Page 72 of The Worst Pucking Deal

Instead of answering me, she claims my lips in a kiss that tells me everything she won’t; she definitely missed me. “Lucia,” I growl, breaking the kiss. “I told you I’m greedy. Use your words.”

Laying back down, she gives me a coy look and bites her plump bottom lip. “Yes.” Well, I can’t say I was expecting her to be that honest. “I missed your cock,” she purrs seductively.

“Only my cock?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.

Her cheeks flush a pretty red. It almost matches her hair, which is spread out beneath her. “Can you just fuck me already?” she snarks, making me laugh.

I feel like beating my fucking chest and roaring in satisfaction. Knowing my wife missed me as much as I’ve missed her is an incredible feeling. But, sadly she’s not ready to admit that yet. I can be patient for a little bit longer.

“Sure,” I agree. I lean back so I’m resting on my heels. Then I wrap my hands around her quivering thighs and drag her closer to me. Sliding my hands down her smooth legs, I throw them over my shoulders. I angle my hips so the head of my cock prods against her pink hole. “Hold on tight.”

Before she can do or say anything, I slam all the way inside her. I groan as her warm, wet cunt squeezes me. “Fuck. Wife.” I feel her stiffen when I look down between us, but I don’t stop. I fuck her harder until the sounds of skin against skin and our moans ricochet off the walls. “Do you like me fucking you without a condom?” I rasp.

Before I went away, I fucked her three times without rubbering up, and neither of us have commented on it. But fuck if it hasn’t played on my mind. How much better her cunt feels with no barrier. It makes it harder to hold back, all I want to do is rut into her like a feral animal.

“Yes,” she cries, her back bowing off the bed as I lean forward and squeeze her nipples. “It feels fucking amazing. You feel amazing.”

I slam into her over and over, loving the way she feels. She’s so pliable when my thick cock’s filling her up. “I’m never using one with you again,” I grind out, tweaking her nipples. “Do you hear that, bunny? Never.”

Lucia pulls her legs away from my shoulders and twists away from me. “The fuck,” I growl.

She sits up and gets on her knees, moving closer until our foreheads are touching. “I want to be on top.”

I chuckle breathlessly and slap her tempting ass. “Okay,” I agree, laying down on my back again. Wasting no time, Lucia straddles me. She grabs the base of my cock and angles it toward her wet pussy. Then she slowly, painfully fucking slowly, sinks down. “Fuck,” I groan.

Once she’s taken all of me, she tilts her head to the side and looks down at me. “Do I please you, Sy? Do you like feeling my pussy squeeze your big dick?” Her tone is low, tempting.

“You do, bunny, and I fucking love my cunt.” She moans at my words.

“Yours?” She moves her hands to my chest, gently caressing the skin with her long, sharp nails. “It’s mine. I’m just allowing you to use it.” I look down as her fingers trace my skin all the way to my nipple.

I groan when she squeezes my nipple with her nails. “It’s my fucking pussy, baby.”

She moans again. “Is your cock mine?”

“Of course,” I groan. “All yours.”

“Okay. My pussy’s yours then.”

Palming her hips, I hold her still as I begin to thrust into her. “It’s mine,” I snarl like she disagreed with me. “All. Fucking. Mine.”

“Yes,” she pants. “All yours, Sy.”

I grin, which probably looks deranged. But I like that she’s giving me a nickname, even if she is fucking butchering my name in the process. “I want to hear you moan that,” I say as I buck under her.

“Stop being so bossy,” she scolds. “Let me ride you.”

Tightening my hold on her hips, I say, “I don’t think so. You wanted to be on top, baby. So that’s how I’m fucking you.”

Her lips twitch in amusement while she simultaneously digs her nails deeper into my skin. I feel the moment she breaks through, and it causes me to let out a guttural groan. “Fuck yeah.”

“You like pain with your pleasure?” she asks curiously.

At the mention, the scratches from Sunday itch on my back. She wasn’t gentle, and the skin back there shows the proof. “I like everything you do.” I punctuate my words by slamming up and into her, hard and unforgiving.

Sitting straighter, she lets her hands fall away from my chest and licks her lips. “I want to try that,” she says, hesitantly. “I want you to h-hurt me while you’re inside me.”

I lean up and gently brush the hair away from her face so I can see her eyes. The green emeralds shine with determination. “Are you sure?” My gaze automatically drops to her thighs, to the scars.

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