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I’m not sure who’s more excited—Louis or me. But I know who’s not. All morning long Beck’s somehow managed to scowl through his smile. I can’t be irritated at him though. Not when a man loves you enough his protectiveness drives him almost to the point of insanity wanting to keep you safe.
Maybe condition number three will relax him. Especially if I tweak his requirement just a little bit. I hide my smile from my son, feeling guilty to be thinking about pleasuring his father while he eats his breakfast. He’s allowed to watch one cartoon per day, and this is the perfect time. I thank Mrs. Bryant for her delicious food and place his cup of milk and puppy plate in front of him at the bar, flicking on the TV while he digs into his scrambled eggs. “I’m going to go find Daddy and I’ll be right back.”
He doesn’t answer, already absorbed in the antics of his favorite super heroes. Which is perfect because I won’t be right back. I’m not sure how I’ll get away with sneaking alone time with Beck once our son learns to tell time. I kiss the top of his sweet head and race up the steps, winding around the tiny green train tracks scattered across the hardwood. He’s been working so hard to figure out how to connect the pieces on a slope. I can’t wait to cheer his success once the engine through the caboose make it all the way to the bottom.
My husband’s deep voice, thick with his sexy accent, wafts down the corridor once I reach the second floor. He talks low, and I’m guessing he knows I’m on my way. Always protecting me from his business, he meets my gaze the instant I walk into our bedroom. All I see is his devotion reflecting back at me.
Louis’s smiling face, smeared with peanut butter and toast crumbs, fills the main screen on his security wall. Goose bumps rise on my arms from the realization he’s been watching us. Forever protecting us even at home with the guns and guards surrounding the mansion.
The gorgeous smile that made me fall hopelessly in love with him, despite how unnecessarily obsessive he is, lifts his cheeks and I rush straight to him. As happy to see him as he is to see me. My lips press softly against his scruffy jaw while his hand wraps around me in his possessive grasp. When I glide his leather belt out of the buckle his grip tightens, tangling in my negligee. He turns his phone away from his mouth.
“What’re you doing, wisp?”
“Thanking you for today.”
I keep going and slide down the zipper, breaching his boxer briefs to touch his already aroused penis. He hisses when I curl my fingers as far as they’ll reach around the thick girth and stroke up and down. Feeling powerful and wanton from having him at my mercy while he tries to concentrate on his call, I drop quickly to my knees and inhale his musky scent along with his smoky body wash. All man. All masculine. All mine.
“Jesus.”
He hangs up on whomever he’s talking to and tosses the cell on the bed. His dark eyes bore into me as I attempt to take him in my mouth. He shakes his head and caresses my face with a tenderness that almost chokes me with emotion.
“Strip first. I want to see my tits and my pussy before I fuck your delicious mouth.”
Despite how dirty his demands are, my body instantly responds with wetness pooling between my legs and heat flashing across my skin. Sometimes he likes me defiant and playful, other times he wants me submissive. Today definitely requires obedience. His pupils dilate from me acquiescing to his order, and I flush under his stare as he watches me undress. I draw the silk camisole over my head and slip off my boy shorts, distracted with him tugging at my nipples, already hard from his touch.
Finally his hands fall away when I grip his dick again and lick the arousal budding on the tip. His eyes close, shutting out everything but me loving him. His hands drive into my hair, ruining the high ponytail I put up for our day out but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything at this moment other than his happiness. And he seems deliriously happy as he glides in and out, controlling his need to fuck me to the point of gagging. I know he’ll hate himself if he does so I deep throat him as far as I can to at least pleasure him as much as possible. As much as he deserves in return from him always spoiling me.
Fuck, life doesn’t get any better than this.
The most spectacular woman in the damn world bares herself to me on her knees with my cock deep in her supple mouth. I treat my queen with the respect she deserves and control my thrusts to keep from choking her despite how much I want to. She fucking trusts me, and I refuse to ruin her faith in me by acting like even more of a bastard than I already do. Seeming to sense my restraint, she relaxes completely and my dick delves as far as its ever gone in her throat. When she squeezes the rest that won’t fit and then scrapes her fingernails on my throbbing balls, I almost come against her tonsils. “You have the most amazing mouth, baby girl.”
A gurgle of approval answers me back. My wife knows how much I fucking worship her but fuck if I don’t love telling her again and again. “And those magnificent tits. Fuck me if they’re not glorious while they bounce from me fucking you.”
