Keeping Her Wet

by M. Robinson

  Whack, whack, whack.

  Shit.

  “Nobody saw me. I made sure of it,” I explained, trying to catch my breath. I knew the risk I was taking, showing up to his office naked. How he may react as soon as he discovered my little surprise.

  I whimpered when I felt his hand on my ass again, except this time he was gently rubbing the red, swollen cheeks in comfort.

  “I love you. I’m yours,” I added, hoping he would take pity and finally give me what I came for in the first place.

  I heard him undoing his belt, unzipped his pants and letting them fall to the floor. In one swift, sudden movement, he turned me back over and pulled me to the edge of the desk by my thighs. Ignoring the crumbling paper beneath me. Angling my pussy right in front of his hard cock. I rocked my hips, wanting to feel him any way I could.

  “You think I should give you what you obviously came for, darlin’?” he teased, kissing his way from my ankle to my thigh, inch-by-inch. Making me squirm from the warm wake of his tongue.

  I nodded, giving him the best doe-eyed expression I could muster. Once he got to where we both wanted him, he inhaled the scent of my pussy. Rubbing his nose up and down my swollen clit as I watched with hooded eyes. Swallowing hard, my mouth parted.

  He kissed my nub, slowly sucking it in between his lips. The light suction slowly pulled back the hood of my clit, and he placed my heels on the edge of his desk, giving him more range to assault my sacred area.

  I could have come from that alone.

  His tongue slid down to my opening. “You want me to fuck you with my mouth, suga’?”

  I fervently nodded. Ready to beg if I had to.

  “Say it! Tell me what you fuckin’ want,” he ordered in a husky tone. Nudging his nose on my clit again, sending me into a frenzy. I wanted to thread my hands through his hair.

  “Please…” I shamelessly pleaded.

  “Please, what?”

  “Please fuck me with your mouth.”

  He growled, loud and hard. Shoving his tongue as deep as it would go into my heat, causing my juices to flow loosely. Letting him savor every last drop.

  “You have the sweetest goddamn taste,” he groaned, licking, sucking, devouring me.

  Sucking on my clit harder and more demanding, moving his head up and down and in a side-to-side motion. Making me squirm and quiver all at once. Struggling against the cuffs, I yearned to grab ahold of him as he fucked me with his tongue. He continued to rub his face all around my pussy, unable to get enough of me. Wanting my wetness all over him, not just around his mouth.

  “Beg me. Beg me to fuckin’ come like a good little girl,” he ordered, never letting up on the fucking torture.

  “Please, babe, please… make me come…”

  His rough, callused hands glided up to my breasts. He roughly kneaded my mounds, pulling at my nipples and making me come apart. It had been so long since he'd touched me like that. Pushing his middle and ring fingers deep inside me next, aiming them directly to my g-spot. He ate my pussy exactly how I wanted him to, exactly how I’d been fantasizing about on all those late nights alone in bed without him. I started to move my hips, fucking his face the way he wanted me to.

  The way he loved.

  “Please… please… please…” I brazenly pleaded some more.

  I heard him chuckling while he lapped at my bundle of nerves, manipulating them and sucking them in a way that had me panting and breaking to pieces in front of him. His fingers moved faster and became more urgent. My pussy clamped down, letting him know I was close. He rotated his head and moved faster, much more insistent until I couldn’t hold back any longer and screamed out his name.

  He didn’t give me any chance to recover. He fucked me with his mouth, tongue, and fingers, over and over again, till I just kept coming, my juices running down his face, chin, and neck. Exactly how he wanted me to. Relishing in the sensations his beard alone was inflicting on my pussy.

  The second his lips touched mine, he growled and opened them. His tongue plunged deep inside my mouth and I moaned, tasting myself all over his lips.

  “You taste so fuckin’ good, darlin'. I will never get enough of your sweet pussy. I was starving for you,” he rasped into my awaiting mouth.

  “Detective McGraw,” I managed to moan, making him grin.

  His hands were all over me, roaming, feeling every curve like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch me the most. I leaned into every touch and sensation, needing to feel him like I needed air to breathe.

