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He drags my clit into his mouth, the swollen bundle of nerves vibrating with the sensation of him tugging it between his teeth, eliciting a loud cry from me.
“I need more,” I breathe out, aching to be filled. He answers my pleas with an eager mouth, lapping at my entrance and spreading me wide.
“What do you want, darlin’? My fingers? My tongue? Mycock?”
I groan, sagging against the cold ceramic tile walls partially supporting my weight. Ryder isn’t as enthused by my non-answer as I’d been, so he spreads my cheeks wide, swirling the tip of his finger over my tight hole. I gasp, eyes widening with surprise as I clench around nothing, my pussy spasming with need as the leg supporting me trembles.
“Does my dirty girl like that? Can I lick”—he swipes a finger through my pussy before slipping itbetween my cheeks and using the moisture to rub the puckered hole—“right here?”
I nod, words evading me again, my lips pursed as my knees buckle beneath me.I can barely hold myself up anymore; there’s not a chance I’ll last if he does that.
“Lola,” he grits out, “do you want your husband to eat your ass or not?”
“I do!” I finally shout when he refuses to touch me beyond holding my weight up, a rumble of approval vibrating through his chest.
Chapter Sixty-Two
FLAVOR SAVER
WEDNESDAY, JUNE 25
One thing has become abundantlyclear: My wife is a menace to a party of one.Me.
I’d crawl on my hands and knees for a chance to praise and worship her body the way I’ve always dreamt of.
The other night was merely a warm-up for what I have planned for her, and it feels damn good to know we’ve got the rest of our lives to live out every fantasy.
“Grab the shower head, darlin’.”
She takes it with shaky hands, tilting her head, silently questioning me.
“Now, turn around, face the wall, and spread your legs real wide for me.”
I lower her leg from my shoulder, and she bites her lip, doing as I say before a squeak leaves her. “Wh-what should I do with the shower head?”
“Beautiful andsosmart, Lola. I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” I praise, sitting back on my shins, taking in the glorious sight of her round, tan ass just begging to be spanked. “Hand on the wall darlin’.” She nods shakily, puttingher left hand up for balance and sliding the other between her legs, blasting her pussy with hot water.
“Oh!” she moans, slumping further against the wall, and the sound has my dick painfully engorged.
I smack her ass, another moan leaving her lips as I groan, watching it bounce with the fresh pink print of my hand. I spread her cheeks, sliding the tip of my tongue over her tight hole, swirling around it before pushing two fingers inside her pussy. She bucks against my face, my nose sliding over her most intimate spots as her arousal coats my hand.
“Ryder, fuck,” she cries out, slamming her hips into my hand, my fingers burying deeper with her movements. Her tight cunt clamps around me, my balls tightening, as if my cock were inside her.
“Yes, baby, you’re doing so good.”
“Spank me again,” she begs, panting.
I pull away from her just long enough to fulfill her request before diving back in, lapping at the tight ring, her soft, beautiful body yielding to my control. The expanding tingle at the base of my spine is obscenely good, her rapture becoming my own. Before I can stop myself, my vision is met with the blurry edges of pleasure as I drive her to her release.
She unleashes a strangled moan, need vibrating through us as she falls apart for me. My poor dick forgets the mission, spurting all over the tile wall between her legs.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan out, my breaths heavy as I come down to Earth, tracing soft, aftershock-inducing circles over her swollen clit.
Lola’s ragged breaths calm as she looks over her shoulder at me. She smiles brightly, spinning to spray my face with the shower head. I swat her away, swiping a hand over my scruff. “Aw, come on, darlin’. That’s my flavor saver you just rinsed!” I feign annoyance.
Her deep chuckle fills me with pride—I’m the one who made her laugh. “Ry, that’s disgusting,” she says, shaking herhead. “And you’ve gotta either trim that thing back or let it grow out till it’s softer, because the current situation gave me rug burn.”
“I’m sorry, ‘flavor saver’ was ‘disgusting’, butrug burnis acceptable?” I chide, standing on shaky limbs with sore red knees.
