Page 115 of The Worst Pucking Deal

Sy growls into my mouth, his tongue dominating mine as he continues to palm my tits, gliding his fingers over their peaks. I keep my grip firm on his cock, feeling it grow impossibly harder, and one of Sy’s hands slides down my front, grazing a searing trail over my slit before he cups my sex, pulling me further back against him.

Breaking the kiss, Sy uses his foot to nudge mine, telling me he wants me to spread my legs further. I do. Then he spreads his fingers still cupping my weeping cunt. “This right here, that’s my heaven,” he rasps.

“Sy,” I moan, arousal making my tone low and sultry while heat ignites deep in my core. “I want you inside me.”

“Not yet. Tonight I want to savor you.” He releases my folds and then circles his fingers over my clit. “To devour you.” He presses his digits into the heat of my entrance, making me cry out as need slams into me like a freight train going at full speed.

“Fuck, bunny. You’re so wet for me.” He slides his fingers back out to smear my wetness across my clit before he growls. “Legs wider.”

I quickly follow the demand, widening my legs even more, and the second I do, he slides his fingers through my pussy lips before slowly pushing three digits inside me. My legs begin to shake as I push against his hand, working his fingers deeper.

“Sy!” I cry, as he fucks me with his fingers. I’m already close to coming, and I swirl my hips, desperate to fall over the edge.

I palm my tits, pinching my nipples and tip my head back against his shoulder, my eyes falling shut. The way he’s working my pussy, his fingers delving deep inside me while the heel of his palm presses against my clit sends me into a frenzy, and I ride his hand until I come hard.

My moans and cries are loud, even to my own ears, and so much fluid rushes out between my legs that it feels like I just peed myself.

“Ohmygoshdeargod… I can’t… donotstop,” I ramble, so far beyond anything but what my body craves as Sy keeps fingering my pussy. I look down as the waves keep coming, and clear liquid rushes from me.

“Fuck, yes.” Sy groans, “Give me more. Give me all of it.”

He doesn’t let up, and I explode in another orgasm that has me absolutely gushing. As it pours, or sprays, from me, Sy moves to my front. I don’t know how he manages to keep his fingers inside me, but I feel them as he curls the digits.

My lips part in an O as he drops to his knees, catching some of my wetness with his mouth. “So fucking delicious,” he rasps, scissoring his fingers, which makes even more liquid spray from my pussy.

I’m so spent I can barely stand up. Sy uses one hand to help steady me, and when I’m no longer gushing, he pulls his fingers out of me and places both hands on my hips just before my knees give out. His mouth is still on me, and the pressure from his tongue is almost too much.

“Sy,” I moan, unsure if I’m wanting him to stop or to do more.

“I got you,” he reassures me, and when I look down to see his heated stare, I don’t fight it. How can I when he’s looking at me like a man starving? “I’m not done with you yet, bunny. Mhmm, the things I want to do to you. With you.”

“Yes,” I whisper. Before I can say anything else, Sy gets up and carries me over to the bed, gently sitting me down on the edge. Then I spread my legs so he can stand between them.

He fists his cock with one hand while moving the other one to the back of my neck, squeezing until I look up at him. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” I don’t know what’s prompting him to ask, but his tone is serious so I know he’s expecting me to answer.

“Now and always,” I vow. “I’ll always be yours, Sy, and you’re mine.”

“Yes I fucking am,” he growls. “Now and always, bunny.”

Looking up at Sy’s dark eyes, I lick my lips. Now’s the time to tell him. “I’m no longer on the pill,” I admit, the uncertainty of his reaction makes my tone low, barely audible. “I haven’t been since we went to the Vatican, and—”

Sy silences me by pushing me back and crawling on top of me, slanting his lips to mine in an all-consuming kiss I can feel in every inch of my body. “I know. Well, figured since you didn’t have them with you in Rome,” he pants. “And it makes me so fucking hard to know my baby could already be in your belly.”

I gasp in surprise at his words, but it morphs into a moan as he kisses and licks his way down my body, not stopping until he reaches my belly button. His tongue delves into the orifice, sending electricity through my body.

“You want us to make a kid?” I ask, surprised and yet not.

“A kid? No, wife. I want to make enough we need a fucking minivan when we go anywhere. I want our house to be filled with the family we’d create together.”

Tears distort my vision as I hear the longing in his words. The way he describes our future perfectly matches what I want, and I’m suddenly impatient for it to happen. “I want that too,” I confirm. Reaching between us, I fist his hard cock. “So get this in my pussy and put a baby in me, Sy.”

Grabbing my hips, Sy turns me around so I’m face down on the bed. He kisses a burning trail down my spine, biting into the soft flesh of my ass cheek. “Fuck, wife,” he rasps. “Get on all fours. Now.”

I quickly push myself up, and as soon as I’m in position, I feel the tip of his hard dick against my entrance. I push back, panting hard as he thrusts all the way to the hilt. Despite all the times I’ve had his cock in my pussy, I’m still not used to his size, especially at this angle where he’s so deep inside me, and it takes a few moments before I’m ready for him to move.

“My beautiful wife,” Sy rasps almost reverently. “You’re so fucking perfect. Your body, your mind… everything about you. I’m the luckiest man alive.” I look at him over my shoulder in time to see him bite his lip for a moment before he starts moving.

The stretch of his cock sends heat rushing over my skin, and a whimper escapes me. “Sy,” I plead. “Fuck me. Put your baby in my belly.”

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