Page 69 of The Forever One
As she begins to step out of them, I slap the perfect globe of her ass hard enough to make her grunt.
“Did I give you permission to move?” The dark tone of my voice makes the hairs on her lithe body stand straight, turning me on even more. “Spread your ankles as far as they can go.”
“It’s not much.” At her words, I slap her other cheek.
“Did I give you permission to speak?” Her smile grows on her profile, her one visible green eye fixed only on me. She doesn’t answer but she raises her arms to the opposite edge of the table and lays herself out like a feast, only for me.
As I kneel at the banquet of her delicious cunt, I slide her thong off as I go, my face only inches from the apex of her succulent thighs. I make her wait, blowing warm air across her lips and reveling in the soft tremble of her muscles. The anticipation is sometimes better than the orgasm itself.
With my fingers pressing against the flesh of her thighs, I bring my mouth to her pussy and devour her like it’s my last meal. I lick and bite without any self-control, that part of me disappears whenever she's around. She’s both my greatest strength and my most terrifying weakness. I’ve accepted that, just like she’s accepted that her body is mine to bend and to punish. To praise and to bruise.
“Goddamn, you taste like a good girl who likes to do bad things.” My face is now wholly between her legs, my tongue so deep inside her pussy it can feel her cum easing from her walls. Squirming and moaning, her small cries bouncing off the oak table and dancing in my ears, I reach around and flick her clit as my free hand grabs her ass cheek and squeezes hard enough to redden her skin.
“Come on my face, River.” Pushing her ass back against the wooden surface, thrusting as hard as she can, she groans as I push a finger inside her ass and pinch her clit hard enough to get a primal reaction from her. “That’s it, Tesoro, show me what you need.”
As she explodes over my tongue, I lap up every ounce of her pleasure, drink in her most intimate gift. Take it all in and make it a part of me.
Because that’s what this is. Every time we fuck and every time I feast on her cunt and come inside her, we share ourselves with the other.
Before she can take a breather, I’m pushing my own jeans down, my aching cock out and my tip pressed against the entrance to her pussy, eager to get a piece of her. I grab onto her hair and pull her head back until her upper body is arching enough for me to have access to her addictive mouth.
“Taste yourself.” My lips descend on hers and, just as my tongue demands access, my cock thrusts fully inside her. I don’t make love to my wife. I fuck her exactly how she deserves it: long and hard, rough and demanding.
The table screeches against the tile floor with every onslaught of my hips slapping against her ass. We’re cheek to cheek now, my voice broken with the effort of feeding her my hungry cock.
“I wish I could go deeper. I wish I could fuck you so hard there’s no coming back from it. No pulling out, only driving inside you.” We’re both grunting, the sound of our skin slapping, our cum mixing.
“We’re… not,” River struggles with her words, exhaling them with every battering thrust of my hips against her ass. “Ever… coming… back.” My lips latch onto her neck, sucking the skin with violent intent, marking her with my mouth and bruising her with my love. “From… this.”
As her walls squeeze my shaft with her impending orgasm, I switch my hand from her clit to her throat and pull her as close to me as I possibly can. “Come, Tesoro. Fly away with me.”
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We’re both haphazardly dressed, barely hiding our bits when Stefano returns with—fuck my life—Polo. River has traded her off-the-shoulder sweater for my button down, claiming it’s as long as a short dress and much more dignified than walking around in her thong.
I had to agree. However, I’m also guessing by the way her gaze travels up and down my torso and abs, she just wanted the view while we took a break in the kitchen for some sustenance.
Polo takes about three lifetimes to run straight—I use these words lightly because he neither runs nor goes in a straight line—toward us. His tiny paws have a hard time adhering to the tiled floors so he spends half his energy on trying to stay standing.
River kneels on the floor, patting her thighs and encouraging him to come to her, and when he finally attempts to jump on her, he just slides right back down. Taking pity on him, she scoops him up and brings him to her chest, where she rains kisses down on him. His little button nose sniffs everything about her, probably imprinting her scent for future reference.
I know that’s what I did. Imprinting.
Once he’s done licking her cheeks and nose, he yawns like it was the greatest effort he could possibly make and immediately conks out in the palm of her hand.
“Wow, I wish I could just fall asleep like that.” I turn to River with a brow raised and a smirk sitting firm and proud on my lips.
“Oh, Tesoro, you barely get a word out before you’re fast asleep when I fuck the fight right out of you.” She snorts then shrugs. I get no arguments from her because there aren’t any viable ones out there. “What do you want to eat?”
Her gaze falls to my cock, already half-mast and eager to continue our games from the dining room. “Well…” Her words trail off and her deep emeralds burn a searing path all the way up to my lips before landing on my steel grays.
“Food, River. I’ll feed you my cock after you’ve eaten actual food.” Her fake pout doesn’t bother me, it’s her bratty side trying to get what she wants, despite what she needs.
“How about popcorn?” Taking a page from her handbook, I roll my eyes at her and give her my back. “What? Popcorn is food.”
“It’sjunkfood. You know what, forget this. Go shower, I’m taking you out to dinner.”
“But it’s like…” From the corner of my eye, as I’m putting away all the ingredients I had pulled out of the fridge, I see her awaken her phone and check the time. “Nine at night.”