  I couldn’t get enough of him.

  He slammed his cock inside of me, jarring my body toward the head of his desk from the hard thrust. The handcuffs pinched at my wrists, causing them to sting and burn as he roughly took what he wanted.

  Me.

  Slamming in and out of me, each thrust more demanding than the last. He fucked me like he wanted to make us one person, in a way he hadn’t in months. Nothing compared to the way Dylan was with me.

  Not one damn thing.

  “Right there… don’t stop… right there…” I eagerly panted when he moved my legs to the side of his body, grabbing onto my hips for leverage as he pounded into me. His cock hitting my g-spot from that angle.

  “Here. Right here, baby,” he groaned, moving his hips in the opposite direction. “Your pussy is so fuckin’ tight, so fuckin’ wet, so fuckin’ good…”

  My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my back arched off the desk, coming so hard that I saw stars. Dylan's mouth stifled my screams of ecstasy.

  He unlocked my handcuffs, picked me up under my arms, and wrapped my already shaky legs around his waist. His hands gripped onto my ass, spinning us around until my back hit the door so fast that it should have surprised me, but it didn’t. It only intensified my desire and need for him. He slammed into my wet pussy once again, sending me over the edge. His dick had me scratching at his back, unable to get enough. He thrust in and out of me, hitting my g-spot with every push and pull. It wasn’t nice or soft. It was pure, unadulterated abandonment.

  We were fucking.

  I was close to release within minutes. He thrust deep into the back of my pussy and just started to move his hips, guiding me up and down his dick. His lower abdomen glided on my clit, and I threw my head back against the wall matching his hip movement.

  I came hard.

  His hips jerked forward, and his hand covered my overly enthused mouth, making me whimper. Releasing my mouth, he placed one of his hands around my throat and his other on my hip, gripping hard. Applying ample pressure to both. He forcefully and urgently made me bounce on his cock as he slammed into me with his own movements.

  “Fuck…” he growled and clutched my hips harder.

  My noises grew louder and louder the closer I got to coming apart yet again. He fucked me harder and faster, mercilessly pounding into me, his balls drenched from my wetness.

  “That’s it, baby… squeeze my cock with your tight cunt. I can’t get enough of it, I can’t get enough of you.”

  The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in the room.

  “Yes… yes… yes…” I breathlessly moaned.

  My body shuddered, throwing me off balance from the intensity and overpowering orgasm that only Dylan fuckin’ McGraw could ever give me. From the first time he ever put his hands on me.

  I was his.

  He didn’t stop, my hands moved to his shoulders as he continued to slam into me. I tried to keep his pace, barely done with one release before another hit.

  “Fuck yes… do it, do it, do it,” he urged. “Keep coming on my fuckin’ cock.”

  I fell forward, clenching onto his neck for support. He made this roaring sound from deep within his chest as we both came together. Panting profusely, trying to catch our bearings while he placed kisses all over my face, still not removing himself from deep inside me.

  “I fucking love you. I fucking love you so much, Aubrey. You’re. Fuckin’. Mine.”

  “Promis
e?”

  He looked deep into my eyes and spoke with conviction, “Always.”

  And he took me home.

  Where he spent the rest of the night showing me just how much I was…

  His.

  <>Austin<>

  “Momma! Momma! Momma! Did you see? Did you see how fast I ran?” Amari shouted, running up to us on the Brooklyn Bridge.

  “I did! Of course, I did!” Briggs exclaimed, picking her up. Throwing her legs around her waist and holding her tight against her chest.

  “Momma, when we gonna to see my unkey?”

  “Baby girl, remember we told you, Unkey doesn’t live here anymore, and you can no longer call him your unkey,” Briggs answered for the tenth time, Amari kept asking about her Uncle Martinez.

  Amari scratched the back of her head, confused. “I know, but he my unkey.”

  I laughed. We couldn’t argue with that. “Come here,” I ordered, taking her out of Briggs’ arms. “You’re too smart for your own good.”

  “I know. I’m a good girl. Unkey says I am.”

