Page 8 of Lucky's Lucky St. Paddy Day

She let out a frustrated groan. “Lucky, please! You’re killing me!”

He looked up at her over her belly. Her slit was glistening from his torturous teasing. “I’m trying to improve my art skills.”

“You’re a fucking world-renowned welding artist! Stop playing around and fucking eat my pussy already!”

Both of Lucky’s eyebrows raised up. It wasn’t often that Harper cursed—and it was an absolute treasure when he was able to get her to during sex.

“Eat your pussy?” He moved further down until he was kneeling on the floor at the foot of their bed. He placed her legs over his shoulders for her comfort. “Like this?” Harper jumped at the first lick of his tongue against her slit. “Or would you rather this?” He took the spray bottle and drew a line from the top of her labia to her vaginal opening. Then he licked it up. “Or perhaps, this?” Using his left fingers, he spread her juicy lips to reveal her engorged clitoris. He made a swirl of cream around her tight bud and then suctioned his mouth over her to lap it up. Making sure his tongue teased her clit several times first, he lifted his head. “Which do you prefer, my love?”

Harper’s rapid breathing made her words choppy. “All of it. Do it all. Again.”

Smiling, Lucky shook the can. “Might need another bottle soon.”

“Is that the new one I bought yesterday?”

He sprayed her clit again. “Yup.”

Harper moaned, her hands gripping the comforter tightly. He felt her legs tense over his shoulders too. “I can’t believe you ate a can of whipped cream all by yourself!”

“You helped,” he argued. Taking the can, he covered her clit again with an exorbitant amount of cream before he drew arrows on the inner parts of her thighs, as if to remind himself where to go. “I’d like to point out that you had two premature ejaculations to my one tonight.”

Harper laughed, her thighs starting to close as her body shifted uncontrollably. “Don’t make me laugh like that! I’m going to have to pee soon!”

“Can’t have that,” he commented. “I’m currently in the splash zone.”

She started to laugh again, but he distracted her from her humor by eating up the cream on her thighs and then smothering his face into the cream on her pussy. He tossed the bottle over his shoulder, even though there was still a bit left in the can, grabbed her hips and increased his lovemaking with fervor.

He lapped, sucked, and nipped before bringing his right hand up to circle her hole. Lashing his tongue against her clit in rapid-fire movements, he felt her thighs tighten around his ears. He loved it, knowing it was his touch that was driving her wild. Knowing she was wet from more than just her own juices, but his as well, Lucky had no hesitation about slipping two fingers inside her tight heat.

Though his cock had been depleted after making love to her in the tub, that did not change the level of his arousal. He wasso turned on, it was hard to believe—no pun intended—that his cock was only just now starting to wake back up.

Harper bucked beneath him and he tightened his grip on her hips to hold her steady. His forehead bumped up against her belly as he continued his ministrations. After several thrusts of his fingers, Lucky added a third.

He pulled his mouth away from her clit long enough to order, “Play with your nipples,” before returning to his meal. With her belly, he couldn’t reach up from his place on the floor to reach her nipples too without bending her legs up more. And he liked where they were around his head.

Then he switched, moving his hand up to rub her clit with his thumb and bringing his tongue down to fuck her wet heat. Harper’s hips gyrated as her body shook, and Lucky knew she was close to coming again.

He decreased his pressure, wanting to draw out her pleasure, before speeding up again at her protested sound of frustration.

Like an explosion, Harper ruptured around his tongue. Her core thrashed against his face as her hips bucked. Her legs squeezed him so tight that his ears were temporarily muffled against the sounds of her pleasure-filled cries.

Lucky didn’t bother to wipe his face of her juices as he stood. Their bed was tall enough that he could easily fuck her while standing beside it between her legs, but that wasn’t close enough to her for him.

Crawling up onto the bed, he moved both of them further up the bed. Keeping her mostly on her back, he shifted onto his side behind her. Grabbing one of the pillows from her side of the bed, Lucky placed it against her right side before lifting her up more so he could slide his right shoulder beneath her back.

Harper moaned and groaned as he moved her, manipulating her body like a ragdoll. Lucky put a gentle hand to her chin to move her face towards his. Claiming her lips, he waited forher to start reciprocating before raising up her left leg. There was a desperation to his movements, but Lucky couldn’t risk hurting her. He needed to slow down slightly to ensure she was completely with him.

When she probed his mouth with her tongue, Lucky knew she was fully back from her orgasm haze. But he planned on bringing her right back there. At his age, two orgasms in one night was asking for a lot. This kid-free weekend was going to be spent pampering her between waiting for his dick to recharge. He had a feeling his balls were going to be empty, useless sacks by the time Sunday evening came around.

Which was fine by him. So long as Harper was sore enough that she felt the echo of him inside her for the rest of the week.

Lucky arched up his hips, bringing his right hand between them to guide his cock to her hot core. She was soaked, making the head of his cock easily slip between her folds. He worked his cock inside her again. She gasped into his mouth and Lucky swallowed it down, refusing to break their kiss.

Slowly, he sank into her until he bottomed out. He held himself there for several long seconds. Then he dragged his cock out, leaving only the mushroom tip inside her. He thrust back up in a single stroke. Like an engine picking up speed, he did so again and again, getting faster with each piston of his hips. He felt her nails dig into his sides and knew that his own grip on her chin was getting firmer.

From long, languid strokes to fast, hurried pounds, Lucky fucked Harper, his wife, the mother of his children, and the love of his life. Their breathing grew more rapid and their lips clung to each other’s as if neither wished to break apart. Ever. He lowered the hand that was on her chin down to her clit, knowing she needed the added stimulation. Her hot, wet core was about to suck him dry again and he refused to come twice in a rowwithout her. There was no feeling in the world like Harper’s inner walls convulsing around his cock.

He felt her breaths shorten even more as her body stiffened. He increased the speed of his thrusts and the pressure of his thumb against her clit. A puff of hot air entered his mouth as she screamed her release.

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