Using a pair of thigh high’s she packed in her overnight bag, Harleigh carefully and methodically bound both of my wrists to the ornate iron headboard. She took great pains to make sure the knots weren’t too tight, that I was comfortable, making me feel like a world class asshole for not fessing up and telling her I could undo her efforts in less than a minute.
But this is something my wife wants, so although I’m not known for being patient, I’ll do my best to give it to her. However, if she doesn’t stop bouncing up and down on my poor neglected dick, soaking me with her arousal, and tugging on her nipples, I won’t last long. I’ll be coming all over myself like a horny teenager.
“You want to play, then play, Angel. But stop fucking around and touch me,” I demand, thrusting my hips up into her heated flesh.
Harleigh winks at me, running her hands down her body until they reach my chest and then lower. She traces the ridges and dips of my abs, coming to an abrupt stop when her fingers come into contact with my gift for her.
Her eyes go wide, and her mouth hangs open as she takes in the piercing I had my dad do for me last week. To say my old man was comfortable with inserting metal just above my junk is laughable. But I convinced him it was for the greater good of my woman’s pleasure, and that she’d thank him by making him her famous Key Lime pie, which led to him begrudgingly changing his tune.
“Oh my God, Lyric. What the hell is that?”
Fuck she’s cute.
“Technically it’s called a pubic piercing, but I call it multiple orgasms,” I grin lasciviously. “How about you jump on and try it out?”
Instead of climbing on my cock and rocking both our worlds, Harleigh strokes the slightly stretched skin above my new hardware and asks,
“Does it hurt? Can we still…I mean, is it okay if we…”
“Come here, Angel,” I instruct, beckoning her closer by tilting my head.
When Harleigh’s body is flush against me and her forehead is resting on mine, I tell her,
“It’s all good, baby. My dad says you owe him big time for this one, and he won’t accept anything less than three pies. So aside from letting you out of bed to make good on his payback, I’m open for business as usual. Now, are you going to suck it or ride it because my cock is going to fucking explode if it doesn’t get inside you soon.”
Quirking her eyebrow at me, my delicious wife sits up, placing her luscious ass directly over my throbbing, hungry for her pussy cock.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve been practicing your dirty talk while we’ve been apart.”
What. In. The. Actual. Fuck?
Her statement comes out of left field and causes me to jerk against my restraints. Is Harleigh honestly implying that I fucked other women? Does she honestly believe I’m capable of that shit? Because if she does, she’s in for a long weekend of punishment my orgasm deprivation.
Not once since the day I realized I was in love with Harleigh have I looked at another woman, much less touched one. That’s not to say, women didn’t throw themselves at me; they did. Club whores, the strippers who work the poles at Vengeance Reigns, and plenty of women I’ve met in bars have offered to drop to their knees and suck my dick or spend a night in my bed, but I’ve never taken any of them up on it.
The moment Harleigh looked into my eyes and agreed to be my girlfriend, to protect her no matter what, and trusted me enough to take me inside her, warm, tight, pussy, she gave herself to me, and I, her. Completely. Entirely. Irrevocably. She would only ever feel me moving inside her body. It would be my lips on her skin, and my teeth marking her flesh. I will be the only man to see her come, and the luckiest bastard alive to be the one to give that to her.
As much as I want to be angry at her for her offhanded comment, I get it. I really do. Harleigh has always had it in the back of her mind that because we were each other’s firsts, that eventually, I’d get bored. That I’d want to sample other women’s wears. Regardless of the hundreds of times, I’ve reassured her until I’m blue in the face that will never happen, that she’s the only woman I’ll ever want, it hasn’t sunk in.
Shaking off the latent frustration, I groan,
“Is that your roundabout way of asking me if I cheated on you? That’s why you tied me up, isn’t it? You wanted to make sure I couldn’t spank your ass for asking ridiculous fucking questions that you already know the answer to.”
I narrow my eyes at Harleigh when she finds the courage to finally look at me, and pray to all that’s fucking holy this will be the last time I’ll ever have to say this.
“You. It’s only ever been you, Angel. I don’t know why you’ve got the fucked up notion in your head that I’ll cheat on you because I’d sooner tear out my own heart than hurt you like that. You’re forgetting the fact that I don’t even see other women, that they don’t exist for me because all I see is you.”
“How can you say that? Neither of us has anything to compare what we have to. How do you even know that I’m any good? There are probably a million women who could please you better.”
I hate that Harleigh can’t see what I do when she looks in the mirror. But what I hate even more is that she questions herself and her innate sexuality. My wife is fucking amazing. Her body is perfect, made to be cherished, caressed, and worshiped by a man’s hands. She’s sweet, funny, intelligent, and genuinely cares about people. Harleigh can talk football, chooses beer over girly frou-frou cocktails, and sucks cock like a pro. She’s the whole package, and she doesn’t even know it.
“Fucking listen to me,” I snarl, tugging my hands free. I need to hold her. To be able to touch her in order to convince her what I’m saying is nothing but the truth.
