Page 88 of Beau & Autumn

I smile into her hair, loving how she smells. “Isn’t it?”

“You know I should really behave myself…” Her hand slides under the covers and her slight, dainty fingers find my cock easily; it’s not exactly hard to miss. “But I’m not sure I can.”

It’s like music to my ears. I love it when her voice resembles an incoherent moan, especially when she’s panting my name.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love how hard you get.” She gives my dick a tug and it’s my turn to close my eyes and let my own groans take over.

“It’s all because of you, Wifey.” My voice is hoarse and I’m leaking pre-cum all because of her touch and her sexy morning voice, laced with the fact she’s up for it after a night of rolling around until all hours. I love that she can’t get enough of me.

“I need to taste him again, more than I did last night.”

Fuck yeah. It was so hot when she ran her tongue up and down my dick and then took the whole lot in her mouth. I run a hand over my face as my hips move to her jerking me off slowly. “You do?”

“Oh, I really do.”

Here I was thinking she’d regret it and say we shouldn’t do that again. I feel like a Jack-in-the-box ready to spring to life and give it to her all over again.

She slides down, kissing my chest as she goes. It looks so sexy to see her disappearing under the covers. She rolls me onto my back and climbs over the top of me, sitting up for a moment as the covers fall off her shoulders. I gaze up at her perky tits, her nipples hard and taut. I reach down to pluck them and watch her dip her head.

The minute her mouth touches my head, I jerk my hips. Oh, it’s just too good; her hot little hand as well as her hot little mouth. I don’t know how long I can last with her doing this. She wastes no time sliding her mouth over me and lowering onto my dick, her soft plump lips encasing me as her tongue slides on the underside of my length. She slowly, agonizingly, teases me up and down as I try not to be greedy and ramrod down her throat. I want to lose control, to make her eyes water, to shoot my load down her throat. Have her husband’s cum dripping out of her mouth. And I will, if she’ll let me.

“Baby girl,” I groan, not taking my eyes off her. We’re picking up the pace and she’s devouring me like it’s her last supper. I love the fact she loves it, her soft little moans tell me so. “Not gonna last.”

“You don’t have to,” she breathes, between licks and sucks. Popping my dick out of her mouth for a second, she looks up at me with those big, beguiling, doe eyes. “Let go, Hubs. Let me see you.”

My dick grows even more and her words give me all the nudge I need to rock my hips to her beat. We get faster and faster, her mouth gripping me, her tongue swirling all over my cock. I’ll never get sick of this. Never.

“Baby, I’m gonna…” I move to pull out, as I’m not sure if she…

But she catches my drift and presses down firmly, my cock hitting the back of her throat. She reaches for my balls and cups them, giving them a tug, and it’s the last touch I didn’t know I needed before I’m spilling my load, calling out her name incoherently, with my arm across my eyes. I feel my dick pulse and the waves of motion go on and on and on “Fuck, Wifey. Oh baby, oh…”

When we finally still, and I try to keep up with the aftershocks, she slowly pulls her mouth away, swallows, and pops my dick out of her mouth.

Her sexy eyes look up at me, looking pleased with herself.

“Now that’s a very good morning, Autumn Leaf.” I can barely talk. My pulse races in my chest. I lay awake most of the night worrying about what would happen this morning, and I needn't have bothered. She’s fine. She’s better than fine.

She giggles, dragging her body up my side and laying on top of me. Her warm skin pressing into mine, her breasts squish against my chest. I love being like this. Both of us naked and needy for one another. Neither of us pretending; none of this is fake.

I reach forward to kiss her, not caring I can taste myself on her lips and finding it equally hot she swallowed me. “You’re the sexiest husband,” she breathes when we break for a second.

“And you’re a fucking great wife.”

Her lips part. “Let me show you how good I can be. Cowgirl and all.” She laughs, rocking her hips against mine because I’m not coming up for air this morning; I’m ready to go again.

I love being married.

“I need to be inside you,” I groan. I can feel her hot little pussy sliding along my length. I need her.

She grabs me by the base, rubbing my shaft against her sweet spot as we keep kissing. “And I need you to be inside me too,” she breathes.

25

Autumn

Anton is calling me. Luckily I’m dressed and I’ve sorted out my crazy just-got-screwed-all-night hair. We’ve had breakfast and we’re getting ready to leave to go back to Stoney Creek. I don’t want to see my mom until the dust settles, but something tells me we may be shit out of luck on that one.

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