Page 13 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

His hands moved up her sides, cupping her breasts and pressing them together. He licked each mound across the lace of her bra. “I love this color on you.”

It was a pale pink, and so comfortable. The lace felt soft against her sensitive nipples. They were the only kind of bras she could wear.

He flicked the catch, releasing her bra, and she moaned as she felt free. Within seconds he had her shirt all the way off her, and her bra, too. She grabbed his shirt, pulling it up over his head, revealing his heavily inked arms and chest.

Running her hands all over him, she saw her name inked over his heart, and she loved that. Mel. Three letters making her name.

That was who she was, his Mel.

His lips wrapped around one nipple, and the pleasure and pain had her yelping.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Just a little sensitive today.” She tried to recover quite quickly. “Could you do it slowly, and just use your tongue.”

He moved back to her breasts, and she watched him. His tongue flicked out, covering one nipple.

This time there was nothing but pleasure and it felt so good. His touch went from one breast to the other and back again.

She arched up, needing him. He kissed down her stomach, and she couldn’t help but tense.

“Do you want this?” he asked, pausing at her belly button.

For over an hour this morning she had stood in front of the mirror to see if she could find any other changes in her body. Mostly her stomach. There was no swollenness yet, but it was only a matter of time.

“Of course I want it. Your bristles are ticklish is all.” She giggled. She loved his stubble as it heightened her arousal.

He kept on looking at her before releasing the button of her jeans.

Her pussy was so wet, and she wanted him.

You’ve got to tell him.

Not tonight. She didn’t want to spoil tonight.

It was their night, and she wanted to feel him inside her.

He pulled her jeans down, and she heard his moan this time. “I love this set you’ve got going on. It’s so you.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her waist. “So sexy. So sensual. It’s hidden so that no one really knows you. They don’t understand what’s buried deep. You keep everything locked up, but I know you.”

She closed her eyes as he peeled down her panties, removing them from her body. “And what do you know?”

“I know that behind that sexy–as-fuck persona you’re a caring person. Not many people see it. They just see the slut you try to portray. I see you, Mel. I’ve always seen you.”

“Is that why you married me?” she asked, smiling.

“I married you because I knew no one else could ever see you like I do.” This made her open her eyes, and she found him staring at her. “I see you, Mel. More than you realize, I do. I know I’ve been a lucky bastard to have found you, and to have kept you this long. I’m not going to let you go, nor will I let anything happen to you.”

Since their argument, she’d not seen Big Ricky, not even walking around.

“Now, I’m going to lick your sweet pussy and have you come all over my face, you got me?”

“I got you, and I’m not going to complain.” She spread her legs and moaned as his tongue attacked her pussy. He licked from her clit down to her cunt, then back up again, sucking on her bud.

“You taste amazing.”

She could tell him about the pregnancy another day.

“You’re so wet. You want to come on my tongue?”

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