“There is not one woman on Earth, alive or dead, that would make me look twice at her when I have you. Even when you were here, and I was at home miserable without you, it never crossed my mind to touch anyone else or be touched by them. Ask dad. He’ll happily tell you what a sad sack of shit I was without you. I didn’t leave the house most days, Angel. I could barely bring myself to go to work, thinking that you might come home and I wouldn’t be there,” I admit.
Plunging her hands into my hair, Harleigh kisses me deeply. Her tongue tangles with mine as our breathing turns ragged and our heartbeats escalate. Hands stroke overheated skin, and fingernails score into flesh. I can feel her pussy juices leak from her slit, coating my cock and dripping down my balls as I hold her and force her hips to still their erratic movements.
Harleigh’s frustrated whimper echoes through the upscale, boutique hotel room I hired for the weekend while she fruitlessly tries to grind herself against my cock.
“Can you feel that? How much my body wants you. How fucking addicted I am to you,” I ask, landing a harsh slap on her ass.
With two fingers, I test her readiness. Gathering some of her cream, I slide my forefinger through the lips of her pussy backward until the tip is rimming her asshole. Harleigh instinctively clenches, but I coax,
“Relax and let me in, Angel. You know I’d never hurt you. All I want to do is make you feel good.”
Forcing the tension from her body, she tilts her pelvis giving me better access to the tightly puckered rosette I plan on claiming.
“Lyric,” she moans as I breach her hole.
“That’s it, baby. Just breathe out and push back into it.”
When I’m one knuckle deep, I snake my other hand between us and grip the base of my cock so that it’s standing upright. Fisting my length once, twice, and then a third time, milking drops of pre-come from the tip, I order Harleigh to climb on.
“Don’t lose my finger, though, Angel. I want to fuck your ass and your tight cunt at the same time. One day soon it’s going to be a plug in here,” I say rotating the finger in her ass. “After that, I’m going to buy you a vibrator big enough to train your ass to take my cock. And when you’re ready – when you’re begging me to fuck your ass – only then will I give it to you. Now, be a good girl and fuck my finge
r, Harleigh.”
Testing her limits, my wife slowly slides backward until my finger is buried to the webbing. She lets out a startled moan at the fullness of it, hissing,
“Jesus. Oh fuck, yes.”
Yeah, that’s what I thought. My wife has a naughty side. It’s no secret that Harleigh likes being told what to do during sex; I found that out early on in our relationship. Spanking, restraints, watching me jerk off all over her body makes my wife horny as fuck. She loves it when I talk dirty to her and make her come when there’s a chance we’ll get caught. But this, this is a surprise. A fucking good one, but a surprise nevertheless.
I won’t say I haven’t given fucking Harleigh’s ass a lot of thought because that would be a straight up, dirty fucking lie. My fantasies about owning that part of her too are in vivid Technicolor. Her face down on the bed on all fours, hands cuffed behind her back as I plow into her ass from behind while fucking her cunt with my fingers is my favorite. That position gives me access to her perfect tits too. I could pull her hair, forcing her hips to slam back into mine as I emptied my come inside her. I would control every action, and all Harleigh would have to do is spread for me and take it.
The thought alone has my cock weeping, pre-come steadily flowing form the tip. Slapping the ruddy head against Harleigh’s distended clit, I order,
“Wrap your hand around my cock and put it inside you. I want you watching as your cunt swallows every inch.”
Shuddering, she does what she’s told. Lining her cunt up with the head of my cock, I watch with hooded eyes as her bare pussy lips spread, glistening with her cream and she takes me inside her body.
This right here is where I belong. Buried deep inside my wife. It isn’t merely the feeling of her pussy walls hugging my cock tightly or the way her body arches closer to mine. It isn’t the way her thighs grip at my hips as she undulates on top of me, bringing us both unbelievable pleasure. It’s all of it.
It’s the way Harleigh’s eyes deepen in color when I bottom out, hitting her cervix, and flare with lust when I drag the length of my cock over her G-spot. It’s how I know when she’s going to come because her breathing turns into staccato pants and her clit throbs against the base of my dick. It’s what she says when the only word that leaves her lips is my name, telling me how much she loves me, how much I mean to her, and that she can’t live without me.
If that makes me selfish, claiming her before she’s officially agreed to be mine, then so be it. But regardless of what happens after I’ve stopped moving inside her, I’ll be making it clear this game of solitaire we’ve been engaged in separately ends now.
Mapping her curves with eyes, I let them roam over her tits and raise an eyebrow at her expectantly. When she hesitates, I demand,
“Now, Angel. Offer it to me.”
Harleigh cups the underside of her right breast and brings it to my mouth. She teases the seam of my lips with her nipple, just how I taught her to, and then feeds as much of her breast into my mouth as will fit.
My tongue instantly flicks at the tight bud, drawing a low, keening moan from Harleigh. With each suck, I slam my cock into her cunt and prolong her suffering by slowly pulling back out, only to ram inside her even harder the next time.
“Fuck. Fuck me harder, Lyric,” she moans, throwing her head back so that the ends of her hair touch my thighs.
