Page 50 of Saved By the Headless Horseman
Color engulfs her cheeks as she reaches for her water glass and takes a small sip.After a moment, she rises in a swirl of pale, blue silk.Her eyes burn me alive.
“You seem eager for your gift, husband.Let me prepare it for you.”
Scarlett rounds our dining table, trailing her fingers along the polished wood.Leaning down, I inhale her rose perfume and nearly come in my pants at the feel of her lips at my ear.
“Join me in our chambers in five minutes.”
Her lips graze my cheek, and then she is gone, slipping through the oak doors with a high-pitched giggle.She loves to torment me, and I allow it.She’s going to get it rough tonight—hell, she always does.She loves the primal way I take her.I seek her out at all hours of the day to relieve this desire for her.I would worry I was overstepping if she didn’t take me with the same fervor.
I’ve been inside her in every room of this manor home we built atop the ruins of her former home.We christened it in love to wash away the stains of the past.Every hateful memory is wiped away.Those who came before us are not welcome here—not even as ghosts.
Finally, the wall on the clock shows five minutes have passed, and I hastily rise and leave the room.Portraits of Scarlett in various outfits and poses decorate the walls.There are some paintings of us together and of the house, but they are few and far between.This house is a testament to my devotion to her, and it is clear to all who enter who owns my heart.
Taking the steps two at a time, I rush down the carpeted hallway and burst into our bedroom.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of her.My seed threatens to spill without even a touch from her.Scarlett is a vision—too beautiful for words.Her eyes tell me she knows the effect she’s having on me, my wonderful, wicked wife.
Atop the satin sheets of our bed, she is surrounded by gauzy red fabric.It spreads out around her in a crimson cloud.The material is not thick enough to conceal her.I can see every lovely dip and curve of her body.Her hard nipples poke through the red, and I nearly fall to my knees.
“I thought you deserved to unwrap something today,” she purrs.
I nearly go out of my mind as I stumble towards her.She drifts up to me like an angel bestowing a dying man his final wish.
“You are my favorite thing.”
I quickly shuck off my boots, while her hands go to my overcoat.The silver buttons hit the wooden floor with a thunk.Scarlett’s warm palms slide up my sides under my undershirt, and I help her remove it.My pants go next, her breathing speeding up as my nakedness is revealed.
The proud length of my cock stands at attention.Milky seed beads at the tip and skim down the grooves along the side.Scarlett moans, and her thighs rub together.Crawling forward, she licks her lips before taking me in her hand.
Her tentative tongue snakes out to lick my seed from the tip.I groan, my head falling back on my shoulders.Scarlett licks me again while her fist pumps me roughly.My hands fall to her head as she sucks my length deep.Her tongue works me in and out of her hot mouth.The perfect tightness of her throat encourages my climax, but I withstand her torture.
I’ve come all over Scarlett throughout the years—marking every inch of her—but tonight I have the desire to spill inside her pussy.However, that doesn’t mean I won’t allow my wife to have her fun, especially when her teeth graze my shaft.
“Fuck,” I snarl, gripping her hair.“You’re too good at this.”
“Thank you, husband,” she murmurs demurely around my cock.
She works me extra quickly.Fisting me over and over until my teeth snap together.I can smell the delicious scent of her pussy.I’ll need my tongue in their soon.Scarlett releases me with a pop.My seed mixes with her saliva and paints her gorgeous lips.
“Do you want to come in my mouth?Or on my tits?”She bats her thick lashes at me.“You can put it anywhere, Krane.Wherever you want.”
“Fuck, you’re trying to kill me.”
Her eyes turn innocent.
“I’m just trying to be a good wife for my husband.I want him to reward me with his come.”
My vision blurs around the edges as she sucks me deep again.Her hand grazes my balls, and she gives me more teeth.My hips move of their own accord, fucking myself down her throat.Tears fall from her eyes as she chokes on my cock, sucking me harder.Her sloppy moans around my cock are nearly my undoing.Pleasure tingles along my spine, but I fight against it.
Releasing her hair, I pull out of her mouth and hook her under the arms.She gives a sound of protest, but I’m already wrestling with her covering.The fine fabric shreds in my hands.Her gasp is music to my ears.
“That was expensive,” she condemns.
“I’ll be you a hundred more.I need inside you.Now.”
She rolls her eyes, but slides her legs open wide.Her glistening pussy calls to me.With her mouth on me, I’m crazed with lust.I need her deep.Pulling her from the bed, her legs go around my waist.I pin her to the nearest wall and hook my hands under her ass.Her arms go around my neck, and she holds on for dear life.
I thrust into her roughly, the first pump of my hips unmakes me.Her pussy is so wet and tight.I don’t know how I’m going to last, but I will.Her breasts pillow between us, and I take her lips in a bruising kiss.She tastes of blackberry jam.Her moan is the only encouragement I need as I pull back and fuck her into the wall.
