Swirling her tongue around the head of his cock as her saliva easily coated his tender flesh, she suckled the underside and then licked and sucked her way down to his balls. Laving him with her tongue, Meghan did things that made him quiver and moan.
Sensing when she’d nearly driven him to snap, she backed off for a minute and let him catch his breath. With her hands holding his hips and his tangled in her hair, she licked him with tantalizing teases until his cock was where she wanted. Opening wide, she relaxed and enjoyed the slow, sweet, sexy slide of his hard, fat cock as it moved against her tongue, picking up thick saliva along the way.
There was no denying it. She fucking loved taking him like this. Forced to focus only on him, her pleasure increased when he unleashed the primal lust their coupling triggered.
Gentle to start, she gloried in his soft grunts and manly groans as he slowly fucked her mouth. Deep and shallow thrusts along her tongue turned Meghan into a moaning nymph. Each time he challenged her with a stroke so deep she gagged, he’d murmur, “Good girl,” and tug on her hair.
A flood of arousal drenched her insides and leaked from her body.
Yanked by her hair, she withdrew from his cock and looked up.
“Knees wider, slave. I want that pussy ready.”
She slid her knees further apart and groaned when hot, liquid desire pulsed inside her.
“Hands behind your back. Head up. Tits out.”
She responded and as she sat with her knees spread and hands clasped behind her, he manipulated the clamps, tugged on her nipples and sharpened the bite until she moaned her pleasure. When he flicked her poor nipples over and over, making the bells twinkle, she started to quiver with near unbridled lust.
Stroking his enormous cock, he leered at her obvious response. “Time to fuck your throat, slave.”
Her eyes were glazed over with fierce desire.
“Color,” he growled.
She wasn’t so far gone that she didn’t understand the command. Before he went any further he wanted to hear her consent.
“A beautiful emerald green, master.”
He liked her answer and smiled. “Open your mouth my beautiful fuck goddess and take your master’s pleasure.”
This was no game. Meghan thrilled at this new wrinkle in their roles. Near delirious with want, she moaned, tilted her head and opened her mouth wide, wagging her tongue at him in invitation.
Tightening the grip she had on her wrist as she held her hands firmly behind her back, she whimpered when both of his strong hands grabbed onto her head.
Slow was a thing of the past after his hard length slid across her tongue the first time. Moaning her pleasure to encourage his passions, her head swam with the sounds of the nipple clamp bells twinkling in rhythm with his thrusts and the low rumbling moans escaping her well used throat.
He pulled out and gathered her hair into a messy knot as a river of gooey spit rolled down her chin.
Dazed, she stared at him, open mouthed, begging for more.
“Color, slave,”
“Oh, master,” she whimpered. “A beautiful, sexy, green.”
There was no more talking after that. With a fistful of hair he moved her into position and sank his cock deep on the first thrust.
“Good girl,” he murmured in a voice heavy with satisfaction. Then he let loose and fucked her mouth with animalistic pleasure. She encouraged him every step of the way and groaned when he emptied into her mouth. Sucking wildly she drained him completely, slurping, moaning and grunting the whole time.
She was a dazed puddle of turned on goo when he picked her up off the floor with his hand between her legs and hoisted her to the edge of the bed.
“Knees up,” he grunted.
By habit she instantly obeyed, putting her feet on the edge of the mattress with both knees spread wide. He put both hands under her ass and pulled until she was teetering on the edge. “Put your hands under your knees.”
From that position she was completely exposed, her legs spread and pussy open.
She tried to watch but needed a pillow. He must have read her mind because suddenly he took a big firm pillow and shoved it beneath her shoulders.
“I want you to watch, slave.”
She trembled.
His answering smile was more lascivious leer than reassuring grin.
He pulled an ottoman up to the side of the bed and sat down with his face between her spread thighs. Her body did so many things when he stared at her pussy that she couldn’t take it all in.
