Page 84 of Mistletoe Missus
“Oh, fucking shit,” Tinsley whimpered.
The acceptance was a delight to my ears as I rubbed the sticky treat against her aching sensitive area, and she relaxed more against the candy shelf. Her hips rotate and push more into my face. It was hard to breathe with the bridge of my nose pressed into her, but the aroma I experienced was fucking heaven. My angel’s pussy smelled divine.
“Mm... Fuck.” Her pussy lips muffled my voice.
I dove my tongue in between her sweet heaven, and she took me into her world. Her universe was warm, and she embraced me as I flicked away, and she cried out my name. I couldn’t stop my tongue from thrusting to the noises escaping her. In and out I went, as the candy stick brought my wife even closer to bliss.
Until her hands fisted in my hair and pulled my face back. “Mitt, please.”
Suddenly, the door shook and someone tried to get in. I ignored the interruption, and I stared up at Tinsley. Her chest heaved from her sped up breathing. She was a fucking glorious sight. I licked my mouth, tasting her arousal warm against my lips, but I knew it was on my chin and cheeks. I bet her juices were on my beard, too. Goddamn, I fucking hoped she made a mess of my whiskers as she rode against my face.
“So much begging for such a good wife,” I groaned, lust fuming inside me. “Cover your mouth.”
Tinsley listened.
I plunged the giant stick right into her pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” Tinsley muffled against her palm, and her eyes went wide.
My wife took the big candy so well as I pushed it back and forth. I grabbed her hip bone with my other hand and helped guide her movements to my frantic rhythm. She thrusted right along with me while her cleavage bounced, and a portion of her nipple popped out from her dress.
Growling, I brought my mouth down on the pinkish flesh and her leg fell from my shoulder with a hard thud. I plucked the rest of her nipple out from underneath the material using my teeth and, with the perfect suction, her rosy bud fit perfectly in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her erect peak as she whimpered, and I glanced up at her while she never took her eyes off me.
I feasted on her, devoured her, and she rode each wave of pleasure like it was meant for her. More candies fell from the shelf as her backside bumped against it, and her climax built higher. Above and beyond until she was soaring, unable to stop.
Tinsley gave into my beastly urgency to have her and give her all the pleasure she never thought she could experience at the hands of her husband. I was fucking willing to grant this goddess the world, and there was no stopping me. Not even a single fucking eye watching us in this candy shop.
“Mitt! Shit! I’m coming, I’m coming!” Tinsley cried out, and I could understand the words against her hand.
Tinsley grabbed onto my head, her fingers clenching my hair, and she pulled. Hard. The yank was strong enough to make a husky rumble vibrate from me against her tit, but she fucking loved it.
“Yes!” Tinsley repeated louder and louder into her palm until she was melting.
My wife came all over the giant candy stick, and I couldn’t be prouder of her.
I popped her tit out of my mouth.
“Fuck, angel, you did so damn good,” I praised breathlessly against her, with my cheek resting on her chest.
Tinsley tits rose up and down as her heart beat wildly. The sweet sound was a miracle, and I was elated to have her here with me. I’d do anything to make my wife come, even shove a giant candy stick between her pussy lips.
“Mitt...” Tinsley sighed out of breath with a satisfied smile. “That was amazing.”
I smirked up at her wickedly, brought the candy stick to my mouth and licked it. “I fucking love a minty fresh pussy.”
Tinsley softly giggled as she stroked my hair, and I helped her get her thong back on. My lips lingered passionate kisses along her legs and the smell of her sweet scent never went away. I might put the privacy scene up once we get back to the limousine and take her in the back seat. My dick deserved a sweet treat in her warm heat.
“Are you ready to checkout?” Tinsley asked as passion swirled in her eyes, and I knew she was incredibly horny.
I groaned impatiently. “Absolutely.”
Tinsley adjusted her dress as I tried to clean up some candies but couldn’t get to them all. Fuck it. I’d pay for the entire lot in this room.
I got up off the floor, the room was incredibly stuffy from our risky encounter, and I flashed a smile down at my wife. She flushed bright pink and nibbled on her lower lip. Goddamn. She drove me wild. I wanted to get back down on my knees and take her again, but the door jiggled again.
“Ready?” I asked with the peppermint stick in my grasp coated with her juices.
“Yes.” She answered.
