by Kati Wilde
Eyes wide, she tries to shake her head, then flicks out her tongue to tease my thumb. “What about this, instead?”
Her lips close around the tip and she begins to suck. Oh, fuck. It feels so damn good. Better than any thumb has a right to feel.
“That’s good practice, baby. But it’s not enough.” Roughly I drag my waistband down, freeing the pulsating rod of my cock. “On your knees, Audrey.”
Her breath shudders. She sinks down in front of me and hungrily stares at my erection.
The sight of her kneeling there already has me on the edge of coming. “You went down real easy, baby. I guess you really do want it.”
“I don’t want it. Please don’t make me do this,” she pleads, her gaze enraptured as I stroke the meaty length in my fist, as beads of pre-cum slide down the smooth head. “It’s too big for me to take it all in my mouth.”
There’s no lie in that. “Yet you sure are looking at this cock like you’re starving for it. Or maybe you think that if you make me come, I won’t have anything left in me to fuck you with.”
For an instant she hesitates, glancing up at me. Not certain if me coming now will end this.
I give her a mean smile. “You won’t get so lucky, baby. I’ll be hard again in minutes. But I’d love for you to try.” If she does make me come, it’ll take off the edge enough that I can punish her with my cock for as long as she needs. “I know you’re hungry for it. Aren’t you?”
Mouth pressed tight, she offers me another withering glare.
I laugh. “Maybe your icy stare frightens away other men, but that look just makes my dick even harder. Now open up.” My hand wrapped around the base of my cock, I tap the sticky tip against her mouth in a vulgar little kiss. “Suck me dry, and maybe it’ll save you from having to take this big cock into your cunt, where I’ll do so many goddamn filthy things to you with it.”
“I don’t want your cock in my pussy or in my mouth! But I suppose…if this might save me…” Tentatively she extends her tongue, watching me with a ravenous gaze as her breath whispers over the wet tip of my cock, followed by a slow, hesitant lick.
“That’s right, baby.” It’s low and hoarse. “That feels real good. But if you want me to come, you better start sucking instead of licking.”
With a moan, she takes the head into the wet heaven of her mouth and begins working that thick knob, bobbing her head. Teeth gritted against the urge to thrust, I watch her hungrily devour my cock. The fat tip fills her mouth up, stretching her lips, but I know she can take a few inches of my shaft before she starts choking. She did last night.
“Take me deeper,” I demand roughly. “Or do I have to force you to take it?”
She breaks away, gasping, “Please don’t.”
Ruthlessly, I grab that messy bun again. She whimpers as I shove my swollen erection past her parted lips, her tongue massaging the underside of my shaft as I push deeper, stopping when I know I’ve hit her limit. My eyes damn near roll back in my head when she starts moaning and sucking, her slender hands coming up to stroke what she can’t get into her mouth, and there’s not a goddamn thing here that’s pretend. Audrey’s doing everything she can to make me come, as if it’s a personal challenge now—and my wife likes to win.
She’s going to. A tortured groan reverberates through my chest when I can focus again, because she’s looking straight into my eyes, watching everything she’s doing to me. And the sounds she’s making, holy hell. Moaning thirstily, then gasping and gulping for breath before slurping her way down my cock again. She’s a fuckable fantasy come to life, kneeling before me with her plush lips wrapped around my dick and her gorgeous hair a disheveled wreck from me pulling on it this way and that. The torn white shirt hangs off her right shoulder, exposing her breasts, which gently bounce in rhythm to the movement of her head.
“Look at your nipples, baby,” I rasp out, barely hanging on to this role I’m supposed to be playing. Barely hanging on to anything. Not control, not sanity. Nothing except her hair. “They’re even stiffer and redder than when I was sucking on them. I bet your pussy’s just aching for me to fuck it. Because no matter what you claim, you love this.”
Even as her sultry moan hums along my shaft, she gives me that withering stare again. And it’s too fucking much. Her hot mouth around my cock, ice shooting from her beautiful eyes.
