Page 58 of Made For You
I swapped the hand that was holding her hair and placed the other on the edge of the counter, using it to hold myself in place as I thrust my cock into her mouth repeatedly. She would gag occasionally but never asked me to stop.
When I could feel my balls tightening up, that little minx used her free hand to reach under my balls and just behind them, massaging the sensitive skin there.
“Coming!” I shouted before I could release myself into her mouth. I let go of her hair, not wanting to hold her in place if she didn’t want to taste me. But Aurora surprised me when she swallowed every bit that landed on her tongue. There was a small trickle out the corner of her mouth, and she swiped it with her tongue, moaning as she did.
Aurora sat back on her heels, the hand that had been rubbing her clit now resting on her thigh. Small bits of black makeup streaked beneath her eyes, and I leaned down to wipe it away. Her lips were red and well used, and as she smiled, she looked pleased.
Bending farther, I gripped her ass and lifted her into the air and against me. God, she was fucking tiny. Her legs instantly wrapped around my waist, bringing her exposed pussy up against my cock. Even though it’d just spent its entire load, it jumped to life as if it never happened.
I ignored it for a second, kissing my wife instead. I was addicted to her mouth. I was addicted to her tongue and the way it swirled against mine. I was addicted to how she fit up against me. I was certain when I slid my cock into her sheath I was going to be addicted to her pussy. It didn’t take a scientist to figure out I was quickly growing addicted toher. To Aurora. To my wife. At least I had six months to figure out how to get over it.
“Mm…,” she moaned against my lips as I toed off my shoes and then stomped in place until my pants and briefs were no longer around my ankles. I had a suspicion she enjoyed my hardening cock rubbing against her swollen pussy lips with each shake.
Once I was free of the confines, I carried her to the bedroom wearing my shirt, jacket, and my dress socks that werepulled up to my calves. Despite my better judgment, I slowly set her on her feet, regretting my decision immediately, because I missed the feel of her wrapped around me.
Swiftly, I slid the jacket off my arms and began unbuttoning my shirt. My fingers worked deftly to shove each button through its hole, and I grew agitated as the last few refused to come free.
Aurora’s hand rested on mine, and she asked if she could finish it for me. I nodded, and soon the shirt joined the jacket, and I tugged my undershirt over my head, tossing it onto the pile.
“Take off your dress,” I snarled as I bent to remove my socks, which seemed to have grown Velcro and stuck to my legs.
“Dammit.” I continued to pull them down until finally they released and fell to the floor.
Aurora had just finished unzipping her dress. I watched as it pooled in a mass of blue at her feet. My own Venus standing before me as a siren in the ocean.
“You’re beautiful,” I told her, and she glanced away, her chin tucking into her shoulder.
On the dresser stood a small lamp. Reaching over, I flicked it on, the room illuminating in a soft glow. It made Aurora’s skin mimic the peach nickname I’d given her earlier. The mirror in the corner of the room held her reflection, and I stepped behind her, my body a towering presence over her. I looked almost menacing in comparison.
“Look at you, wife,” I began as my hands spanned her waist. I cupped her breasts, letting the weight of them fill my palms. “Look how perfect you fit in my hands, like your body was made for me.” Even in the warm glow, I noticed her skin pinken the longer I held her breasts and caressed the sensitive nipples.
Continuing to hold one breast, I slid my other hand down between her legs at an agonizingly slow pace. I felt herbreath quicken and her heart race. My middle finger stroked the slickness of her sex. Back and forth. Back and forth. Until I heard her breath hitch. Our eyes never left the mirror.
I watched, enraptured.
She stared, entranced.
“You like the way I touch you, wife?” I slipped the finger into her slit, the walls closing around the digit. I pulled it back out, then repeated the motion again. “You like when I fuck you with my finger? You like watching me get you off?” When she didn’t respond, I prompted, “Wife?”
“Yes. Yes, I like everything, Talon.”
In a flash, I spun her around, cupping her jaw with the hand that had been bringing her pleasure between her legs. My thumb rested on one side of her face and my fingers on the other. I wanted her attention as I brought my face closer to hers. “Husband. I’m yourhusband.”
Her panicked expression melted before me.
“You see that bed right there, Aurora? I expect you in it every night. We don’t have to fuck, but you can damn well be sure I’ll be pleasuring my wife in it. Understand?”
Her body was like putty in my hands as she said, “Yes, husband.”
“Good girl. Now, get on the bed. I need tofinallyfuck my wife.”
The moment I released her jaw, Aurora spun around and put both her knees on the bed before crawling toward the headboard. I didn’t know if it was necessary or solely for my benefit, but her moves were achingly slow, and she swayed her hips. Her pussy and ass were within reach, but I held myself back. I wanted to enjoy the show.
When she reached the headboard, Aurora turned around and settled her backside on top of her heels. Then she wickedlyspread her knees apart, giving me the perfect glimpse of her pussy I became so well acquainted with thirty minutes before.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I’m a lucky bastard.”
She gathered her hair in her hand and draped it over one shoulder. “You’re just lucky.”
