Page 43 of Our Little Wedding

“Let yourself go, baby,” I said, reaching up and taking her nipple between my fingers and squeezing it.

I could feel her beginning to tighten as her body stiffened. I pulled the vibrator off her clit and began pumping into her hard and fast. “Spencer…” she screamed. I wrapped her in my arms and continued fucking my wife.

I felt her pussy clenching my cock as she came. I felt my balls tighten and allowed myself to let go, pouring myself into her.

Breathless and exhausted, I fell onto the mattress. I covered my eyes with my arm, my body covered in a sheen of sweat. I swallowed hard and let my body come down while Ainsley lay beside me, doing the same.

Ainsley

I lay there listening to him breathe. He’d been quiet now for twenty minutes, sometimes even lightly snoring. My eyes travelled over his muscular frame. Even though he’d just given me one of the best orgasms he’d ever given me, I wanted him again. I was ready.

I nuzzled into his neck, pressing my lips to his warm skin. “You awake?” I whispered.

“Barely,” he muttered. “That was so fucking hot.”

“Yes, it was,” I said, leaning down and kissing his chest. When he didn’t move, I looked down to his cock. My fingers trailed down his abs and over his hips, his cock beginning to stir at my touch. I looked back at him. His eyes were still closed.

I took a moment and took his cock in my hand, then I slid down, bringing his cock to my lips. I licked his shaft, running my tongue all the way up, letting my tongue hit the rim of the head before taking his cock all the way into my mouth.

He let out a deep breath as his fingers slipped into my hair. “That’s it, baby,” he said, his voice throaty. “Fuck, suck me.”

I took him all the way to the back of my throat, my hand working him, the other cupping his balls. The more I sucked, the harder he fisted my hair. I pulled my mouth from him, running my tongue once again from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, in time to lick the drop of pre-cum that was waiting for me.

I crawled up his body and straddled his hips, reaching between my legs, grabbing his cock and lining him up with me. I slid down onto his cock, taking him in. I loved hearing the guttural groan that escaped him as I lifted myself up and slid back down.

His powerful hands gripped my hips, and he took control, guiding my movements as his eyes washed over my breasts. I loved how he watched me, how his eyes skimmed my naked body. He sat up, still working my hips. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, letting his teeth gently graze over it.

I could feel a flood of heat between my legs as he moved to the other one and repeated that again before he laid back. He adjusted the pillow behind his head so he could watch me as I rode him.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my cock.”

He reached for that little finger vibrator again, and I felt my excitement build as I watched him slip it onto his finger. Hepushed me back, raising his knees up behind me for something to lean on so he could place it once again on my clit.

This time he’d turned the vibration up higher, and the second it touched me, I tightened around him. “God, Spencer, I can’t.”

“You can,” he said, as he pulled it away for a moment, then placed it against me again for only a second before removing it again.

“Please, Spencer…” I cried.

“Please what? Please do it again?” he asked, placing it against my clit for only a brief second.

I could feel my orgasm building each time he did that, and it faded as soon as he pulled it away.

He allowed me to stay on him for only a couple seconds more before he lifted me off his cock and flipped me around so I was on my knees. He pulled me back and slid himself into me from behind, fucking me hard.

“Yes…” I cried as he slammed into me. He reached around, placing that little vibrator on my clit while he continued at an unrelenting pace. I pulled at his hand, begging him to remove that little vibrator, but it was useless. He refused. He held himself deep inside of me as I felt an earth-shattering orgasm rip through my body, while Spencer emptied himself into me again.

Ainsley

Two months Later

“Hey, you meeting me for lunch or what?” Carly’s voice erupted over the phone.

I smoothed down the sides of my skirt and fixed my shirt, turning to look over at Spencer, who stood with his pants down around his ankles, his shirt on the back of his office chair. We still hadn’t seemed to pass through the honeymoon stage yet.

“I forgot about lunch,” I mouthed to him. A smile came to Spencer’s face as he reached around and rubbed my swollen clit, torturing me.

“Yep, Carly, sorry. I got, um… sidetracked. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I said, closing my eyes as the feeling of release built inside of me again.

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