He used one finger to tease her dripping slit.
“What’s this,” he sniggered. “Did you come without my permission, slave?”
“N-no,” she stammered with difficulty when he teased her opening again.
He began to play with the gooey nectar leaking from her body, spreading it up and down her slit.
“So all this is from having your throat fucked?”
“I love it,” she whimpered.
He sank a finger deep and moved it around.
“I can see that,” he drawled huskily.
Withdrawing his hands, he spread her lips wide and licked her exposed clit. She grasped her knees with feverish desperation and cried out.
He chuckled. “My slave likes having her pussy licked.”
She moaned.
“Keep those knees up. You do not have permission to come.”
What? She barely had time to process his words when his mouth closed in. Right away she began whimpering and quivering as his tongue and lips drove her to the brink.
Crying out, “Alex,” she desperately fought the sensations battering her control.
He immediately withdrew. “What did you say?”
“Master,” she murmured. “Please. May I come?”
“No.”
His hand moved to her pussy and fingered her without mercy as he loomed overtop of her and pulled on the nipple clamps.
She was almost unconscious with arousal. He pulled his fingers from her body and demanded she open her mouth. “Taste your sweet nectar, slave.”
After sucking for a minute he kissed her passionately and stepped back.
“You’ve pleased your master well, slave. I will reward your obedience with an orgasm.”
She whimpered involuntarily.
“Ah. I see you’re in agreement. Since you’ve been a good girl,” he said while patting her mound, “how would you like to come? On my tongue? My fingers? My cock?”
So many choices but only one would do. “Please. Your cock. Inside me.”
He stood and moved between her legs, stroking his mighty cock and playing with her open pussy.
The tip of his cock slid inside her eager opening. She was super sensitive there and moaned at the contact. He grabbed her tits and fondled without gentleness.
“Take your pleasure, slave.”
He gave one Herculean thrust and sank impossibly deep. Her nails dug into the soft skin where she gripped her knees and a deep, growling moan thundered from her chest. Squeezing her aching tits, he pulled out and slammed home again.
Her head lit up with a thousand glittering emerald green shards as his cock destroyed her pussy with a climax that stole her sanity.
“That’s right, slave. Cream your master’s cock. Show me how much you want to be fucked.”
Meghan moaned and thrashed as pleasure so great her senses exploded ripped through her body. She felt a flood of wet, knew she was drenching the bed, and groaned at the sexy thought.
When the orgasm subsided and her body began to calm, he leaned over her and chuckled before kissing her soundly.
“You come so sweetly, slave. Your hot pussy massages my cock and when you gush? Yeah. Your master really likes that.”
He ground his hips against hers in wide circles that startled her pussy.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to the edge. “Here,” he growled, as his hands moved to the crook of her knees. “Rest your hands.”
She was grateful for the break a
nd let her hands fall to her sides.
He made that wide circular move again and she closed her eyes as fresh ecstasy built inside her.
“Open your eyes.” He sounded gruff and demanding. “Color, slave.”
“I, uh, oh.”
A fierce pulse of pleasure tore through her.
He pulled out and slammed home.
“Color.”
“Green” she grunted. Her hands fisted in the linens and a rough howl escaped her mouth.
He fucked without pause, thundering into her over and over.
“Put those hands to use, slave. Touch your clit while my cock enjoys your luscious cunt.”
She shivered at his careful use of the dirty word. He pushed on her knees and opened her wider, thrusting slowly as she obeyed his command.
“That’s it, baby. Nice and slow. Rub that sweet nub so I can concentrate on destroying your cunt with my cock.”
Meghan whimpered. Sometimes she loved it dirty.
With each forceful thrust, her tits swayed and the bells chimed. She circled her wet clit and felt her body tense. He stroked again. And again. Her clit swelled and she started to lose her way.
“Master,” she grunted.
He let go of her knees, sank deep and held her in place by the power of his grinding hips.
