Page 48 of Desperate Measures

“Come for me, Wife. Show me what you got,” I commanded, pulling her more firmly onto me with both hands on her plump ass so I could sink my tongue deep inside her.

“So close, oh God. Husband!” she cried out, cupping my head.

But close wasn’t good enough. My dick was so fucking hard. I felt my balls seize and was seconds away from coming myself, just from the goddamn taste of her. I didn’t need her close. I needed her there.

I hummed deep in my throat, the sound reverberating all the way to my mouth as I pressed my nose against her clit and ate her like a starving man, using lips, tongue, and teeth.

She arched above me, the sounds she was making, fuck, I wished I was recording them.

Every pant.

Every whimper.

Every gasp.

They all added fuel to the fire of this potent desire I had to make my wife come. I doubled my efforts, loving the way her thighs felt pressed against my cheeks.

So soft.

So fucking sexy.

“Oh God, I’m gonna, Husband, I’m coming,” she keened, and I moved like lightning, lowering her legs and spinning her around, so she was half laying on the dresser with her ass out towards me.

I spared no time at all, just fixed my cock to her entrance and rammed all the way in. Her orgasm spurred mine on. The feel of her slick, soft, hot pussy spasming around my shaft was too much and not enough.

I slammed into her, my hands gripping her hips so tight I was bound to leave bruises.

But I just couldn’t stop. I needed to feel every moment of her ecstasy. To share in that carnal bliss.

“Husband,” she moaned, and fuck, I felt her cunt tighten as she started to come again.

“That’s it, Baby. Suck the cum from my balls. Feel me inside you. I’m gonna fill you up with so much cum it’s gonna leak on the floor,” I snarled, driving deep again and again.

It felt so fucking good. She felt so good. The slapping sounds of our bodies coming together echoed in the bedroom. Her pants and moans, my cursing and grunts.

All of it combined to create a symphony of sex. It was loud and lewd and so goddamn hot, I wanted more of it.

Of this.

Of sex.

Of her.

No, I wasn’t giving her up or letting her walk out.

Not now. Maybe not ever.

Chapter 18-Liam

My cock slipped out of her, and I moaned at the loss, pressing my head to the small of her back before I straightened. Then I leaned over and picked her up princess style, ignoring her squeaky protest.

“I’m too heavy,” she mumbled.

“Say that again and I’ll spank that ass red,” I warned her.

“I don’t have low self-esteem, Liam. I am heavy. You can’t just pick me up like a sack of potatoes.”

“A very pretty sack of potatoes, and yeah, I can, and I will pick you up whenever I want, princess, so get used to it,” I replied and grinned as I set her on her feet again, inside the shower stall.