Page 61 of Never Been Worse

“Are you going to just stare at it, or are you going to eat it?” Harper asks, staring at me, and when I look, there’s a small smile on her lips, a tease in her eyes.

This fucking woman.

A perfect match for me.

I return the grin, then shift the hand on her inner thigh to her knee and start to close her legs. “If you’re going to be a little brat...” I start, and she shakes her head frantically, opening her legs wider.

“No. No, please, Wes.”

“You sound so pretty begging for me, little wife.” And then, because I’m a generous man, and also because I’ve been waiting for this for years, I bend down, wrapping my lips around her clit, and I suck.

She shouts, her back arching. Her hand instantly moves to the back of my head, twining in my hair, fingers digging into my scalp just like I’ve imagined so many times before. Harper moans as I devour her, as I run my tongue over her clit, as I slide my tongue inside her, letting her ride it. I moan into her, and her hips buck at the vibration.

When my mouth moves back to her clit, one of my hands moves, sliding a single, thick finger into her wet cunt, and she moans my name. It’s become somewhat of a chant as her pussy tightens on my fingers, as her hips move to guide my finger at the same time her hand in my hair guides my mouth, showing me what pressure she likes, how she wants me to eat her.

“Wes, Wes,” she moans. “I’m going to come. Oh, oh!” I move faster, groaning into her becausefuck yes, I’ve even been dying for her to come on my face, and then it happens.

My wife falls, tightening around my fingers, a new wash of wetness hitting my tongue as she screams my name. She continues to rock against me as she comes down, as my finger continues to move in her, my tongue trailing up over her to clean up every drop. Finally, when her hips slow to a stop, I stand, leaning down and grabbing her once more. My cock is rock-hard again after the small reprieve, and I take the last few remaining steps before turning toward my room.

My lips move to the skin below her neck and suck there.

“What was that?” she asks with a giggle.

“That was me starting my mission to have you on every surface of this fucking monstrosity of a house.”

“Oh,” she whispers, and I smile as I enter our room, tossing her on the bed. She shifts to the center, and then she’s spread, one elbow on the bed, the other hand between her legs. It’s like she can’t help it, as if it’s been building between us for so long she can’t sate it with just one or two orgasms.

I understand the feeling, my cock bobbing with need as I take her in.

“Jesus, look at you.” I don’t move from where I stand and watch her. My hand moves to stroke my cock, and she bites her lip.

“Like what you see?” she asks delicately, unnecessary nerves hidden beneath her bravado.

“A hell of a lot. Wider, so I can watch while I roll this on,” I say, grabbing a condom from the nightstand, and she obeys. I slide it on over my cock, Harper licking her lips as I do, and I shake my head, smiling at her. “Like whatyousee?”

“A hell of a lot,” she whispers as I finish my task.

Finally, I crawl up the bed, up her body, before we’re face-to-face, pressing my lips to hers.

Suddenly, everything changes. My need is still fevered, but it’s tinged with something beautiful, like the understanding that something big is about to happen and that we’re about to change everything in the best way possible.

“I’m crazy for you,” I whisper, my lips brushing her, one hand in the bed, the other resting on the side of her face.

“I’m yours,” she says, somehow knowing it’s what I need to hear, what I’ve beendyingto hear. “For however long you want me.”

I line up the head of my cock with her entrance, moaning as the heat of her wraps my tip before I press my forehead to hers.

“How’s forever sound?” I shouldn’t do it, talk to her like this about when we’re about to fuck for the first time, but I can’t help it. This feels monumental, and she knows it.

“Really fucking good,” she whispers, then lifts her hips, taking me into her. We groan in unison as I push into her all the way, slowly filling and stretching her until I’m seated deep inside. It’s fucking perfect.

“Fuck,” I groan deep into her neck through gritted teeth.

“I’m so full,” she breathes, making my cock twitch.

I laugh, as I always seem to do with Harper. “Do you wantthis to end quickly?” I ask, sliding out slowly and then pushing back in.

She gasps, her hand moving to my neck and gripping tight, in time with the way her pussy clamps on me. “I’m just…” She takes in a shaky breath as I slide out again, seeming to lose her train of thought. “Oh my god, Wes, it’s so perfect. We’re so fucking perfect.” It’s an admission, and she knows it.

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