“You still on the pill, Angel,” I ask, knowing that I’m seconds away from emptying my balls so deeply inside her there’s no way she won’t end up pregnant if she isn’t.
“No, but you can pull out,” Harleigh whimpers.
My voice is dark, and my words are finite when I tell her,
“Fuck no. The only place my come belongs is in your pussy, your mouth, or your ass. Seeing as you’re not ready for me to fuck you here,” I say, crooking the finger I have working her ass, “that only leaves two options.”
“Lyric, we can’t. We only just got back together again, neither of us is ready for a baby,” she informs me incorrectly.
Like fuck I’m not ready to see her round and heavy with my kid. There’s nothing I want more than to see her tits swell with milk to feed our child. To watch her give life to the greatest gift a wife can ever give her husband. I can’t wait to rub her aching feet at the end of a long day or run her a bath so that she can relax before bed. I’ll even drag my ass out in the middle of the night to get her pickles and ice cream when her crazy ass cravings kick in. But what I want most is to see her hold a baby we made out of love in her arms.
Sitting up, I pull my finger out of her tight little asshole and wrap my arm around her waist. I cock my knees ensuring she can’t move more than I intend to let her, and use my other hand to guide her movements up and down my shaft.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” I grunt before crushing my mouth to hers.
Using everything in my arsenal, I nip at her bottom lip and then suck it into my mouth to ease the sting. I feast on the taste of Harleigh, stroking her tongue, coaxing her to give me what I want, which is all of her. All of her doubt. All of her trust. All of her love. I want everything from her, and I won’t stop until I have it.
“Please,” my wife moans, tilting her hips forward to meet my savage thrusts.
Harder and harder I slam into her. Deeper and deeper I shove my cock until I feel it pulse and twitch, signaling my impending orgasm. Harleigh’s pussy walls grasp at my dick, contracting, rippling, quivering before she comes screaming my name.
“Lyric!”
Come boiling in my balls, I pound into Harleigh, fucking terrified I’ll hurt her but not able to stop if my life depended on it. In fact, I don’t think anything could stop me now. Especially when Harleigh clamps down around me and shudders through her second climax.
A sheen of sweat covers both of us, making Harleigh’s skin glow. The waning sun coming through the open drapes dips below the top of the city’s skyline beyond. But nothing is more stunning than the woman writhing above me.
No sunset or sunrise anywhere in the world. Not the Northern Lights I had the privilege of seeing from behind the handlebars of my bike. I’ve always been in awe of the scale of the Grand Canyon, the peaks of the Rocky Mountains, and the winding lengths of the Mississippi River, but they all pale in comparison to Harleigh’s beauty.
Her moans become deeper and longer as her come starts dripping from her swollen pussy. Pulling the hood of her clit back, I twist my piercing so that the stud on the end rubs her oversensitive bud with each of my upward thrusts.
“I’m going to make you come again for me, Angel. I want you to cover my dick in your juices.”
Taking a stuttering breath, Harleigh whimpers,
“I don’t think I can.”
“You can and you will. I’m not going to stop fucking you until I’m drowning in you,” I say in a tone that brokers no room for argument.
She doesn’t answer me, but she doesn’t need to. I can feel how close to coming she is. Her cunt pulses and sucks at my cock. Harleigh’s G-spot is swollen and ripe, ensuring me that it will only take one stroke across the almost hidden bundle of nerves to push her over the edge.
Not one to sit idle and take her fucking like the good girl I know she can be, Harleigh leans down and licks a path from my chest to my ear.
“If you want me to come again, to coat your big, thick, hard cock in my cream that I may or may not lick off you later, then I want to see you too. Show me how much you missed me, honey.”
Jesus, fuck, this woman is killing me!
My balls are pulled up tight to my body. My cock is throbbing and weeping at the thought of Harleigh licking it clean. And don’t get me started on my heart. That’s about to beat out of my fucking chest out the sound of her husky voice telling me exactly what she needs from me to get her off.
“Bite me,” I growl, reaching around to grab a fistful of her hair. “Fucking mark me.”
My wife’s eyes light up at the prospect of leaving her mark on me. This is something I’ve n
ever asked her to do before, but I have always known would be hot. Walking around with Harleigh’s brand on my back, chest, neck, wherever the fuck she wants to put it is like adding fuel to the flame of my arousal.
There’s no hesitation when she sinks her teeth into the cord of my neck where it meets my shoulder either. As my wife bites down hard enough to pierce the skin and draw blood, I moan and shudder violently beneath her.
The suction of her mouth coupled with the searing pain of her teeth tearing through my flesh is too much. My hips jerk upward, burying my cock inside her tight cunt to the hilt, and the first jets of come erupt from my tip, bathing Harleigh’s pussy in heat.
“Fuck, Angel. Suck harder. Bite me fucking harder,” I bellow, pumping thick stream after stream of come into her.
Pinching her clit between my thumb and forefinger, I add a half twist making Harleigh go wild. She releases my neck and sits upright, bucking, arching her back, which only serves to thrust her tits into my face. I take a nipple between my teeth and give it the same treatment as she did my neck and then it’s all over.
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