Page 95 of On The Rocks

“Do you want my cock?” I demanded, my voice husky with need.

“Yes,” she repeated more confidently.

“No more running away,” I told her. “If the shit hits the fan, you stay, and we talk it out. All day, I’ve thought about getting my ass over to the salon, throwing you over my shoulder, bringing you home, and putting you over my fuckin’ knee.”

Her eyes gleamed. “Okay,” she acquiesced. “But no more secrets, either. If you’ve done anything that could blindside me, you need to tell me about it before somebody else does so I can deal.”

I touched my mouth to hers. “Promise.”

She beamed at me, and suddenly, all was right with the world again.

Knifing to a sitting position, I knee-walked to rest between her legs. “Spread your legs and show me what’s mine,” I demanded gruffly, pulling her sleep shorts down her legs and leaving her bared to me.

Her cheeks stained red, but I smiled inwardly, watching intently as she did as she was told and slowly parted her thighs.

My wife was beautiful everywhere. I admired her shapely legs, smooth skin, and the groomed strip of neatly trimmed blondish-red hair covering her pussy. A flash of soft pink followed, and I almost lost my shit there and then.

Reaching out to touch her, my fingertips skated gently over her clit, feeling like a fucking king when she let out a loud moan. “Gonna own this pussy, baby,” I muttered, gently fucking her with my finger.

She was as warm, tight, and so slick that my cock hardened to iron as I pushed my fingers deeper. She felt like heaven, all soft and wet and ready for my cock.

Her eyes dropped to half-mast with need, and she breathed, “More.”

I added another finger, sliding them in and out of her slick pussy, then twisted my hand so I could rub her clit with my thumb at the same time.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, cheek still pressed to the pillow. “That feels incredible.”

My cock was fit to bursting, but I wanted to make her come and get her as ready for me as possible. I knew she’d used a toy on herself, but I was about to fuck her good and hard. “Come on my fingers, wife,” I rasped, rubbing harder, biting back a moan as Maeve circled her hips to seek more friction while making sexy little whimpers.

I thrust inside Maeve again and again until her walls fluttered. She came up on her elbows, looking down at the way I finger fucked her, and her hips writhed in pleasure. Her tight little pussy clenched my fingers hard, and she let out a low groan. She was seconds away from coming, and I needed to get ready because the sight of her lush body was driving me crazy.

Still working her with one hand, the other went to my cock, and I fisted it, watching her eyelids flutter, and her lips twist in pleasure. I leaned over her, settling between her legs, and pushed my cock inside all the way to the root, moaning low and heavy at the way her tight little cunt gripped me.

We responded so goddamned beautifully to each other. I wanted more than anything to feel Maeve’s pussy clenching my cock as she came, and it didn’t take long. After adding pressure to her clit and a few more gentle thrusts, she arched her back, and with her neck straining, she cried out into the ether as she came hard.

I buried my face in her throat, nipping and sucking and thrusting inside gently. I wanted to give her maximum pleasure, wanted her to feel me everywhere—her skin, her pussy, and her heart and soul. I was the first man to be inside her, and it had to be memorable, something she looked back on and smiled. I wanted to be that beautiful memory for her always.

Pushing her hands above her head, I grabbed behind Maeve’s knee and hitched her leg over my ass, then covering every inch of her body with mine, I began to grind firmly inside her. Her pussy contracted so hard I saw stars. “You’re so fucking tight, wife,” I grunted, slamming my cock inside her. “All mine, always.”

Maeve’s head twisted to one side, her eyes fluttering open as she came back down from her climax. I watched her beautiful breasts heaving with her heavy pants of breath and kissed the tips, making her nipples pebble.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “That was amazing.”

My mouth traveled up to gently bite her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth while grinding harder, making sure to catch her sensitive clit every time I did a pass. Maeve’s hips jerked up to meet mine, spurring me on with her little gasps and whimpers. My hands cupped her ass, and I tilted it toward me to get access and go deeper.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.” She squeezed her walls hard around me, and I threw my head back and groaned, almost popping off like a geyser. Heat radiated through the bottom of my spine, and I knew I was about to come hard. I moaned with pleasure at the myriad of sensations ripping through me.

The pressure swept from my spine to my balls, and I cursed as they pulled up tight. Then, burying my face in Maeve’s neck, I roared as I came. “Jesus. Fuck, yes.” I moaned, pleasure completely taking over me while I thrust my cock deep, filling her with ropes of cum and rooting myself to her, emotionally as well as physically.

Eventually, my orgasm waned. Giving Maeve all my weight, I kissed the side of her neck. “You made me see stars.”

A satisfied noise escaped her throat, and she sighed, “Ditto.”

I crawled off her and settled at her back, spooning her for a few minutes while my hands sifted through her hair. “I’ve never come like that in my life, baby.” I swept her tresses away and kissed her nape gently, heart swelling with emotion. “Love you, wife.”

She murmured something unintelligible and let out a soft snore.

I went up on my elbow. “Maeve?”

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