Diving onto her exposed neck, Alex bit her hard. She gasped. He bit her again, even harder. She moaned and shook head to toe.
His hands on the bed next to her, he held himself in position and fucked her wildly.
She lost her grip on reality when he tortured her nipples while never stopping the hard pounding. After pinching each nipple until she cried out, he pulled a clamp off as she quivered with response, suckling each sore nub into his mouth.
She let loose with a veritable flood of hot sticky pleasure. He laughed. “I think my slave likes being fucked by her master.”
An orgasm broke over her before the words left his mouth. She jerked uncontrollably as the frenzied pleasure stripped her nerves raw. A harsh sound, her grunting, filled the air.
He didn’t move while she was in the throes of her pleasure and then… well, and then he got serious and fucked her to within a hair’s width of consciousness.
She watched him when he came inside her, rearing up and back like a fierce beast gripped by insatiable lust as he hammered his cock into her wet depths. Meghan couldn’t help but moan when she felt his cock swell and pulse.
Collapsing on top of her as he stood between her quivering thighs, she surrendered to the aftermath of their incendiary lovemaking and drifted on the wings of a powerful sex high.
The next thing she was aware of was Alex gently cleaning her up as she lay back on the bed. That washcloth sure had seen a lot of skin this morning, she thought.
When she felt her husband’s big, warm body curl around hers and snuggled into the blanket he covered them with, she sighed contentedly.
“I think this calls for a little nap,” he teased. Dropping a soft kiss on her shoulder he held her tight and whispered, “Thank you, wife.”
She smiled and wiggled her ass against his groin. As far as playtime went, she was more than happy to pencil in master and slave right near the top.
25
He had a meeting at eleven over in the business center. Nothing crucial but there were a couple of decisions he should make beforehand. Luckily for him, for all of them actually, Betty had the business skills of a Fortune 500 executive. What he and Calder did with shit and technology, she did before breakfast, with numbers and logistics and long range planning.
Fuck, most days he was barely able to dress himself but his business manager? She ran the new Justice office complex with a hot beverage in her hand, an iWatch on her wrist and a phone stashed somewhere on her person and did it all without a hair being out of place.
Betty was a perfect example of what Meghan called the Smart-Woman archetype. She didn’t suffer fools, had survived a sometimes-hostile male-dominated environment and manipulated everyone into doing things her way—thank you very much.
And a good thing too because at the present time Alex was far more interested in the sexy nymph writhing under the covers who was pressing soft kisses on his chest than on going into the office. Betty could figure it the fuck out if she had to.
Revived following a quick nap, he relaxed against the pillow beneath his head and let out a contented sigh. Lying still, he enjoyed the sensation of his wife crawling all over his body. Reaching for her ass, he palmed the soft skin and massaged a hearty handful. Her hands explored his chest while she nibbled and bit him, side-to-side, as her mouth followed her hands.
All of a sudden the covers were thrown back and she sat up straight. Half a second later his naked wife leapt off the bed like an Olympic gymnast and dashed into the en suite.
It took him a good minute to get up to speed and another few moments after that when he stood up while he waited for his damaged leg to wake up. Following her into the bathroom Alex winced when the unmistakable sound of her retching bounced off the tiles and filled the air. Shit.
He made it to her side just as she backed away from the toilet and slid from her knees to the floor. Her instantaneous jolt of reaction reminded him her bare ass was sitting on a cold tile floor.
“Honey. Are you okay?” he asked gently.
She looked dreadful and unless he was mistaken, her lip was quivering and a sheen in her eyes signaled the start of tears.
“No,” she bit out.
Whoa. This was a new tone. Nothing like the snotty teacher voice that turned him on. This one had the effect of ice water on his balls.
“I am not okay. I’m pregnant.”
There must be some secret switch expectant fathers had that he automatically threw without thinking. One that saved him from the snickering smirk he fought to control so she didn’t have cause to rip his face off.