My fingers convulsively clench in her hair and I hold her in place for the cum barreling down my pulsing length and spilling onto her tongue. Then her throat starts working as she swallows, each undulation of her tongue pulling me deeper, drawing out my orgasm. I’m lightheaded when it ends, as if I emptied more than my seed into her mouth. As if my whole goddamn soul went with it.
“Fuck.” I stagger back a step, so drained that for a second I wonder whether my erection really will have trouble recovering. Then I get a look at the way Audrey’s triumphantly licking her lips as she elegantly rises to her feet, and my cock starts twitching to life again. It’ll need a couple of minutes. But I’ll keep good and busy until then.
Especially after she tosses at me, “You got what you wanted! Please don’t ever touch me again.”
I pitch my voice dangerously low. “You still don’t want me to touch you? Still won’t admit how hot your pussy gets?”
“No,” she says, raising her chin haughtily. “Because it doesn’t. Now excuse me while I go and wash the taste of you out of my mouth.”
Christ, she’s so damn adorable, pretending to flounce away on a path that takes her right past me. But her eyes are bright and sparkling, and delighted laughter fills her scream when I snag my left arm around her waist and drag her full-length against me. Her soft breasts flatten against my chest before she pushes against my shoulders, leveraging her upper body backward but getting nowhere thanks to the iron grip I have on her waist.
Her body goes utterly still the instant she feels the fingers of my right hand trailing up her thigh. “Oh no,” she gasps and widens her stance eagerly, offering easy access. “Please don’t touch my pussy! I’m so soft and delicate there. And your hands are so rough and dirty!”
“I’ll do as I damn well please. So you better not close your legs and try to keep me out.”
“I better not…? Oh.” Her thighs snap together and she crows, “You’re too late!”
Her face is flushed with lust and laughter, and she looks so pleased with herself. God, this woman. I want to give her everything.
But especially give her what she wants. Gruffly I tell her, “You think I don’t know why you’re keeping me out? Because your pussy will expose what a liar you are. It’s soaked, isn’t it?”
“No,” she moans, moving restlessly as my fingers continue toward the tight V of her clenched thighs.
“Then I suppose it won’t matter if I rub your little clit, either? Does it feel good when I touch you like this?”
With the blunt pad of my middle finger, I tease the slick nub at the apex of her sex. Her breath stutters, her lips parting, her eyelids fluttering.
“Does it feel good, baby?”
“Stop it,” she whispers helplessly and I circle her clit faster and harder, her hands clenching on my arms. “I don’t like it.”
“Your pussy likes it. You’ve got it closed up tight but my finger’s already wetter than when I started. Should I try to get in deeper and see how drenched it is?”
“No.” It comes out as a thin, needy cry. “Don’t.”
I do. And holy fuck, she’s so goddamn hot and wet as I work my thick finger farther into her slit and press into her narrow channel. She’s moaning no please no the whole time, her head rolling from side to side, her thigh muscles letting up on the pressure locking her legs together and her hips lifting as if to push me in deeper.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I growl as her inner walls clamp down on my invading finger. “Do you still have a cherry in here, baby? Did I marry a virgin?”
Eyes glazed with pleasure, she shakes her head.
“So you
let someone else touch this delicate pussy? Maybe some rich businessman with soft hands?”
Those icy eyes clear and she snaps, “No!”
That was a real no. She doesn’t like me going in that direction.
I don’t like it much, either. “Someone like me, then? A mechanic with dirty, callused hands and a big cock? Did you let him break in your virgin cunt and pump a load of cum inside you?”
“Yes,” she says breathily, softening again. “Because I love him. He’s so sweet and wonderful to me.”
That sweet and wonderful bastard has two thick fingers screwing into her pussy, his thumb is rubbing her hot little clit, and he’s fucking dying for a taste of both. Snarling, I tell her, “You can forget about that asshole. You’ve got me for a husband now, and it’s my cock you crave. I’m the only one you want.”
“No,” she cries out softly, her hips starting to twitch erratically.