Her moan reminds me they need attention again too. “And that sweet, sweet pussy just drips such perfect honey when I eat it out.”
The suction on my shaft tightens from my approval, and I can’t hold on much longer. When her teeth scrape backward for the entire length and down again, I twist her hair around my fist and plunge all the way in while my body jerks in anticipation.
“Don’t swallow.”
She nods as best she can with her dainty mouth stuffed full of my cock. I thrust a few more times, and she must realize I’m getting ready to blow and deep throats me one last time. God fucking damn. I adore this woman.
I twitch from the sensation and then still, roaring out my release with my dick and my mouth, uttering every curse word known to man as I empty myself between her willing lips. Driving a few more times until every drop is wrung from me, I pull back slowly, enjoying the last few seconds and burning the image in my mind to remember today. Unable to hold back my grin from the secret only I know—my wife’s a dirty girl behind her innocent demeanor. “Show me.”
Her delicate pink tongue slips past her teeth, and she holds my come like an offering. I stroke her cheek in gratitude. Well aware praising her makes her blush as well as wet. “Good girl.”
Unable to speak, she blinks several times with her thick long lashes brushing her rosy cheeks. I slide my finger through the thick fluid and swirl some on her nipples, hard as diamonds from pleasing her husband. She moans around her occupied tongue, and I circle a few more times and then tweak the taut skin. Anointing her like a priest would his perfect obedient lamb. “These are mine. These belong to me.”
She nods in agreement. Hooded eyes follow my finger as I skim over her breasts and up her neck to her face. I dip inside her mouth again and swirl through the salty cream. Bending at the waist, I suck the side of her slender throat while my hand glides between her legs. Her thighs tremble as I swipe through her drenched lips. Caressing them over and over until I reach her clit. Needy and pulsing, the silky bundle swells more from my touch. “This is mine. This belongs to me.”
Another throaty groan responds with her thrusting forward. Trying to earn more of my touch. More of her reward. More of our connection. “Does my wife need her husband to fuck her before he takes her out?”
The urgent whimper proves how submissive she remains, keeping my come safe until I tell her otherwise. With my free hand, I swipe the last of my release from her mouth and move to her ass using the slime as lube. Breaching her tight little hole with my fingertip, while I tease her pussy until she cries out and her forehead collapses against my hip. But I’m not finished with her yet.
I still owe her a good fuck before we spend the day with our son. “This is going to be quick because we’re running out of time but I’ll make it up to you tonight.”
I nod toward the monitor where Louis sits mesmerized watching his favorite program while Mrs. Bryant reminds him to eat. Only about ten minutes left in his show. Eleven minutes before he comes looking for us. Twelve minutes before he finds us. Plenty of time for me to make her happy before he does.
As always, she allows me to control her tiny body. I lift her from the floor and grin into her shoulder as she wraps around me. My wife needs a good fucking as much as I do. Despite her intense hold, I pry her off me and flip her to her stomach. True to form she scrambles to her knees with her luscious ass high in the air. If I had more time, I’d spank her to coming first and then stuff her full of my cock before she comes all over again. I’ll have to save that fun for later. Right now I have to make her scream and release both our tension.
I caress and kiss each round cheek before I skim my hands over her torso and fuck me if she doesn’t reach back and grab my hand from her lower back and guide it up to her hair. She needs me rough and I’m thrilled to oblige. My fingers yank the red strands until she moans while I grip her throat with my palm. Holding her hostage while I fuck her drenched cunt with the reverence only her pussy deserves. “You make me fucking crazy. I fucking hate how much I love you. How much I love fucking you. How much I love owning you.”
My words fuck her as hard as my cock, and her groans rumble against my fingers wrapped around her neck. I thrust harder, punctuating each word as I slam into her. “You are mine. You belong to me.”
The force must be too much as she collapses. Her shaking elbows finally give way, and I miss her tits swaying from the impact with them now smashed into the mattress. Almost there, I clutch her narrow hips and plunge as deep as I can go, allowing nothing between her ass and my stomach. I grit out my demand through clenched teeth. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
Muffled against the sheets, I can still make out her heartfelt words before she cries out her orgasm. I let go too and remind her how correct she is as I explode inside her. “That’s right wisp. Never forget it.”