Page 168 of The Reason I Married Him
“Take your shirt off. I want to see those gorgeous tits,” I growl out. And thank fuck, she does. “Jesus, fuck,” I say as I grip the sheets under me tightly.
“Oh fuck, that’s . . . Jesus.” I nearly feel my eyes roll to the back of my head as she presses it against the spot right behind my balls. “Shit, Aubree.”
My cock springs up, now resting on my stomach, twitching from the new pleasure that I didn’t fucking know existed.
And that’s where she keeps the vibrator, clearly happy with my reaction that she doesn’t stop. With her other hand, she takes the rest of my cock out of my briefs and then leans down and licks the tip.
“Fuck me,” I say as my hips lift. “Shit, I need, I need more, baby.”
“What do you want?” she asks.
“Whatever you’re willing to give me,” I answer.
Smiling, she removes the vibrator for a moment and lowers my briefs until they’re completely off. Then she brings the vibrator back to my balls and runs it along the sensitive seam a few times, then to that special spot again, and that’s where she keeps it.
“Don’t move. I want that staying there.”
“Trust me.” I gulp. “It will.”
Smiling, she then climbs on top of me, hovers over my lap, and I nearly blackout as she starts to lower down, but instead of posing my cock at her entrance like I thought she might, she lowers her pussy on top of my cock right over the ridge.
Warm, wet, and addicting. That’s all I can think as she starts to rub herself along my length, dry-humping but without the clothes between us.
Her hands fall to my chest as she takes a deep breath, her hips moving faster now.
“Jesus fuck, Aubree,” I say. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“You’re so huge,” she replies, her head falling back. “God, I’m going to get off again.”
“Let me hear it, Aubree,” I say as my teeth clench together. The feel of her smooth pussy gliding over me, combined with the vibrator, brings me to the fucking edge. “Shit,” I say as my balls tighten. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
Her fingers dig into the skin on my chest as she rides me faster, harder.
Her teeth fall over her bottom lip.
The muscles in her neck contract.
And the sexiest moan falls past her lips as she comes again on top of me.
“Yes, God . . . yes,” she cries as every one of my limbs goes numb, my body tightens, and I groan as my cock twitches and comes all over my stomach.
“Mother . . . fucker,” I say, loving how she continues to ride on me as I finish coming.
I grip her hips, and my dick jolts under her.
She flips her head back and lets her hair fall down her shoulders and back as she catches her breath.
She’s so gorgeous.
The slope of her neck, that head of hair I want to dive my fingers into. Those perfect tits. I want every inch of this woman.
I don’t want bits and pieces. I want more, so much more, and I know I can’t ask.
I can’t tell her, not when we have an agreement.
Not after last night and her cold detachment after we came.
She rolls off me and grabs the vibrator before turning it off. She lies flat on the bed, her arms spread as she looks up at the ceiling.
