Page 66 of Blackbeard
“Good girl,” I murmured, leaning forward to kiss her hip. “We’re not done yet though.”
She blew out a shaky breath.
“Can’t,” she wheezed.
“Yes, you can,” I crooned. “I promised I’d make you squirt, didn’t I?”
“Jesus Christ,” Leigh exhaled.
Her fingers clutched at the headboard until her knuckles turned white, and the muscles in her arms flexed with the strength of her grip. The cuffs rattled when she squirmed.
I circled her clit with the vibrator, making her thighs flinch in an attempt to close against the overstimulation.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I said. “One more. Then I’ll give you my cock, and you can come on that, too.”
Leigh squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head from side to side. She was beyond coherent words now, panting hard, a jumble of needy noises spilling from her lips.
Tossing the vibrator aside, I pressed my palm against her lower belly as I curled upward, hammering her G-spot as hard as I could.
Leigh sucked in a giant gulp of air, and for a split second, it seemed as if time stood still. Her body locked up, every muscle pulled tight as a bowstring, poised for release. She hovered on the brink of orgasm—sweating, flushed, and absolutely breathtaking.
Then she tipped over the edge, crashing into euphoria. Toes curling, eyes rolling back in her head, completely drenching my palm with a gush.
And not a moment too soon. If I had to wait any longer, I felt like the zipper of my fly would be imprinted on my cock and I’d be coming in my pants.
“That’s it,” I said, caressing her thighs, her hips. Stroking her gorgeous tits while she trembled. “That’s my good fucking wife.”
I unlocked the cuffs and freed Leigh’s wrists, lowering her arms. Her eyes were hazy and unfocused, her limbs limp with pleasure. But she had enough strength to skim her fingertips over the straining bulge at my groin.
“I know, I know,” I said, unbuckling my belt. “You’ll get what you want, princess. You earned it.”
Stripping off my boots, pants, and boxers, I coaxed Leigh over onto her stomach. She was so malleable like this, her usual sassy quips rendered to nothing more than mumbles and moans when I ran my palm down the exquisite slope of her spine, caressing the curve of her ass.
Grasping her hips, I tugged that perfect ass up into the air. Leigh buried her face in the pillow, hugging it close.
Propped up with one elbow on the mattress, I swiped my cock up and down her slit, coating the blunt head in her cream.
“Oh,God,” Leigh gasped, muffled into her pillow.
I slotted an arm between her body and the mattress, hooked around her waist. Easing my weight down on top of her at first, to make sure she didn’t suffocate beneath me.
Anchoring my hand at Leigh’s hip, I punched my cock deep, balls mercilessly hitting her puffy clit with a jolt. Surrounded by the searing velvet of her pussy, her pliant body pinned beneath me, seemed to switch my brain off.
Wife,I thought, with every thrust, harder than the one before.Mine. Wife. Mine.
I pinched the skin between her shoulder blades with my teeth. Tasting her. Marking her. Every stroke pulled a wrecked little sound from Leigh as she curled her fingers into the sheets. When she tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck, I buried my face there—sucking at her pulse, smoothing my tongue over the hickey I left behind.
I was doomed after this. The point of no return. There would be no keeping Leigh at arm’s length anymore. From here on out, I would want her wrapped around my cock at every opportunity.
Sitting back, I straddled her, watching the grip of her pink pussy lips swallowing my cock, again and again. My balls contracted, impending orgasm spooling low and tight through my muscles.
Some primal urge led me to cover Leigh’s body with my own. Eyes closed, nuzzling into her hair with a kiss. Burying my cock to the hilt, I circled my hips, grinding and throbbing.
Leigh lifted her head, arching her neck and keening like a cat in heat.
“Fuck,yes, yes, yes—”
Threading my fingers into her hair, I tangled her locks around my fingers andpulled, plunging my cock deep—once, twice—at the same time. She shattered and I exploded, frantically pumping my hips through our combined orgasms for a sloppy, sticky mess.
