Page 46 of Inferno
Closing his eyes, he moaned with ecstasy at the erotic sensations rampaging through his body. Cupping his heavy balls, Prissy licked and suckled him with deep, milking pulls that had his toes curling underwater.
When she pulled his cock halfway out of her mouth and sucked the plump head, heat ripped through his chest and shot out of his shaft, spurting down the back of Prissy’s throat. Shuddering and swearing gutturally, he watched as she swallowed his seed with a hunger that sent aftershocks of raw pleasure ripping through him.
Prissy held his gaze as his shaft pulsed rhythmically inside her mouth. Only when his erection had softened did she slowly release him, a sultry smile teasing her lips.
“I love the way you taste,” she whispered.
Stan groaned,sinking back into the water before his knees buckled under him. Prissy laughed softly as he pulled her back onto his lap and gave her a deep, lingering kiss.
“How is it possible,” she murmured against his mouth, “that we’ve been married fifteen years, have five kids andstillhave sex like there’s no tomorrow?”
Stan chuckled. “I don’t know,” he teased, sucking her lower lip, “but Idamnsure ain’t complaining. Are you?”
“Oh, no, far from it.A healthy sex life is averyimportant component of a successful marriage.”
“Umm-hmm,” Stan purred, reaching between her thighs, “I couldn’t agree more.”
“In fact—” Prissy broke off with a soft moan as he slipped his middle finger inside her warm, fleshy core.
“In fact?” he prompted, sensually stroking her.
She gave a low, husky laugh that tightened his groin. “I, um, lost my train of thought.”
“Mmm. Too bad.”Stan kissed her arched throat as he pushed a second finger into her, making her groan and writhe on his lap.
As his erection swelled against her shapely butt, she brought her lips to his ear and whispered, “I want you to take me from behind.”
She’d barely completed the throaty command before Stan lifted her from his lap, set her down on her knees and knelt behind her. Bracing her hands on the edge of the Jacuzzi, Prissy parted her legs and bent slightly forward as he rubbed his engorged penis along her cleft. The erotic friction made them both shudder deeply with arousal.
Prissy looked over her shoulder at Stan, their hungry gazes locking as he slowly entered her. As her tight, succulent walls gripped his shaft, he groaned thickly and squeezed his eyes shut, already on the verge of exploding.
Trying like hell to pace himself, he began moving inside her with deep, measured thrusts that made her moan with pleasure.
Opening his heavy-lidded eyes, he reached around her body to cup her swaying breasts, brushing his thumbs across her distended nipples. She shivered hard andgyratedher hips to the rhythm of his long, thick strokes.
Soon their guttural cries and moans pierced the night as they rocked together under the silvery moonlight, the steamy water lapping at their joined bodies. Stan watched Prissy’s face contort with ecstasy as he pumped in and out of her, his pelvis slapping against the lush roundness of her ass.
Heart thundering, sweat sheening his brow, he wound her hair around his fist and tugged her head back, then leaned down to bite the side of her neck.
Prissy cried out and shuddered against him.
When she retaliated by reaching between her legs and squeezing his swollen sac, he swore hoarsely as jolts of raw pleasure screamed down his spine.
Moments later they erupted violently together, gasping each other’s names as Stan shot his seed into her convulsing womb.
After ejaculating for what seemed like hours, he collapsed against her, clasping her trembling body to his as their ragged pants filled the air.
Minutes passed before Prissy whispered, “Do you think the kids heard us?”
Stan chuckled, nipping her shoulder. “Guess we’ll find out in the morning if they give us strange looks.”
Prissy let out a soft, breathy laugh. “You don’t know how hard it was for me to hold back my screams.”
“I wish you hadn’t,” Stan murmured, caressing the delectable swell of her butt. “You know I love to hear you scream.”
She grinned over her shoulder at him. “Thatdefinitely would have woken them up.”
He smiled, brushing his lips over hers. “Let’s go inside, sweetheart.”
“Mmm, yeah.I’m starting to pucker.”
Chuckling, Stan stood and climbed out of the Jacuzzi, then lifted Prissy out and set her down, enjoying the delicious slide of her wet, naked skin against his.
As they helped each other into their robes, Prissy smiled up at him. “Are you ready for bed?”
“Yeah”— Stan bent and swept her effortlessly into his arms —“but not for sleep.”
