Liam I stand, my whole body quivering, as my wife takes me into her gorgeous mouth. Lust
and love blend into an overwhelming cocktail of sensation that almost doesn’t feel real.
She’s never done anything like this. Not that she was passive in bed, but sex has been more
about her getting what she wants—a baby—and me getting to pleasure the hell out of her.
Now she’s touching me all over. And she has me in her hot, tight mouth. My balls ache, and
I struggle to hang on to control as she uses her wicked, wicked tongue on my dick. She
thought I wanted to stop her when I tightened my fingers in her hair —I did, but only a
little. Can’t decide if I want her to continue or stop and let me slide into her. Giving her a
baby isn’t just a legal stipulation between us. I want her to have it because that’s what she
wants. And her demanding a baby from me... That’s a way of saying I’m good enough to be
the father of her baby. And maybe that means I’ll be good enough for forever. I want to
have her in whatever way I can. But when she hollows her cheeks and moves her head and
her tongue strokes me and her eyes hold mine, my heart pounds like it’s about to jump out
of my chest. Still, I fight for control. She narrows her eyes, drawing me even de eper into
her throat. Oh God. She reaches down and cups my throbbing balls in her hand, then
strokes them gently with her fingernails. I spin out of control. Fuuuuck. My orgasm hits like
a meteor strike. My hands fist as I empty into her mouth, my whole body shuddering. She
goes still around my cock, swallowing every drop.
Finally she pulls off and looks up at me, her mouth curved into a smile like a cat that just
had an entire bowl of cream to herself. The sight hits me like a hammer, leaving me dazed. I
pick her up and kiss her hard. She tastes like herself and me—us. Pushing her skirt out of
the way, I slip my hand under the elastic of her panties and slide my fingers between her
legs. I have to know if she really enjoyed it—that the smile wasn’t just for show. I bite back
a groan when her hot juices drench my fingers. She shakes against my mouth. “Does
sucking my dick make you wet?” She rocks against my hand. “Did you like it? Tell me.” She
grips my wrist, pressing my fingers harder against her. “Yes.” Savage satisfaction erupts in
my heart. I plunge three fingers into her, feeling her muscles tighten around them. She
moves to the pace I set, looking like a wanton goddess with her legs spread, her skirt hiked
up, and my fingers under her panties. “Oh my God, Liam, please.” All the blood in my body
pours back into my cock, and it instantly stiffens again. I jerk her underwear down and
spread her knees wide. Her eyes flare. “You’re hard again—” I drive into her so she can see
just how hard. She screams at the brutal invasion, her back arching. I fuck her hard,
relishing the desperate sounds she makes as she chases her orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes,” she
chants, raking her fingers over my back. I go faster, hitting that sensitive spot just the way
she likes. Her slick, swollen muscles tighten as an orgasm builds inside her. She brings my
head down for a de ep kiss, plunging her tongue into my mouth, aggressive and demanding.
My head spins and my movements grow more frenzied. She arches and screams my name,
legs quivering, as she climaxes. Squeezing my eyes shut, I relish the spasming of her pussy
around me as I cum for the second time. When our breathing settles a little and she blinks
up at me, I place a kiss over her eyelids. She tightens around my shaft. “Happy thirtieth,
wife,” I say, raising a playful eyebrow, then roll my hips against her.
Her eyes widen as she feels me start to get hard again. “We’re not going for thirty...” I
laugh. “I don’t know. Let’s see how the night goes,” I say with a crooked grin before
claiming her mouth again.