”
His rough exhale tickled my neck, and he tightened his hold on me. I could feel his heart beating hard against my back as silence stretched out between us. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Libs,” he finally said. “I need you to know that, baby.”
He tugged my tights down again and slid back inside me, fucking me again, slow and deep this time. His arms stayed around me and his big body shuddered when we finally came together a short time later.
