The Christmas Fig
Page 4
“Show me?”
The buttons were now undone on her dress, and Edward pulled the garment almost roughly from her shoulders. Lifting her from the puddle of fabric at her feet, he took her into their bedroom, where he finished undressing her. Millicent lay quietly on the bed as her husband stripped off his clothes. He was such a handsome man. Unlike some married men who trended toward softness, Edward had remained lean and strong. She couldn’t help but admire the broadness of his shoulders, the narrowness of his hips. When he removed his pants, his cock sprang from the thatch of dark hair to bob with eagerness. A drop of clear fluid crowned the tip of the ruby head.
“Up on your hands and knees, wife,” he said, and Millicent felt her pussy throb with hunger as she complied with his dominant command. She let him position her on the edge of the bed and looked back to see him standing behind her. His hands were roaming her bottom now, rubbing, squeezing. A moan escaped her and then she cried out as he brought his hand down in a smack. The warmth of it lingered, but he was rubbing her again, and the pain melded with pleasure as Edward began a steady pattern of alternating spanks and rubs. When he slipped his finger into her pussy, she clamped down on him, her excitement evident as she thrust her rapidly reddening bottom against his hand. She could feel him running a finger lubricated with her own cream up to her bottom hole now, the tip circling it teasingly. The night of the punishment, she’d been resistant of such an invasion; now Millicent found herself relaxing, curious about how a wanted breach of her bottom would feel like.
When Edward thrust his cock into her while keeping his finger pressed against her tight little posy, she came hard, marveling at her excitement over this taboo.
“I want to stick my cock in your ass,” Edward said, leaning over, his mouth against her ear. “Would my sweet wife like that? To submit while I claim the virginity of her little bottom?”
She moaned both from his words and the ripples of her orgasm. Oh, yes, she would. She would like it very much, she thought. It was, after all, the most wanton thing she could imagine. She was being Edward’s bad, bad girl. And she loved it.
He pulled his cock out of her and pressed it against her bottom hole. For a moment Millicent felt a surge of fear. Would it hurt? Could she take it?
When Edward reached underneath her to squeeze and stroke her clit, Millicent realized that her desire to give him this gift was larger than any fear. She relaxed her bottom, concentrating on the motion of his hand. Edward pushed harder, and she gasped as the head of his cock breached the tight ring of muscles.
“Oh, my darling. I cannot wait to watch your pretty little ass take my cock,” he said, and she whimpered and wound her hand in the bedclothes as Edward sank slowly into her. The pain and pleasure were mingling again; Edward alternated stroking his wife’s clit with plunging his finger into her pussy as he continued to slowly fill her ass. Millicent had never felt more submissive—more womanly—than at that moment. Her husband was taking her ass. His groans made it clear that he was enjoying it as much as she was, and then he began to move. The fullness was different but not as painful as she’d feared, and the pleasure overrode any discomfort. She was surprised to feel herself once again ascending pleasure’s peak with Edward’s cock stroking the inner walls of her back passage. She could feel her arousal running down the insides of her thighs and cried out as she pushed back against his fingers and his cock. Edward was filling her, plundering her, having his way with her. She screamed her pleasure, her pussy pulsing on his fingers, the fullness in her bottom adding to the exquisite sensation. With a cry, he came soon after, the throbbing of his cock stretching her bottom hole rhythmically as he pumped his seed deep inside of her.
Edward stayed embedded in her until he grew soft enough to slip out. Then he lay on his side, pulling her down into the warm shelter of his embrace. Millicent savored the sensations, both the salacious and the sweet. Her pussy lips were still slick and swollen, and her husband’s seed oozed out between cheeks left deliciously sore by the spanking. Her nipples were still tight, and her skin felt flushed and warm. Edward’s arms were around her, holding her lovingly. His lips were in her hair, his breath soft against her neck as he whispered words of love.
And outside the snow drifted down in big flakes as darkness fell on what she decided was the sweetest Christmas Day Mrs. Millicent Hargrove had ever known.
Enjoy this book? Then you’ll love other titles by Ava Sinclair:
The Marshal’s Little Girl
Highlander’s Little Lass
The Doctor’s Little Ward
The Officer’s Little Rebel
Claiming Her Innocence
Her Highland Guardian
Staking Their Claim
His Wayward Woman
Lucy and the Doctors
Big, Beautiful Little
Daddy Issues
Her Bad Boy Daddy
Conquering the Queen
Alien’s Captive
Bride of the Trogarians
The Warrior’s Prize
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Becoming Lil’ Mandy
Training Lil’ Elise
Doctoring Lil’ Daisy
Correcting Lil’ Kate