Page 222 of The Reason I Married Him
Desire to have that mouth all over my length.
Desire to bring my cock to the back of her throat.
Desire to fuck her right here on the chair.
She sits back for a second to take off her sweatshirt, leaving her naked in front of me. My eyes immediately fall to her chest, where her nipples are hard. She’s already turned on. I fucking love that about her. That going down on me will make her just as hot as me. She returns to my cock, where she grips the base and starts pumping while she sucks on the head with a force I don’t think I was fucking ready for.
“Christ,” I groan, my head falling back on the chair cushion. “So good—” She brings me back to her throat, sucking me all the way in, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Fucking hell,” I whisper.
She pulls away, pumps me a few times, and then dips her mouth over my length again, to the point that she gags, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever experienced. Fuck, I’m obsessed with that.
“Again,” I say, helping her with her hair as it tries to get in her way.
She takes me to the back of her throat again, this time holding it for a few seconds. She swallows, gags, and pulls away.
“Fuck,” I drag out. “Baby, that’s so fucking good. Again.”
She pumps my length, her thumbs working up and down a thick vein on the underside of my dick before she swirls her tongue over the head again and then brings me all the way to the back of her throat, gagging for a third time, and that’s all I fucking need.
I pull her head away and stand from the chair. I pull her up off the floor and bend her over the arm of the chair, moving in behind her.
“I’m going to come quickly,” I say as I kick her feet wide and spread her. I move my hand between her legs and find her wet pussy ready for me. “I fucking love how turned on you are. Such a good girl.”
I position my cock at her entrance and thrust into her, bottoming out in one solid pulse.
“Oh my God,” she yells, her back arching.
I lean over her, my chest to her back as I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her slightly back so she can hear the way she turns me on, my lips so close to her ear.
“This pussy has a chokehold on me,” I whisper as my thumb runs up the column of her neck. “You make me so goddamn hard.”
I start to pump into her, loving how she clenches around me with every thrust, knowing what I need. So I reach around to her front and grip her breast in my hand, rolling her nipple between my fingers.
“And these tits, Aubree. Fuck, they’re so hot.”
I thrust hard and pinch her nipple, causing her to let out a large moan.
“That’s it, baby. I want to hear you.”
I roll her nipple, making her squirm beneath me as I continue to pump into her, my own orgasm building.
“Ma-massage my . . . clit,” she says, breathless.
I bring my other hand between her legs, find her soaking center, and start circling two fingers over the sensitive nub. Around and around, and with every circle, her inner walls spasm against my cock.
“Right there. Yes, Wyatt. Don’t stop.”
Needing to brace myself because I feel my orgasm on the very edge, I release her breast and grip her hip as I start to feverishly pound into her. My legs slap hers, my grunts become erratic, and my fingers work overtime on her clit.
“Yes, yes, Wyatt. Oh God . . . oh fuck . . .” Her body tenses.
Her breath goes still.
On a long yet loud moan, she comes on my cock, squeezing it so tight with her spasms that I pump two more times, then still as my balls tighten and I spill into her.
“Motherfucker,” I cry out as I nearly black out from the pure pleasure striking through me.
Rolling.
