Page 243 of Mountain Grump
I tilt my head, keeping him in my mouth, as I look up and meet his gaze.
I lean forward, pulling against his grip to go just a little deeper.
“You like this, Wife? Do you like…” His attention lowers. And his cock pulses against my tongue. “Are you touching yourself, Matilda?”
I nod.
“Fuck.” He holds me still and pulls his hips back. “Such a Bad Girl.” He thrusts his hips forward. “Such a filthy little Wife.” He pulls back out.
I rub my clit faster.
His grunts get louder. And his hips thrust quicker.
Ethan fucks my mouth as I touch myself. In the middle of the day. In a public building.
And I’m so close.
So damn close.
“Fuck.” Ethan’s breathing is choppy. “Have you ever swallowed before?”
I hum my no as I give my head the smallest shake.
Ethan’s eyes close as he wedges his cock deeper. Then he opens them on a groan as he slides back out.
“Just once. I just need you to swallow one time.” He stares down at me, commanding it. “You can spit out the rest.”
My body starts to tense.
My orgasm a moment away.
I want to swallow.
Want to try it for Ethan.
Want to do anything for him.
“You want that?”
He fucks my mouth.
“You want to swallow me down?”
My pussy clenches.
“Get ready, Wife. Keep rubbing your little clit and get ready.”
He holds my head in place.
My heart beats once.
Then Ethan starts to come, pulsing and throbbing and spilling his release across my tongue.
I swallow.
I do it again.
And it’s all so overwhelming.
