Moaning, she arched her back and bit her arm when he pushed the smooth balls deep. When nothing but the pull string remained, he chuckled wickedly and then cupped her possessively.
“Give a little squeeze, baby.”
She had to exhale and concentrate or else go wild when her inner muscles gripped the balls as tightly as her position would allow.
His satisfied grunt was music to her ears. “Very nice,” he growled with praise while patting her mound. “You may stand now.”
It took her a minute to find some composure—enough for her to have some sort of control over her movements. When she straightened and turned to her husband, Meghan was deliciously aware of the sexy balls making her body thrum with awareness.
She heard the lusty impatience in her husband’s voice when he ordered her inside. Swinging her hips in a seductive roll, she marched ahead of him and waited in the center of the room while he closed the terrace doors.
He’d lit a single candle in a large holder of frosted amber glass that gave the darkened room a beautiful ambience. Her lips curled with a smile. Ambience was important for a hard fucking, and her man was a stickler for details.
When he walked toward her with his incredible cock leading the way, her breath caught in her throat at how dangerously beautiful he looked in the muted light.
He wasted no time falling on her with energetic abandon. His mouth ravaged her breasts and made her aching nipples throb when they peaked. The trail of animalistic bites he used to subdue her sent Meghan into a freefalling endorphin high.
She was losing her way when his husky laugh cut through the carnal fog.
“How are those balls? Hmm?”
His hand slid between her thighs and teased her pussy with barely there touches until she writhed in his arms and begged for release even though she knew that wasn’t going to happen.
Not just yet.
When she swayed and clutched at him for support, he laughed again. Only this time, it had a sinister sound.
Grabbing her wrist, not her hand—a signal that he was in charge—she shook her head trying to get some focus and ended up nearly stumbling when he dragged her to the sofa.
He sat and forcefully urged her to lie over his lap with her bottom up. Distracted by his erection pressing into her belly, she wiggled and groaned as he moved her into position.
She put her cheek on crossed arms and realized she was panting from arousal.
Alex lovingly caressed her ass and praised her fuckworthiness.
“You don’t need to misbehave when you want a spanking.”
She made sense of his words at the same second his hand smacked one cheek. The swat made the weighted balls thump the walls of her pussy.
“Oh, my god.”
His stomach moved when he laughed. Then he swatted her again. And again. Each time his hand landed, she flinched or undulated and unleashed a flood of desire in her aching pussy.
When he suddenly grunted and stood, she scrambled to her feet and complied when he told her to bend over the arm of the sofa. He pulled on her hips and pushed on her back until she was where he wanted her. Then he kissed and licked his way from the tattoo on her ass, down one leg, and up the other. She was a quivering, whimpering mess by the time he reached between her legs.
He was crouched behind her. She could feel his warm breath on the backs of her legs. He tugged gently on the ball harness.
“Alex,” she groaned.
He responded by biting her ass. “Shh. Be still.”
He had to be kidding, but she knew he wasn’t.
Instead of removing the harness, he took a long time playing with her pussy—teasing the removal and then pushing the balls even deeper until she was shaking uncontrollably.
It was clear he’d reached his limit when he grunted and growled, telling her in lewd, heart-racing terms how wet she was and how that very much pleased him.
She was nearly mindless with need when he finally, finally took the balls out and almost immediately replaced them with his cock. He bottomed out on his first plunge and sent her spiraling out of control.
Not even the bruises she’d end up with on her hips from his ferocious grip as he pounded away kept her from becoming a mindless wanton.
He put an arm beneath her belly and lifted. When her feet left the floor and his cock sank deeper, she howled her pleasure.
Alex’s primal grunt was music to her soul. “God, I love that you take all of me.”
She whimpered and surrendered. He fucked her with randy abandon until she clenched his marauding cock and came with a rushing flood. He responded by shouting her name over and over, louder and louder until her name became animalistic grunts.