Hello baby hormones.
Helping her from the floor he handled her with tenderness, murmuring quietly about his love and how he’d take care of her. She was silently compliant as he led her into the shower and sat her on the tile bench while he quickly washed up. Then he did the honors, soaping her up and rinsing off the suds before washing her magnificent mane of hair.
She settled down but he didn’t like the circles evident beneath her eyes or the pinched look to her lips. They’d been floating along on an aren’t-we-blessed high that appeared to be deflating right before his eyes.
Kissing her lightly, he rinsed off and left her to take care of business while he dried off and grabbed her robe.
What was his best move in this new situation? Should he worry? It was just some morning sickness, right? The doctor. Should he call Doctor Sterner and ask if this was normal? Did a multiple pregnancy change things?
Shit. He hated not having all the answers.
The shower turned off and he returned to find her drip-drying as she stood on a plush bath mat. The miserable expression on her face did not please him at all.
Wrapping a big bath sheet around her, she secured it in the front as he towel-dried her hair. Kneeling at her feet, Alex wiped the water off her skin and once he was satisfied, slid her bathrobe on and tossed all the damp towels into the hamper.
With an arm around her shoulders, he led her into the large dressing room they shared. “Would you like a glass of water?”
He watched her walk around the dressing room. She shook her head no but indicated some tea might be nice. Her actions seemed a bit auto-pilotish as she picked a pair of sensible-looking pink panties and a sexy half-bra that in no way was everyday wear.
Without drawing attention to what he was doing, Alex followed behind her, grabbed a bra in the same color family as the panties and switched it out with the one she’d grabbed when she lay everything down to choose a shirt.
He did the same thing with her choice of clothes and prayed that with his complete lack of fashion sense he hadn’t just dressed her like a Smurf or something.
It
struck him as all kinds of cute and funny when she unbelted the robe, rubbed the towel across her head one last time and then let her damp hair fall about her shoulders. She eyed a hair clip on her vanity but unless she was mentally using a summoning spell, that sucker wasn’t going to end up in her hand if she just stood there.
Plucking the big clip off the table he went to her and half-chuckled. “Here, baby. Let me help you.”
Her grateful sigh was adorable. So was the way she stood limply as he gathered all her hair into a knot and secured it with the clip. Slipping the robe off, he stood behind her and kissed her shoulder. When he looked up at their reflection in an antique cheval mirror next to the vanity, he stopped and stared.
She was staring too.
Alex moved closer and wrapped his hands from behind to place them on her belly. She put her hands atop his.
He looked at her breasts. Already a beautiful handful, now they were fuller and her nipples more prominent. Hips seductively round and fleshy leaned against him.
He sensed something in her expression and sought to ease her mind. “I love you Meghan Marquez and don’t care if you puke in my lap.”
A small lip curl and a sigh followed. “I didn’t have any warning. It came out of nowhere.”
He picked up the pink panties and helped her into them. In a dry, matter-of-fact voice, he tried to make her laugh.
“I really didn’t want to involve Tweedle Dick and Twaddle Fuck but I might have to ask those two shit heads what the deal is with the morning sickness.”
“Tweedle twaddle,” she giggled. “Do you think you’ll ever run out of names to call them?”
The bra came next. A visual treat he made no bones about indulging in as he watched her do that shimmy and shake thing that went along with getting the girls situated just so in the cups. He could seriously watch her do that the whole damn day.
“I’m going to get fat,” she pouted. “Even fatter than I am now.”
What the fuck happened to her happy giggle of ten seconds ago?
Okay. He knew this drill. They’d sparred on this subject from day one. She wasn’t fat no matter how hard she tried to bait him with the stupid word. They were both big people. It was in their DNA and it would probably be the same for their kids. Nothing wrong with coming from hearty stock. And he didn’t give an orbiting fart that his wife didn’t squeeze into the skinny super cover girl model that the pop culture obsessed media pushed.
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