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“Matti,” she whimpers, bending her knees, trying to grind against my finger.

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I gently sink my teeth in as I push one finger inside her.

“Oh my God,” she moans, her legs shaking, her hands squeaking down the glass.

I release her clit, and push a second finger inside her, looking up to see her eyes start to roll back in her head, her mouth hanging open. “I want you to ride my face, kitten.”

“I’ve never… I don’t…” she breathes, opening her eyes and looking down at me.

“I’ve got you.” I sit up on my knees and hold her in place as I lick her clit lightly, relentlessly. Her hips buck against me, and I press my other hand to her lower abdomen and move my fingers inside her, flicking against her G spot.

“Holy shiiii…” Her knees buckle, and she drops down onto my face. As I find a steady, persistent rhythm with my tongue and fingers, she grinds her pussy against my mouth, matching my movements, her jaw dropping open, breathing in short gasps.

I smack her ass and pull back. “All your weight on me, Siena. Do not hold yourself off me. Sit on my face right now.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she breathes, watching me with wide eyes and swiveling her hips in tight circles on my fingers.

Scooping my arms around her thighs, she screams as I wrapher legs around my head and bury my face in her pussy, one hand on her ass. She holds onto the glass and grinds against me, moaning my name and watching me eat her voraciously, tongue fucking her cunt and digging my fingertips into her ass.

She stiffens, every muscle in her body tense, and she stops breathing as I keep fucking her with my tongue and fingers. Then her whole body shakes as she screams out my name, slamming her hands against the glass. Throwing her head back, she cums hard, a flood of wetness soaking my beard and running down my chin. I hold her in place, keep my fingers inside her, keep fucking her until the tremors of her orgasm finally slow.

My wife.

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Siena

After coming, I’m a shaking, whimpering, panting mess as Matti sets me down. I have to keep one hand on the glass to stop myself from falling over, but when I see my cum dripping down his chin, I bashfully reach down to wipe his face. Matti grabs my wrist and guides my hand to my pussy instead.

“Feel how wet you are, kitten,” he says, grinning up at me wickedly.

Holy shit, I amwet. I have never come like that before. Not that I haven’t gotten wet, but this is next level. “What the fuck was that?” I gasp.

“You squirted. You haven’t done that before, kitten?” he murmurs, making his way up my body, trailing kisses along my inner thigh. He drags his tongue over my stomach, then continues his journey upward and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

I moan, temporarily forgetting where I am as he guides my hand further between my legs and pushes my own fingers inside my pussy, slick with my cum.

“No,” I breathe. “I’ve never done that before.”

Matti stands to his full height, looking down at me. Pulling me to him, he dips his head down to kiss me. “Taste how hard you came for me while you fuck yourself,” he orders, his lips against mine.

Oh Jesus. The way he talks to me when he’s fucking me would have put me in an early grave from embarrassment before I met him, but now, I live for it.

We devour each other as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, gripping the back of my head. Pinning my hand so that my palm is pressing against my clit, he pushes my fingers deeper inside my pussy.

Holding my hand in place, he pulls back from me and I realize that he’s still wearing his jeans even though I’m fully naked, the denim pulled tight over his hard cock. “Push a third finger inside, kitten. Keep fucking yourself. Do. Not. Move.”

I nod, doing as he says and pressing my other hand to the glass. A moan escapes as my third finger stretches me. My eyes are closed, and I don’t hear him come back into the room, but I can feel him next to me.

“What a good girl you are, Siena, fucking yourself just like you were told. My good girl.”

I practically purr. I want to be his good girl, but at the same time… “I don’t want to be good,” I say, pulling my fingers out of my pussy and sliding them up my stomach to my nipple, leaving behind a wet trail across my skin.

A flash of happy surprise passes over his face, and his eyes glint darkly with need. “Really. Tell me what you want, Siena.”

I peel my palm off the window and turn around, leaning my back against it, giving him my brattiest little smile. “I wantyouto fuck me.”

Before Matti, I never would have stood naked in front of a man, asking to be fucked. But when he told me why he needs to hear me verbalize my desires, something in me shifted. It isn’t just permission he wants me to grant him, it’s a sense of control. I want to show him that I respect his boundaries—and that I trust him to cross all of them with me. To make me into his good girl even as I tell him that I don’t want to be good at all.

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