“You’re lying to me,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “And if you lie to me, I’ll have to punish you for it. Do you know what happens to good little rich girls who lie? They get a rough, nasty fuck.”
Her cunt constricts around my fingers. “Oh my god. No, please.”
So wet. So hot. “You’re going to come, aren’t you? You say you don’t want my touch but you’re about to come all over my hand.”
She shakes her head wildly, moaning, “No, no, no. Stop making me come, stop making me come—”
Then looks completely bewildered when I do. With confusion in her eyes she stares up at me, biting her lip against the desperate frustration still twisting through her hips, a frantic whine sounding low in her throat.
I suck her juices off my fingers, hungry for a deeper taste, but this is already a little mean. She’s right on the edge, hurting. She loves my mouth, but giving her anything except the hard fuck I just promised would be cruel.
Loosening my hold on her, I stroke my erection with the wetness still coating my palm. “After all that lying, you think I’ll let you come on anything but my cock? And you better not try to get away, baby, or your punishment will be a lot worse when I catch you.”
It takes a second for my meaning to sink in, and another second before she’s got her legs steady enough to make a break for it. Then she shoves at me, and this time I let her push me back a step. Free of my grip, she races toward the Christmas tree, jumping on top of an oversized leather ottoman as she goes—just like she jumped on her bed one time, I remember. Claiming the high ground. Turning, she checks to see how close I am. Indecision wars on her beautiful face for an instant. Because my Audrey loves to win. But she also wants to be caught. And I’m real damn curious about how long she’ll try to evade me.
Only about two seconds. Because as I approach the ottoman, she leaps off in the other direction, speeds around a couch, then abruptly flings herself facedown over the cushioned arm, her butt in the air and her fuzzy socks flailing.
“Oh no!” she wails. “I tripped! Now you’ll catch me and punish me!”
And she fucking kills me. In every way, she kills me. I’ve never seen anything so damn adorable or funny or sweet, and I might have fallen to the floor laughing if that long shirt hadn’t also slid up over her ass, and if her awkward position wasn’t teasing me with a glimpse of wet, pink pussy. So instead of laughing, instead of falling, my aching cock drags me into place behind her. She’s hanging over the couch’s arm with her elbows braced on a seat cushion, her blonde hair falling out of her bun in a wild, curling tangle. Her ass is positioned perfectly, tilted up at just the right angle for a hard fuck into her cunt, and her feet don’t touch the floor. Which means she won’t be able to get any leverage once I’ve put weight on her.
Her quivering body goes utterly still as I press the thick head of my cock to her small opening. “Oh please no,” she whispers, her voice full of need. “I don’t want you to—”
Fill her. So deep. She cries out as one powerful thrust takes me home. And that’s where I stay for an endless moment, wrapped in a paradise of snug, wet heat. Fuck. Teeth gritted, I grind into her before drawing back, her slick inner walls clutching tight and trying to suck me in.
“Oh my god,” Audrey gasps. She’s come up on her hands, holding herself up straight-armed and with her spine bowed in a deep arch. “Please don’t do that again.”
“I intend to do it a thousand fucking times.” I give her a shallow thrust before pulling almost all the way out, then take her hips in a firm hold. “Don’t struggle.”
Immediately she begins to wriggle her ass, fighting my grip, and a groan rips from my chest as all that motion works her swollen channel up and down my shaft. I shove in to the hilt, and she falls forward with a little scream, then buries her moan in the cushion.
I grind into her again, deep and slow. “Christ, you’re so fucking wet. You love my big cock stretching your hot little pussy, don’t you?”
“I don’t love it,” is her muffled cry. “I don’t.”
“There you go lying again. So you know what happens now, baby?” I tell her hoarsely. “I’m going to fuck your pussy raw.”
Her cunt clamps down on my cock so fucking hard that stars burst behind my eyes. Suddenly she goes wild, coming up on her hands again, fighting against my grip, begging, “No, no, no please please don’t fuck me like you want me more than anything.”
