Page 100 of Better Daddy
“Do you need something, wife?” I ask, my voice coming out gruff from a hazy need that takes over every other emotion in my brain.
Sloane shifts onto her knees. “You know what I need.”
I tighten my fists to keep from reaching for her. Then I slide my palms behind my head. “I’m not sure you’ve earned it.”
Sloane’s brows lift in challenge.
Truth is, I’m not sure I can be gentle right now which makes me scared to touch my wife. I want to ravage her. Remind her that she’s my wife and no one else’s. I want to imprint myself on every inch of her body, mark her, make sure she, and everyone else, knows that she’s mine.
“Do you need me to beg?” she husks.
My cock swells, scratching against my boxers, and I blow out a breath as I give a single nod.
Sloane’s lips curve up wickedly. “You know I love begging.”
I chuckle, because, yes, I do know that. So while this could be considered a punishment to some, with my wife, it’s just another way to show her I love her.
That she drives me fucking batty. That I need her in a visceral way that can never be fully explained.
Sloane’s slides a hand over her shoulder, down her neck and between her breasts in a seductive show. When she reaches her nipple, she tweaks it and cries out from that simple touch.
My groan is deep. “I love how responsive your tits are when you’re pregnant. Your nipples pebble up so fast, just begging for my mouth to play with them.”
She licks her lips. “I need that.”
I shake my head. She must do a better job at begging than that.
“Just one little lick?” She pleads, crawling toward me, her heavy breasts swaying with her movement. She settles right beside me and then leans over, pressing her tits to my lips.
I’d have to be dead not to lick them. My mouth waters and I give in to my own desire, sucking one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth and then rolling the hard peak between my teeth. Sloane hisses in surprise. “Fuck, yes, don’t stop.”
I do exactly that though. I pull back to the sounds of her whimpers, knowing she’s probably already soaking our bed.
“Please Sully.” Her plea is breathy this time as her hand slips between her thighs.
I watch her reach for her clit and then make the split second decision to stop her, grabbing her wrist and holding it there. “No.”
I shake my head as the anger resurfaces again. As the need builds, bubbling to the surface. “No, sweetheart. You don’t get to touch this pussy because this pussy is mine.”
Sloane nods. “It is.”
Possessiveness surges in my chest. “Hands on your thighs and don’t move,” I tell her.
When Sloane settles back and places her palms flat against her legs, I shift so that I can pull down my boxers. My cock springs up, hard and angry. Need courses through me and my jaw flexes as I force myself not to reach for myself to relieve some of the building tension.
My mouth waters as I return my focus to my beautiful wife. She’s sitting patiently, watching me, awaiting instruction. I could stare at her like this for hours. The slope of her long neck, the swell of her perfect tits.
But what I really need is the taste of her cunt on my tongue before I slip inside her and fuck her hard and deep, reminding her that she’s mine.
“Now sit on my face and don’t you dare fucking come,” I warn. “This is for me.”
Sloane scrambles to straddle me, not hesitating even once to give me what I want. The first hit is ridiculous, she tastes so good I lap at her like she’s a delicacy. As I suspected, she’s soaked, her pussy swollen and needy. In doesn’t take long for Sloane to forget my rules and grind against my face, seeking her own pleasure, but before her pussy starts to quiver between my lips, I dig my hands into her thighs and hold her still. “Not yet,” I grind out. I’m just as desperate to taste her orgasm. To feel her pussy flutter around my cock.
“Please Sully,” she whines, trying to ride my face.
“Please what?”
“Make me come. Fuck me. Please.” She scrambles down my body and tries rolling her hot pussy over my aching length. We both groan the moment she does it, and my tease of a wife knows she’s going to get what she wants.
