Page 123 of Wild Side
I gasp as she sucks me in, hand twisting over my length. “Good god, Tabby.” My hands turn to fists in her hair, tugging her head closer, feeling the vibrations of her moans in every limb.
She works me and I groan as she pulls away and trails her tongue over the root of my cock. She hits me with the widest doe eyes before sucking me back in against her tongue.
And it’s my undoing.
“Baby, play with your tits and hold on,” I grit out, keeping her head in place. “Tap my leg if it’s too much.”
I push in, watching for any signs of distress, but all I see are glassy eyes, rosy cheeks, and the drugged expression that takes over her face just before she comes.
My hips pump into the heat of her mouth, and I hit the back of her throat. She makes a strangled noise, but her chin juts forward, seeking my next stroke right as her fingers twist and tug at her nipples.
“Fuck yeah, baby. You take it so good.” I thrust again, watching the way she struggles to take it all but comes back trying for more every time.
The heated way her gaze lands on my mask gets me off. And the desperate little whimper she gives when I withdraw pushes me over the edge. I come hard and fast, filling her mouth and watching her throat work eagerly to keep up.
My head tips back, and my hands soften in her hair as she goes from sucking to licking, cleaning me up like I’m her favorite flavor. When I look back down at her, her mascara is slightly smudged, and her lips are red and puffy.
“Thank you, Wild Side,” she says demurely, hitting me with a wink.
Without another word, I lift her to the table and look her over. She’s disheveled and panting, her shirt scrunched up like a belt around her waist.
“Spread your legs, Tabitha. I want to see how wet gagging on my cock made you.”
Her lips tip up, but she doesn’t move. “Make me.”
Fuck.Me.
A growl lets loose in my throat, and I don’t hold back. If this is what she wants, I can deliver.
One palm on each knee, I pry her legs open and spread her over the dining table just like I wanted to all those weeks ago.
Her pink pussy glistens, and my cock fills again at the sight of my wife spread on the table for me.
“Look at that.” I swipe my fingers through her wetness before stepping up close and pressing them into her ravaged mouth. “A fucking mess.”
She hums and sucks my fingers into her mouth, not backing down in the least.
“You need it here.” I press my cock at her entrance, running it over her.
She nods, tongue swirling around my fingers, and I wonder how far I should take this game she started. I lean in and whisper, “You’ve been watching me on TV, dreaming about taking my cock like the hungry little slut you are. Is that right?”
Her eyes flutter shut, and my fingers pop from her mouth as her head tips back on a moan. Yeah, my girl likes it.
I press in an inch and watch her writhe, head flipping back and forth, pussy gripping me hard. I pull out and fist my cock, feeding in that same inch. Teasing her with the tip.
“Use your words, Tabby. Is that what you want? My cock?”
Her tongue darts out over her lips as she pants, eyes latching on to mine. “Yes. I need your cock.”
Now it’s my turn to smirk at her. “Too fucking bad. I told you I was hungry.”
I pull out and drop to my knees between her spread thighs, pressing a palm to the inside of each leg and latching my mouth on to her pussy.
She shouts my name, part pleasure, part frustration, as she yanks at my hair.
All that does is make me double my efforts, alternating between penetrating her with my tongue and sucking hard on her clit. She’s close. I know by the way she thrashes and chants my name. By the way she clamps down on my tongue.
So I don’t let up. I hit a steady rhythm and let her fall apart with my name on her lips.
