Page 51 of Mistletoe Missus
“What the hell are you doing?” I snapped.
“I’m bringing you to your knees...” Mitt answered as he pushed my head down, and I knelt in front of him. “Right where you belong after the stunt you pulled.”
I was at eye level with the crotch of his pants.
“What the—”
“Sh...” Mitt tsked as he undid the button and zipper of his trousers. “Be the good wife I know you are and succumb to me while you feast on my cock.”
My eyes shot up to Mitt’s while they spun with lust—the glare of anger was gone. He was so fucking sexy, chest heaving and strands of hair out of place as he peered down at me. I couldn’t deny him. Especially after his enormous dick sprang free, and I knew I was in big trouble.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Impressive Angel
Mitt
As soon as her big emerald doe eyes peered up at me, I was a fucking goner. My cock throbbed in front of her face as she caught sight of my size, and her beautiful gaze shot back up. Fuck. Tinsley was gorgeous down on her knees with heat and a small glimpse of fright swirling in her eyes. My girth intimidated her, and the wheels were running in her pretty little mind, questioning if she could handle me.
But my wife could take my cock. I only had to give her some praise.
After all, I knew Tinsley Morgan was such a good fucking girl. She had proven it to me many times, and this was one of them. Down on the floor, kneeling for her husband. She didn’t have one inch of fight left in her, and desire ravished her. She was so damn warm to the touch as I caressed her cheek, and she leaned into me.
Tinsley was perfection.
“Such a good wife down on your knees, but don’t worry...” I assured her as my thumb rubbed against her soft lips. I wanted to kiss them so damn bad. “You can handle my dick. I know you can.”
“But, Mitt, I—”
“No, buts, angel. You’ve got this,” I interrupted and urged her forward with my hand on the top of her head. “Go on, don’t be shy. Lick the tip.”
Tinsley peered straight ahead at my erect shaft, and my mother fucking dick could’ve shot come in her face. She made it damn hard to contain the beast coming to life inside of me that wanted to wreak havoc on her pretty face. She wanted to hide behind a cosmetic appearance when she was fucking amazing without it. She was everything, pure beauty without a single flaw in my eyes, and she was all I could see. All I wanted to breathe and every damn bit I longed to deserve. I’d prove how important she was for the rest of my entire life.
My wife was my world, and I would give her every star ever to exist.
Her tongue touched the tip of my dick, and I moaned at the sight of my pre-cum on her sweet muscle. My hand clenched into her strawberry-blonde locks as her wet tongue swirled around the head of me, and my other hand clenched the edge of my desk. She pulled down my pants and my briefs went straight with it to the floor. A grumbling vibration worked its way up my throat when she bit the side of my cock, and I was ready to ram it down her gorgeous throat.
Damn, Wife, you’re a cock tease.
My balls were tight up against me, aching to see what Tinsley would do next, but she drew back. She hung me on a damn wire while the spark flashed out of control in her gigantic eyes and threatened to shock me until I lit on fire.
“Tell me what to do next,” she purred from those amazing parted lips.
My smoky gaze peered down at her and demanded, “Do your worst, Wife. I know you fucking want to. Always pushing limits and testing my patience. You infuriate me but excite me to my bitter core.”
“Tell me I’m a good girl again. Please?” she pleaded with me.
Jesus Christ. My wife was a corrupt angel, begging on her knees.
Fuck.
“Put me in your mouth,” I ordered.
She listened. No hesitation. Just opened up and put my dick inside her warmth.
I was in fucking heaven. Lost on the brink of oblivion as my eyes closed, and my angel wrapped her sweet lips around my dick. She flew us to a paradise I had never been to because I had never deserved to be there until her.
“Mm...” Tinsley hummed as the vibrations rolled up my cock, and I shuddered from the sensation.
