Page 139 of I Replaced His Husband
We fell onto the bed, my hands moving down his body, over his swollen, milk-dripping nipples, across the curve of his belly, full of life. The power of creation pulsed from him.
"You’re perfect too. In every form, in every way," I whispered as he spread his legs for me. My lips wandered over his skin, my tongue swirling around the base of his cock and working its way up to engulf his red glans. Kay moaned as I took him deep, feeling how he responded. I tightened my lips around him and sped up my movements.
But it wasn’t quite what I wanted that day, so I soon pulled back. Kay seemed to read my thoughts, fully on board with what I had planned. He already knew.
A broken whimper spilled from his lips: "My pretty hole is open wide for you…"
As I lowered my gaze, pulling his balls up, I could see the deep pink muscle ring around his entrance clench, then open like a winking eye.
I adjusted my grip on his thighs, feeling the subtle flex of his muscles beneath the skin as I pushed his thighs into a wide split.
"Nicely spread for me?"
"Yes…"
"Who owns this pretty hole?"
"You, my alpha!"
"That’s right. Gonnakilleverybody who’d try to probe it…" I murmured darkly, knowing Kay approved of my cheesy, possessive dirty talk as always, his eyes glimmered with flirty amusement.
I lowered myself slowly and lazily lapped a few times along his crease with the flat of my tongue. Every time I swiped over his quivering hole, Kay let out little breathy moans of approval.
Then I pointed my tongue and shoved it deep inside, wiggling as his rim pulsed, the tissue smooth and slick. At the same time, my fingers splayed on his ass cheeks, pushing them apart, and his hole yawned wide, revealing a glimpse of pink, spongy tissue.
"So hungry, so beautiful…" I mumbled, mouthing it greedily, playing with the folds, slurping up his copious slick.
Kay grew feverish and impatient, babbled incoherently, begging me to impale him on my rod like a barbecue chicken—yes, he actually muttered it under his breath, and something about barbecue sauce filling him up, so I gallantly obliged,
"First, I gotta skewer the chicken onto the spit, then gonna pump it full of my creamy protein sauce…"
"Hope you like your chicken barely done, ‘cause I’m about to come undone."
Yup.
Obviously, Kay was now totally on board with the whole dirty talk thing.
Since his impatience increasingly rose and he started thrashing his head on the pillow and yanking the sheets, I rose up, positioned myself between his spread thighs, gripped my shaft, and angled the head toward heaven’s gate.
Soon, my slick cock started spreading his soft pucker, inching deeper and deeper, while Kay’s hips twitched, urging me to plunge all the way in.
But I held back, not speeding up, keeping my movements measured, steady, smoothly drilling into him.
Still Kay’s raspy sobs were begging me to hurry up. Soon, I started fucking him with languorous, rolling thrusts, using the upward curve of my cock to massage his prostate.
His ripping, clenching hole felt hot and soft around me, the flesh yielding under the constant motion as my hips drove into his tunnel in rhythmic thrusts…
Dizzy, almost with rut-like intensity, I fixed my eyes on his groin, watching the hypnotic bounce of his cock matching the swift pace of my hips.
But I liked to make things interesting, so I also swayed my hips left and right slightly, withdrawing from time to time until only the head was lodged inside. Then I would slowly sink back in all the way, until I was balls-deep.
Kay was feverish, babbled something incoherent, allowing me to do all that, spread wide, his cheeks red, his breath loud and deep, his eyes rolled back in deep, intense pleasure.
But the play and tease couldn’t last long, the temperature was rising, Kay’s vocalizations grew more insistent… He let out raspy cries from deep in his throat, teetering on the brink of climax.
It mixed with my own ragged, breathless grunts, and then, seeing him deep in abandon, I too inevitably soared toward the peak.
"Oh Rain, fill me, rain in me, flood me, pour inside me…" Kay begged, his perfect neck arching back, offering me a view of his pinkish glands, his black hair spread wide over the sheets and pillow, glistening like liquid silk.
