Fuck me. I wanted this image of her photographed, painted, and hung in my room for days to come.
I wanted it etched and drawn onto my skin. This woman. My fucking wife. Jesus Christ, she was mine. I cradled her jaw and kissed her lips chastely.
Undo my belt and take me out, I whispered.
She scrambled to obey while I ran my hands down her back and hips. I let out a sigh of relief when she reached for my boxers. Her hand wrapped around my length but didn’t tease or stroke me.
With my help, I moved her hips and adjusted her position, and then she was taking over, sinking down the entire length, and I groaned loudly in appreciation.
You’re fucking drenched. I groaned. So fucking wet for me. Baby, did you like getting spanked by Daddy ?
She moaned gutturally, her hands on my shoulder like an anchor as she rode my cock.
I loved it.
Jesus, fuck. I swear I was gonna bust right this second.
I’m not going to last, I told her, my hands gripping her hips aggressively while she bounced on my cock. Fuck, baby.
You feel so good like this. She whimpered. So full. Daddy, you’re so big.
I know, baby, but you’re taking me so fucking well.
Her hips moved frantically over mine, and I knew she was just as close to her orgasm, if not more than me. I enjoyed the feel of her soaking wet cunt wrapping around me.
She bounced and swiveled her hips, her body alternating and moving as she tried to find the best rhythm.
She was fucking me so well, taking me perfectly, and all I could do was sit back and admire her. She was moaning loudly, not caring who heard her, as she fucked her husband.
You like riding your husband’s cock, baby ?
She nodded her head, her nails digging into my shoulders. I love riding you.
Sweat perspired between her brows, and I watched her head fall back as her hips grew tired and lazy. I reached for either side, and with one look, she halted, kept her eyes on me, and then I was pistoling my hips upward, ramming into her harder, deeper.
I wanted to leave her with a reminder of who she belonged to. A reminder of the only man who was ever allowed to touch her like this, to see her like this, and I could feel her clenching around me.
Go ahead and show Daddy just how much you love fucking him. I ground out, feeling my imminent orgasm approaching.
Just like that, Elena came for me, her eyes half-hooded and sultry as she drenched my cock. My orgasm was triggered by the whiny way she said my name, and then I spilled my load inside her.
Owning her from the inside out. Branding her. She took it, her hips wiggling, her breath choppy and labored as she let me fill her up with my cum.
She collapsed on my chest, panting and exhausted, and I stayed soft inside her as I wrapped my arms behind her.
I kissed the top of her head, and she sighed softly.
I’m going to feel it tomorrow. She murmured, and I knew she was talking about her ass.
I laughed. Remember, you’re the one that wanted more.
I did. I like seeing your marks on my body. She murmured. I felt her hands at the back of my neck, and she hummed as she ran her fingers through my hair. I love you.
I love you so much more.