Like I want her more than anything. And I remember the hopeful way she said this before. Fucking her pussy raw. But it was never about the fucking. It was about someone wanting her. The ice queen who isn’t icy at all, but who simply doesn’t show emotion in a typical way. This fantasy isn’t about her pretending to be cold and not wanting me, then being fucked as punishment. It’s about someone seeing through the ice to the flame within, about someone wanting that inner flame so desperately that they’d do anything to have her.
Just like I would.
It’s with only a bare thread of control left that I curl my fingers around the front of her throat and bend over to growl into her ear, “I do want you that much, Audrey Motherfuckin’ Clarke. More than any other goddamn thing in the world. You understand?”
Her breath coming in sobbing pants, she nods. “Yes, Caleb. Please.”
“Anything you need, baby.” A rough lick of my tongue up the side of her neck makes her shiver uncontrollably, then I release her. She falls forward onto the cushion again while I dig my fingers into her hips and unleash the beast that’s been clawing me up from the second I met her. Rabid lust that sinks its teeth deeper into me with every savage thrust. Her pussy seizes up on the fourth stroke, her scream muffled by the cushion, her sock-covered heels drumming my lower back. Every time before, I stopped and held myself deep inside her while she orgasmed, savored the convulsions of her sweet flesh over every inch of my cock, but now I fuck my way through her clenching sheath with bone-rattling jerks of my hips.
I need to feel her come again. Ruthlessly I grip her quivering thigh and push her left leg forward, with her knee pressed against the back of the couch and giving me a better angle to ram deep, the thick curve of my erection powering over the spot in the front wall of her cunt that gets her off every damn time. Audrey cries out, her hips hitching up and down, her pussy nearly strangling my shaft. Grunting, I fuck her harder.
Blistering heat roils the length of my spine, sparks firing at the base of my cock as the wet sounds of our fucking and the unadulterated pleasure of her moans echo through the room. There are words mixed in, gasps of love you and please and like that oh god just like that. Then her head jerks forward, her back arches and she comes all at once, a liquid rush of clenching heat that threatens to drag me along into oblivion.
But I’m not done. My arm beneath her waist, I haul her up and swing her over toward the oversized ottoman. Her body hangs like a rag doll’s, head lolling, her pussy still holding my cock in its voluptuous grip. She moans a little protest as I pull out and lay her back on the smooth leather, but the orgasm wiped her out and she doesn’t have much protest left.
Not much of anything left, but I want so goddamn much from her.
She moans as my mouth closes over her clit. Because she’s not coming again just on my cock, I damn well know that. But I’m not fucking her raw unless she’s along for the ride with me.
And she’s so sensitive, so hot, it barely takes any time to get her going again. Barely any time before I’m shoving her knees up to her shoulders and thrusting deep, her pussy soft and slick, clutching my thick length in its hot, greedy grip.
She pushes her fingers into my hair and pulls me down for a kiss, a tangle of breath and tongues and teeth that becomes impossible to keep as I begin to thrust. But she holds me close and I tell her every filthy thought I’ve ever had about her, spill in words every drop of cum that my fist ever produced while I was imagining her face, her pussy, her lips, her sweetness, her kiss. I confess every dirty thing I want to do to her now and in the future, every reverent thing, hard and slow and fast and easy, all of it so damn perfect because I want her so bad and because she’ll be with me.
And this time when the orgasm rolls through her, lifting her body beneath mine with her head tilted back on a silent scream, I go over with her, pumping into her clenching depths until there’s nothing left.
Nothing except for another kiss, and the years that stretch ahead of us. I claim her lips a final time, a slow and sweet taste of my beautiful wife, before pulling away. We’re a sweaty tangle of legs and arms, with the remains of her shirt still buttoned around her waist. Her head is at the edge of the ottoman, her ass at the opposite edge, a puddle of cum and juices beneath her—and we aren’t where we started out. The ottoman was sitting in the center of the living room but I fucked it across the floor, and we’re parked now in front of the Christmas tree.
Probably for the best, since Audrey is blissed out and boneless. As often as I’ll be fucking her, I’ll need to add more naps to the schedule.