Page 142 of Chalk Outline
My fully erect cock jerks between us, ready for her.
She leans in to kiss me, her silky lips pressing against mine before working their way down my jaw, collarbone, chest, and stomach.
She doesn’t skip my scars, and my chest rises and falls quickly. Desperate, I buck my hips up, but her palms press against my thighs and push them back down.
“Good boy,” she praises, her fingertips brushing my happy trail.
Oh fuck.
I just short-circuited.
Someone’s going to be my undoing.
Can’t say I’m surprised.
My cock twitches again as her grabby hands run along the veins in my arms.
I know my girl has a hand kick. She’s had it since I met her, when I caught her eyeing me while she thought I wasn’t looking.
My nostrils flare. My hips search for something to press against. She climbs onto the bed behind me and gives my back the same treatment.
I close my eyes and surrender to her.
“I love your scars… I love your tattoos,” she whispers against my skin, kissing each.
“I loveyou,“ I reply. “Do you recognize that dragon?”
“No…” Her voice trails off, questioning.
“I collected every drawing you threw away for years. If you think this is not a good sketch, take a second look. It’s from your favorite movie.”
She stays silent for a moment. I draw circles on her thigh, feeling her body melt into my back, inviting me into her warm embrace. A small hand sneaks around my waist to grip the base of my cock, starting to stroke up and down. She applies the right amount of pressure, and I let out a groan in her grasp.
Her thumb plays with each piercing, toying with my fervid body. She flicks them up and down, to the sides, testing each one like buttons in a controller, and I lose my fucking mind.
Beads of precum decorate the head of my cock. She smears it up and down my length, and I thrust into her hand in frustration.
I groan.
I’m so hard and desperate to claim my wife again and again. I fist the sheets in an attempt to let out some aggression. I can’t get enough, but I can’t break her either. I fucking want to.
“Winona…” I grind my teeth. “There’s so much I can take,” I grip her wrist, and she squeals as I pull her to my lap. She lies in my arms, grinning from ear to ear, eyeing my long, thick cock and the multiple piercings adorning it.
“But I haven’t kissed your sweet ass yet,” she claims, and I chuckle in amusement at her mischievous tone.
“Let’s give your gorgeous lips another task,” I announce with a wicked smile.
The blue hues of dawn emerge in the sky, seared by a line of muted orange.
With her wrists cuffed, I carry her to the balcony and help her kneel in the center of the couch. My cock jerks as it skims her soft skin for a brief moment.
I lift her chin with two fingers.
Her eyes burn like shooting stars.
Her neck and legs are covered with bite marks, and I smile wickedly at the stunning view.
I crouch down and spread her thighs apart. Her pussy lips swollen, slit wet with anticipation. One hand rubbing her clit, the other gripping her throat. She squirms as I kiss her forcefully, squeezing her throat and swallowing her moans of pleasure.