Meghan was barely conscious when his essence filled her. He came with a ferocious grunt as his majestic cock jerked and throbbed.
When he withdrew and said, “Don’t move,” she gladly complied and clung to the sofa cushions while waiting for reality to return.
Being the gentleman that he was, Alex took great care and cleaned her up with a warm, wet cloth. She was sighing with delight when he touched both feet and slid something up her legs that she assumed was a pair of panties.
The shock when she realized he was putting on her G-string pussy jewelry made her tremble. When he inserted the blue gem in her swollen pussy and told her she could stand, Meghan had to hold on to him for support. His nod and approving smile made her poor pussy clench. Knowing he wasn’t finished with her made Meghan swoon.
“I have a confession,” she whispered against his chest between kisses.
“Your post-fuck confessions fascinate me, my love. Please share.”
A soft, pleased giggle came from her throat. Her husband was a complete dog and such a gentleman about it.
Stroking his glorious chest, she pressed her hips into his body and enjoyed the tingles of pleasure filling her center when the naughty crystal teased her swollen nub.
Going up on her toes, Meghan teased him with her breasts and growled into his ear. “You master very well, and I confess to liking this sexy side of my husband.”
Alex’s gentlemanly behavior was one of his best and most endearing traits. But when he freed his crude side, she had a hard time behaving.
“And I like having a wife who gets off on a good slut fuck.”
Slut fuck. Oh, dear god! This was why she adored him, and since one lewd expression absolutely deserved a pithy comeback, she complied and did so with a cheeky grin and the snotty teacher tone she knew he enjoyed. “Are you implying that loving your cock makes me a slut?”
His leering grin turned up the room’s temperature. “Oh, fuck yeah. And thank god too. It would suck to be me if my wife couldn’t handle my, uh, unique demands.”
Unique demands? Ha! He said those words with such silky smugness that she almost made a joke. Almost.
He manhandled her boobs and asked if she needed anything. If there was an answer to the question, she was not aware of it. All she could focus on was what his greedy fingers were up to.
She stroked his massive biceps and admired her husband’s sexy torso. Sometimes all he had to do was take his shirt off to earn her panties. Meghan was sure when Carmen did their laundry, she had a good laugh every time a pair of her skimpy undies appeared in one of Alex’s pockets. Hell, to her utter mortification, Remy discovered a pair of Meghan’s knickers after Alex stashed them in the glove compartment of his old truck. Didn’t matter how long they were together or how old they got, they would continue their sexy times in the self-christened fuck truck.
“Are you ever going to let me see what’s inside your private collection?” She asked the question innocently even though her curiosity was lust driven. Lust that Alex inspired morning, noon, and night.
He did not feign ignorance or deflect her inquiry. Meghan actually enjoyed that her gift of submission gave him near total control of everything. And that everything included their collection of naughty bits and bobs. Whatever gave her pleasure ended up in his a
rsenal of equipment. In fact, the lovely blue crystal pussy jewelry was one of their first acquisitions.
“The collection is private for a reason.”
“Please,” she whined.
Alex’s playful expression and shaking head made her smile. She tried to mess with him or attempt a bit of topping at least once a day. Kept her cocksure man on his toes.
He turned her curiosity around and used it to get a blush. “What is it that you hope to find, Mrs. Marquez?”
How the hell did she always manage to walk straight into it? Smirking was easy, and she knew he would find it amusing. When she flattened against his body, he moved his hands to her ass and pulled. His grip was simply lovely.
“Didn’t you say something about a new flogger?”
The gleam in his eyes was an undeniable turn-on. He liked the rope and had an erotic knack with the flogger. She was happy to submit for both—separately and together.
“Ah,” Alex drawled with lusty delight in his voice. “You were paying attention.”
“Well,” she quipped while giving a naughty wiggle, “hearing that you commissioned something with, as you described it, a little bit of a bite certainly caught my ears.”
