Page 62 of Made For You
Talon ignored me. Standing beside the bed, he trailed a single finger from the inside of my ankle up to the inside of my thigh until he reached my pussy. His eyes widened in delight when he stroked the wetness between my legs.
“What’s got you so wet this morning, peaches?”
“You, Talon.” I reached over with a hand, trying to hold on to his forearm as his finger glided across my slick folds.
“Hands,” he barked, and I immediately placed mine back where he’d left it.
“So, you’re wet for your husband?”
“Mm hm,” I mumbled as he dipped a finger inside my channel, then brought it back out, only to swirl the wettened finger around my clit.
“I can’t knowingly leave you in this state,” Talon said as he leaned closer to my center, focusing his eyes on his fingers slipping in and out of my slit.
Licking my lips, I replied, “That wouldn’t be the husbandly thing to do.”
Talon’s head dove between my legs, and I felt the smoothness of his tongue lick at my entrance. Then, in a flash, he flipped me over and hitched my hips into the air, my ass and pussy now completely exposed to him.
Ravenously, Talon pressed his face against my pussy again, licking and nibbling the sensitive area as his fingers swirled my feminine liquid around my clit.
“Fuuuck,” I moaned as his tongue flicked my clit at an astonishing rate. I felt something warm and thick against my anus. Talon’s thumb massaged the erogenous area as he consumed my pussy. My fists clenched the comforter beneath me until I wobbled on my legs from the arising orgasm.
“Talon!” I cried out as the waves crashed over me.
“That’s it, peaches. Fuck my tongue,” he told me as it darted in and out of my entrance while I rode out the orgasm from him rubbing my clit.
My body started to relax, and I felt Talon run his hands along my back, massaging the muscles. By reflex, I rocked my hips against Talon’s, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance but slipping away.
I felt his lips press between my shoulder blades as his hands moved onto my hips. “I’m going to fuck you, wife. Nothing between us.”
Should we have had a discussion about birth control, which I was on? Yes. Should we have talked about whether we were clean? Also, yes. But I was so fucking lost in him I barely knew what my own name was.
He left no time for me to respond. His cock prodded at my slit and edged inside. Inch by fucking glorious inch until I felt completely full.
“Yes. Take all of me, peaches. That’s my girl. My good wife obeying her husband,” he growled as I felt his balls hit the back of my thighs.
“So full,” I whimpered when I could barely take any more. Talon’s hand skimmed up my back and around my neck until he cupped my jaw. He twisted my head to the side as he leaned forward to capture my mouth with his.
“You’re fucking perfect, Aurora,” he rumbled as he pulled his hips back and then thrust his cock back into my tight channel.
When my body loosened, Talon started moving behind me, holding my hips as he rocked against me. One of his hands reached under my body to grasp my breast, rolling the nipple between two fingers.
That magnificent piercing of his was rubbing me in all the right places, and soon I felt the waves of my release growing unstoppable.
“Talon!” I shouted when my body was close to breaking apart. I rocked my ass against his body, increasing our pace as I chased my orgasm. Finally, the precipice was within reach, and I jumped over the edge.
“Shit! You’re squeezing me so fucking good. Gonna make me come.”
With my head resting on the bed, I felt Talon lose control as he fucked me at a back-breaking speed.
“Aurora!” he growled as I felt the warmth of his cum shoot inside my body.
His cock slid out of my sex as I fell forward onto the bed. Hot drips seeped out of my pussy and onto my thighs, but I didn’t care. I was so well-sated I didn’t want to move.
I was surprised to feel a warm cloth between my legs, Talon telling me he was just cleaning me up, and I fell right to sleep while Talon went for a run. When I awoke, he was in my office, using my desk for his laptop, and I got busy getting ready to meet up with Franny.
Wanting to remain professional, I pulled on a pair of bright-pink pants, a white sleeveless shirt, and a pair of casual sneakers. I twisted my hair into a messy knot at the back of my head and slid two small gold hoops through the tiny holes in my earlobes.
“You look nice,” Talon said as he walked into the bedroom holding a package as I was spritzing on a perfume Autumn sent me when she lived in New York.
