Page 11 of Throbbing for the Lumbersnack
“Wife.” Ravi growled.
“Yes?”
“Get on your knees.”
I lifted my wedding dress, the long train safely tucked away in my dressing room as I kneeled on the floor in front of him. His dick strained beneath his pants, and I licked my lips, in desperate need for a small taste.
Ravi undid his belt and the buttons on his pants so slowly, I nearly burst into flames on the spot. My mouth watered and I swallowed hard, unable to control myself.
“How bad do you want me?”
“So bad.”
“Can you be quiet, my naughty girl?”
I nodded.
“We can’t make a peep, or everyone at our party will know.”
I nodded again, the ache between my legs so tense my entire body pulsated with need.
When he pulled his hard dick out from beneath his boxers, my mouth watered, and I lifted my hand up to wipe the drool from my face.
“Can’t wait to taste me, huh, wife?”
I shook my head and licked my lips. “Can I taste, please?”
Ravi stared at me and said nothing, drawing the silence out between us until finally a small curt nod and I was like a rabid dog in heat, attacking my man and not holding back.
I sucked his dick until my mouth went numb and my lips swelled. When Ravi leaned down and lifted me onto my feet, my lips popped off his cock with a loud smack, and before I could even think a trace of a thought, he was buried deep inside me once again.
“I love you so much, Maisie.”
“I love you, too, Ravi. Forever my hero.”
THE END