He bent and licked her ear, ending with a sharp nip. “A reminder, my love.”
There was more teasing on the tip of her tongue, but his beautiful lips melted her brain. She crashed onto his mouth and kissed with abandon. He chuckled into her mouth as she got wild and went deep.
Suddenly consumed by a fever of need, every corner of her being pulsed with desire. Keeping her hands off him was not even an option. He let her take the lead. She alternated between desperation and sweet surrender.
Her soft yelp when he fisted her hair and yanked was the sound of disappointment.
“Now, now”—he chuckled—“behave, Miss Greedy. I have plans for all that energy.”
Plans? Oh, goody! “Yes, Master,” she cooed.
He laughed in her face. “Oh my god, Meghan. That sounds so ridiculous.”
She met his laugh with a pout. “Don’t make fun, Alex. I’m trying to make it sound real.”
“Which is exactly why I laugh. I love you for trying, though.”
“Luckily, we have a couple of decades for me to work on it.”
Alex grunted. “I like the idea of wearing you on my dick into eternity and beyond.”
And that, she thought, was the sound of a Justice Alpha.
“You are such a silver-tongued, romantic devil,” she teased.
“You love it,” he reminded her. “The dirtier and more demanding, the better. We are well suited, wife. Now, serve your master and use your sexy words to tell me how the pussy jewelry feels.”
She took a deep inhale and turned her thoughts inside. He was always curious about what she was feeling. Her sexy as fuck husband taught Meghan quite a lot about the intimacy of sharing.
“At first, there is a jolt of cold when the crystal touches me.”
“Your pussy warms it pretty quickly.” He sniggered.
She gave him a single arched brow. “Excuse me, Major. But is this my story or yours?”
“Ah, my bad. Please,” he drawled, “continue.”
“The short knob slides in smoothly. I like the way it feels. The smooth ball that rubs my clit does its job,” she admitted with a heated flush.
“Should I assume,” he growled, “that your sweet pussy likes the attention?”
“Yes,” she admitted with a kiss on his chest. “Especially if you put it on me.”
“Don’t you mean, in you?”
No reply was necessary. He knew perfectly well what turned her on.
Alex’s knowing snicker made her pussy flood.
“Would it please you to know I have another?”
Intrigued, she searched his face and asked, “Another what?”
“Another G-string, only this one looks like a pretty golden shell discreetly covering your slit.”
“Mmm, sounds lovely.”
“I am delighted that you approve, my wild Irish wench, because the shell hides a two-and-a-half-inch finger placed for perfect insertion.”
His words ignited an explosion of arousal. She grabbed his face and kissed him with growing exuberance.
For his part, Alex used his tongue to fuck her quivering mouth while his hands gripped her ass and held her in place. Each time he ground his hardening cock into her belly, she trembled more.
She was for real in a carnal meltdown when he put some daylight between them.
My fucking god—she was so responsive, so unbelievably hot for him. Alex felt swamped by the power of her desire. His cock swelled the more desperate she became.
“Daylight glows on the horizon, Mrs. Marquez. Perfect time of day for a morning sun salutation?”
It took her a few moments to connect with what he wanted her to do. He enjoyed watching while she did yoga. It was such a big part of her life that he was used to the quirkiness of finding her doing bed yoga or stretching out in the shower. All that movement made her supple and limber, which, in turn, added an exciting physical dimension to their lovemaking.
And right now, he was interested in watching the daily salutation while she was gloriously naked except for the naughty G-string teasing her nearly bare pussy.
He studied her expression and saw the scene come together in her mind. His red-haired fuck goddess had an imagination that rivaled his.
“Yes, husband and Master,” she gaily quipped. “You are absolutely correct. Dawn is the perfect time.”
She shifted into management mode and issued directions. “Douse the candles and if you don’t mind, will you bring me a hair elastic and my practice mat?”
