Page 52 of Misery In Me

“I want you,” he whispers, his voice low and husky, the words sending a ripple of pleasure straight to my core. “I fucking need to be inside you,Hermosa.”

He wants me.

He needs me.

I feel myself trembling, my body responding to the raw desire in his voice. I want him too, more than anything, more than life itself.

Without a word, Gage scoops me up in his arms, carrying me to our bed. He lays me down, his body following mine, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress. I feel like I’m being consumed by him, like I’m being swallowed whole by the passion between us.

He looks into my eyes and I see the hunger there, the desire, the need. And I know that I’m ready, ready to surrender to him, to give myself to him completely.

“Te amo,” he whispers, the words sending a wave of emotion crashing over me. “Let me show you how much I love you and how much I appreciate you.” He pulls my dress up over my head and tosses it to the floor, reaching behind me to unhook my bra and stopping to stare for a moment, taking me in. Gage drops his shorts and his boxer briefs, kneeling before me on the bed with his thick cock ready to go.

This man could tie me up and fuck me until I passed out and I would take every moment happily.

Because it’s him.

Gage’s hands roam over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His fingers caress my breasts, teasing my nipples into tight, aching buds. Every touch sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making my body arch and tremble with desire.

“That’s it, baby.” His soft and inviting lips brush against mine, consuming me. “I love how responsive your body is for your husband.” The kiss deepens, and our tongues tangle, dancing a sensual dance, as we devour each other. The sound of our ragged breathing is like music to my ears—desire that builds in intensity with every passing moment.

We move together, our bodies become one, my hips meeting his in a primal rhythm. Gage’s cock, hard and throbbing, presses against my belly, leaving a wet trail of precum on my skin. I can feel the heat emanating from his body, making my pussy ache with a need for him. “Please, Gage. I need you.”

“God, I need you too.” He grips my thong, ripping apart one side.

“Gage!” I squeal. “Those are my underwear.”

“I’ll buy you new ones, baby.” As he slips it off my leg and tosses it over his shoulder, making me laugh.

I watch as my husband shoves two fingers in his mouth and sucks on them slowly. Then, when he’s satisfied that they are wet enough, he drags them down my entrance. Easing them inside of me, his fingers caress my front wall. Every thrust, every movement, sends a wave of pleasure through me, making my body tremble and shudder with desire.

“I need to taste you. First you’re going to come on my fingers and tongue,Esposa.Then you’re gonna ride your husband's cock.¿Lo entiendes?”

His hands, now more insistent, grasp my hips, pulling me closer, holding me in place. His fingers dig deep into my skin, leaving bruises that will linger long after our passion has faded. But I don’t care, right now, I am his, completely and utterly his. His to touch, to taste, to claim as his own.

“You are so fucking perfect.” Gage’s mouth descends upon my pussy, I feel a rush of need course through my veins. His warm breath dances across my entrance and his tongue, soft and gentle, begins to explore, tracing the contours of my pussy with a delicate touch.

The first lick is like a spark of electricity, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. His tongue glides effortlessly across my clit, the sensation building in intensity with each passing moment. My pussy grows wetter and more swollen, my hips arching upwards to meet his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper as Gage’s lips close around my clit, his mouth forming a gentle seal that sends a wave of pleasure crashing over me. His tongue begins to vibrate, sending shockwaves through my body, making my muscles tremble and my skin prickle with sensation. He eats me like he’s been starving for me all day, his mouth moves in a slow, sensual rhythm, his tongue probing deep into my folds, exploring every hidden crevice and secret spot. I can feel his fingers brushingagainst my thighs, his hands holding me open, exposing me to his hungry mouth.

The sensation is almost too much to bear—a tidal wave that threatens to overwhelm me. I feel like I’m melting, like my body is dissolving into a pool of pure sensation, my mind fragmenting into a thousand shards of ecstasy. Gage’s tongue is dangerous, coaxing and teasing, probing and exploring. He knows exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure to apply, and exactly when to pause and let me catch my breath. He’s a virtuoso of pussy eating, and he’s all fucking mine.

This man is my husband.

The pleasure builds, I feel myself rising, my body lifting off the bed, my hips thrusting upwards to meet Gage’s mouth. He adds in two fingers and, in time with his tongue, creates a motion against my g-spot that’s going to unravel me. My body is responding to his touch with a primal intensity that can’t be contained. His groans and the wet suctioning noises have me on the brink of orgasm and the pressure of his fingers inside me has the tears forming in my eyes.

“Ohhh,” I moan, the sounds rough and strangled as he doesn’t stop. “Gage… I’m gonna…” Tears fill my eyes as the orgasm crashes over me. I feel like I’m drowning, my body shattering into a thousand pieces. My release drips from between my thighs and the sheets beneath me become wet.

Even as I’m coming apart, Gage’s mouth remains on me. His lips, his tongue, and his fingers all work together to prolong the pleasure, to draw out the orgasm, and to make it last forever.

“God, that will never not be hot,” he pulls back, licking his lips. “Now I need to be inside you, Ale.”

Gage flips us to where he’s on his back and my pussy is on his cock, my thighs quake around him.

“This pussy is so needy. So fucking desperate to be filled with my cum. Your legs are shaking,Hermosa. It’s too bad I’m notgoing to move for you. Be a good little slut for me and ride me like you mean it. Because otherwise I’m not gonna let you come again.” His hand comes down on my ass cheek in a loud crack and I rise up and sink down onto his cock making him groan. I never in my life thought being called a slut would do anything for me except make me want to stab a man. But just now, when my husband said it, I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on.

I’ll gladly be his slut. His whore. Only for him.

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