Page 16 of Shaw

Her hands leave the top of her dress, and in the blink of an eye, it’s pooling at her bare feet.

Emi stands there in front of me in her white lace panties and garter belt with her perfect full tits on display and a small bump. Her fingers tremble, proving her innocence.

I suck in a sharp breath because I’ve never seen anyone so breathtaking in my entire life. Her olive skin gleams under the low lighting, and I lick my lips while imagining trailing my tongue over her silky skin. I work my gaze back up, taking in every blemish, every change since the last time I memorized her body.

Her tits have grown, and I long to hold them, feel the weight, drag my tongue over her peaked nipple before sucking them into my mouth, gently at first, then harder, just to test her limits. My cock drips at the thought. Then my eyes travel toward her flushed chest, up the column of her throat I long to hold in my grasp, and finally land on her beautiful face. Her darkened eyes full of intrigue and lust but vulnerability too. She’s nervous, and the thought excites me and makes me want to reassure her. Preferably with my cock deep inside her.

I swallow hard, not wanting to overstep but also desperately wanting her plump lips wrapped around my cock; something we never got around to the last time we were together.

I wonder if I would be her first blow job.

I want to know, I need to know every . . . fucking . . . thing my wife has and hasn’t done in her life, and suddenly, the need is more important than breathing itself.

“How many cocks have you tasted?” I take a menacing step toward her. Her eyes narrow on me, and she takes far too long to answer, annoying the hell out of me. “When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer, Emi.” Her eyes flare at my commanding tone, and I revel in it. “Now, how many cocks have you sucked?”

She swallows but her eyes remain on mine, as though testing me. I love and loathe her confidence. “I haven’t,” she admits, crossing her arms.

I take one more step toward her so we’re chest to chest. So close her bump is pressed to my thigh, and my fingers twitch to hold her bump.

I tuck a curl behind her ear, then place my hand around her throat. “You’ve never given a blow job?” I stare into her eyes again, looking for deceit, lack of confidence, anything other than what she’s telling me, because she’s an insanely beautiful young twenty-year-old woman with zero experience, and in my world, that’s hard to believe, yet in hers, I can foresee it.

My cock throbs in its confines, desperate for a taste of her. To paint her lips with my cum, to ruin her body in the best possible way.

“You’re going to get a lesson in sucking cock, Red.” I lick my lips, embracing the control I have over my untouched princess. “On your knees.”

Emi moves to her knees without breaking our stare, like the perfect submissive. Her innocence makes my cock harder, even though I wouldn’t have thought it humanly possible.

My chest heaves as my eyes stay transfixed on hers until her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip, and I move to unbuckle my belt while I have her compliance.

I push my pants past my ass and lower my boxers to below my balls, taking delight when her eyes widen at my heavy, dripping, hard cock. It’s big, I know it is. I’ve seen other guys’ in the restrooms, and they wish their cocks were as big as mine. No wonder my girl bled so much when I fucked her. I like that, the thought of only me fucking her.

A sharp realization hits me in the chest, stopping me in my tracks. “Have you fucked anyone else?”

She startles. “No. Of course not, Shaw.” Her eyes bug out. “Have you met my brother?”

My cock jumps with a burst of excitement, and my lips curl into a grin.Jesus, I’m a sick fuck.Enjoying my wife having only experienced me is a feeling like no other.

Ownership.

I caress her cheek.

Possession.

Using my thumb, I pluck her bottom lip from between her teeth.

Control.

I push my thumb into her mouth. “Suck.” And she does, she pulls it between her lips and flicks her tongue over my digit. I’m transfixed at her ability to make my cock drip with pre-cum from her simple touch.

I wrap my free hand around my cock and jerk it back and forth.

“Fuck, that’s good.” My hips thrust forward, needing to fuck harder.

Before I can lose my load over my hand, I pull my thumb from her mouth with a pop. Then I take my cock in both hands and drag the swollen tip over her delicate lips, sucking in a deep breath when her wet lips graze the thick head, painting them with my pre-cum.Jesus.

I move my left hand to behind her head and encourage her to move forward. “Take me in your mouth, Emi. Like a good girl. Take your first cock in your mouth, baby.” My head drops back and my eyes roll when she pushes her face into my groin, making herself choke on my thickness but not stopping.

She wants to prove a point, that she can take what I have. That she can satisfy me, and fuck me, does she do just that. The head of my cock hits the back of her throat, and my hand tangles with force in her hair. I expect her to flinch, to bitch about me being rough like Lizzie always did. I didn’t expect for her to moan around my cock as though she loves it and push further forward as though she’s just as desperate and hungry for this as me.

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