“Whatever m’lady needs. I am here to serve.” He bowed low, zoomed off, and kept an eye out for any of the dozen hair things she left laying all over the place. Before he made it to the walk-in wardrobe room, he had picked up three.
He went straight to the knee-high woven basket where she kept a rolled-up yoga mat and some stretchy bands. When he turned to go back to the bedroom, he caught his reflection in Meghan’s cheval mirror. He didn’t look that bad. Instead of going soft because he wasn’t working full time, his targeted workouts paid off in ways that gave his wife a thrill. His left side and thigh still looked ghastly but even his scars were another part of him that Meghan affected. With diligence and single-mindedness, she rubbed a healing balm made from a desert shaman’s secret recipe all over the tortured skin. Maybe he was dreaming, but it looked as though the topographical map of war wounds was softening somewhat.
The sight of his erection earned a chuckle. She rubbed all sorts of stuff onto his cock too. Some bullshit about keeping the skin soft. Meghan liked coming up with outlandish excuses for fondling his junk. Even when it was a zillion degrees out, she would comment that his balls looked cold and then move in to warm them up. Her randy playfulness encouraged his silly side and led him to explain via a very X-rated PowerPoint how her stroking his cock to orgasm while he worked on the computer would make him smarter. More productive. And it did! He swore it did!
She was gracefully swaying side to side when he returned. The cord of the G-string on her fantastic ass got him grinning like a pervert. A recent addition to their sex toy collection was a custom designed rubber dildo with an easy grip pommel. Perfect for from behind insertion. The small device wasn’t made to torture. It was designed to his precise specification for her maximum pleasure. Just the thought of tying her up and bringing her to orgasm with the tantalizing phallus got his blood pumping.
He offered her a choice of hair ties, waited while she gathered her wild tousled mane into a sloppy bun, and then ditched the extras. After a sweet kiss, he spread her mat out on the terrace and then positioned an easy chair a few feet away for an intimate, closeup view.
She stood on the mat and slyly smiled as he strode around the room and extinguished the candles. When he sat, the room was more shadows than light. There was a voyeuristic vibe to hi
m sitting in the dark. Watching.
“May I make a suggestion?” he growled.
The interested flare in her eyes made his dick twitch with interest.
Her lush mouth trembled with suppressed amusement. “Yes, you may.”
He crooked his finger. “Come here, wife.”
She approached with a sexy swing to her hips and stepped right up to his knees. It was as if she read his mind!
“Before you start,” he drawled. “Let’s make sure everything is properly placed.”
He put his hands between her knees and pushed until she stepped to either side of his thighs and widened her stance.
“Hands behind your back, baby.”
She complied with a short snicker. He waited until he had her full attention. When her wicked green eyes latched onto his, he winked.
She loomed over him and watched while he lowered the elastic cord and the small blue crystal left her pussy. He parted her with his fingers and leaned in for a close-up.
“Oh, baby”—he chuckled—“your sweet clit is sending out an SOS.”
He lightly tapped the visibly swollen nub and drank in the sound of her moan.
When she looked at him again, he continued. His finger traced back and forth on the puffy seam of her sex. A delightful abundance of creamy arousal greeted his touch. He roughly grunted and chuckled when, without warning, he plunged his finger inside her.
He taunted her with a tantalizing wiggle. “You’re very wet. Did you know?”
Her answering snigger was perfectly filthy. “I’m always wet, you bad man. Five minutes after you stop fucking me, I want more.”
He kept up with the playful taunting. It served a wicked purpose. “You just want me for my sperm.”
Her answering laugh turned to a groan when he massaged her pussy for maximum effect.
“I, uh, um ...” She sighed. He kept up the fingering. “Oh god, Alex.” Her hips shook. It was his cue to withdraw. For now.
“Give me your hands,” he growled.
She brought both arms to the front and offered her hands palms up and relaxed. Her submissive instincts hit the right notes. He took her fingers and made her hold her pussy open.
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