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I tug off the tease of a top that has showcased her perfect tits. I ought to give her a whipping for wearing that out in public and allowing eyes other than mine to linger at her beautiful display. I snap her bra off so fast that teenage me would be hooting and hollering with applause if he were here to witness it. Her plush lips feel so good against mine, but I rip them away so I can suck her nipple into my mouth.
She writhes and moans against me as my tongue flicks over the bud, bringing it to a hardened point. I pull back to blow a cool breath over it and a shudder runs through her. God, I love how responsive she is to my touch. I repeat the motion with her other breast, making sure I give them both the equal attention they deserve.
“More, Keaton. More, please.” A growl escapes me as I swap our positions. I move her over the bed, pushing her back until her front side is flat against it, then I lean down to her ear. “More?” I ask. “What do you want more of, Baby?”
“You, please,” she whimpers and I’m about to explode from the sound alone.
“Where do you want more of me?” Teasing her may be my new favorite thing to do with this woman that drives me absolutely crazy with need and desire.
“I…” she stammers and it’s the cutest fucking thing. “I want you in my pussy, Keaton. Please.”
Sliding her jeans down her legs, I notice she upgraded her panties tonight from her white cotton briefs to a lacy, black thong. I run my finger up and down the scrap of fabric making her squirm. “Beg me, Baby.”
She groans at my demand. “Please, Keaton. Please touch my pussy.”
Pulling her panties down and off her, I bring them to my nose and inhale her intoxicating scent. “That’s strange. This doesn’t smell likeyourpussy, Anna.”
“What?” she shrieks. “Those are mine. You just fucking pulled them off me. What are you talking about?”
I take the flimsy fabric, soaked in her arousal, and bring it to her nose. “Breathe that in, Anna. Does that smell likeyourpussy?” I trace my fingers around her, faintly brushing where she wants me, but not giving in just yet.
“It’s mine, Keaton. Those are mine.” Her voice is crying out and she’s trying to lift herself off the bed, but we can’t have that. I crack my palm against her ass, taking in the beautiful shade of red that blooms across her cheek.
“Stop lying to me, Anna. That doesn’t smell likeyourpussy at all.” I lean over her, allowing her to feel my hard cock underneath the towel that’s failing to conceal how I feel about this gorgeous woman.
I reach down and use my fingers to spread her lower lips apart. “This doesn’t look likeyourpussy, either, Anna.”
She trembles and I can feel her cunt pulse against my fingers. I swipe one of them inside of her, collecting the arousal that’s dripping from her. Sucking the taste off my lips, I hum. “It doesn’t even taste likeyourpussy.”
“Keaton, please,” she whines and I get a sick pleasure from the torment I’m putting her through.
“You gave that beautiful speech and have already forgotten what you said.”
“What are you talking about? Please. Please Keaton, I need you.”
“I believe the words you said were ‘I’m yours.’ So, let’s try this again. Where do you want me?”
“My pussy,” she repeats, and I slap my palm against her left cheek this time, causing her to cry out beautifully. “Your pussy. Yours. It’s yours. Please touch your pussy, Keaton. Please, it’s yours.”
“Fucking right it is,” I mutter, spreading her legs apart and lifting them at her thighs so I can explore what’s mine. Her tangy taste floods my mouth and I can’t get enough. I chase her wetness with my tongue, then insert a finger inside before slipping in another. She clenches around me so tight I could explode right fucking now, but I won’t allow myself that particular pleasure until I’m balls deep inside her.
I’m relentless, pumping my fingers in and out of her as my tongue swirls around her clit. I can feel how close she’s getting, and I want at least one orgasm from her before I sink my cock inside this delicious cunt.
I take my time licking over her clit before sucking it into my mouth, refusing to stop until she’s a complete mess. I push a third finger into her, and she comes undone. “Fuck, Keaton, yes. Yes!” My girl isn’t quiet as she rides through her orgasm and I fucking love it. Scream the house down, Baby. Wake the whole fucking neighborhood. Let the whole world know that you belong to me.
When her breathing begins to regulate and she finally begins to settle against me, I pull my fingers from her, sucking her sweet taste off each one. Her eyes track my movements, and I smirk at her, knowing she loves every dirty action I make. “Tell me what you want now, Wife.”
A sexy smile blooms on her face. “I want you to fuck me, Husband.”
Chapter twenty-six
Anna
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eaton wastes no time flipping me over, grabbing my hips and maneuvering me on the bed so I’m in the position he wants. I’m laying with my legs spread, eagerly waiting for him to undress so he can fill me up in the way only he can. But as I wait, he begins to retreat.
“What’s wrong? Where are you going?” I try not to sound needy, but I can hear the panic in my voice as doubts and insecurities begin to creep over me.