  Now it was Briggs’ turn to laugh, kissing the side of Amari’s face. I never got tired of watching her hold our kids. The babies that she gave me were the loves of my life.

  Aside from her.

  “Amari! You run too fast for me. I’m not going to be able to catch up with you soon,” Sarah, our nanny, said panting, out of breath. Running up to us, pulling me away from my thoughts.

  We had three kids, so I decided to hire a nanny a few months after our last was born, wanting to surprise Briggs. She didn’t appreciate the gesture at first, saying she didn’t feel comfortable with it. She changed her tune after having Sarah’s help for a few weeks, admitting that she was a Godsend. She’d been with us almost a year and a half now.

  “I’ll take her,” Sarah insisted, pulling her out of my arms. “You two go enjoy your time together. I’ll take the kids back to the hotel for some swimming.” She peered down at our crew. “Let’s go, minions, let mommy and daddy relax for a little while.” Shooting us one last smile before she turned, leaving with our babies.

  “We will be back to tuck you in,” Briggs called out behind them. Amari turned around, smiling wide and nodding.

  We stood there and waved until they disappeared into the crowd of tourists that were also exiting the bridge.

  “So, it’s just you and me. What shall we do?” Briggs turned to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. Looking up to my face, batting her lashes.

  “Well, I can think of a few things,” I confessed, with a shit-eating grin on my face. “All involve public indecency and possible jail time, but I’d gladly do the time for the crime just to see your face when I’m balls deep inside you on the edge of the bridge.”

  She slapped my chest, giving me a little shove. Giggling. Little did she know I wasn’t joking. We were here to celebrate me being sober and drug-free for seven fucking years. I had come full circle in my life since Briggs brought me here all those years ago. I could still hear her telling me to jump, to end my life because I was killing myself anyway with all the drugs. Taking her right along with me.

  When I closed my eyes, I relived that day over and over again. A daily reminder of why I had to stay clean. Of what I could lose if I didn’t. The consequences I didn't ever want to endure again.

  I barely survived it the first time.

  I wouldn’t live through it the second.

  So, here we were standing in the exact same spot on the Brooklyn Bridge that opened my drug-hazed eyes once upon a time. For what seemed like a long fucking time ago.

  “Austin, I’m calling bullshit. I don’t think you have the bal—” Before she could insult my manhood, I backed her into the cement wall, right underneath the arch that looked like angel wings. Caging her in with my strong arms.

  Getting right up into her face.

  “Do you think this is bullshit?” My mouth collided with hers, our tongues doing a sinful dance as I reached my hand down to her thigh. “How about this?” I slowly moved my palm up her long, sexy as fuck legs, under her black skirt, and right to the seam of her lacey panties. Causing her to gasp in surprise when I started to rub her already moistened pussy through the fabric. She wouldn’t openly admit it, but I knew what we were doing excited her in a way she never thought possible.

  “Stop! People are staring.”

  “What people?” I groaned against her mouth, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth.

  I only ever had eyes for her.

  “That little old couple, Austin. You’re going to give that man a heart attack.” She tried to shove me off, but I didn’t budge. Pulling her panties to the side, finding her clit. Her head fell back against the wall as soon as I started to work her over, a soft moan betraying her adamant refusals.

  “Fuck them. I want to fuck you. Right here, right fucking now.”

  I didn’t let up on the sweet torture of her pussy, flicking her clit like I knew she loved. There wasn’t many people left on the bridge as the sun started to set over the Hudson River. I released her lips, causing her to whimper from the loss. Looking around to make sure no one was in viewing distance, I quickly fell to my knees in front of her. Forcefully gripping onto her thigh and lifting it so her black combat boot was now resting on the railing to her right but still hidden in the shadows of the arch. My head ducked under her skirt, and my tongue immediately found her folds, licking her bare pussy from her opening to her clit. Pulling her hood back with my teeth, sucking her nub into my heated mouth, showing her just how much I wasn’t bullshitting.

  Her body squirmed, trembled, and rocked with each stroke of my tongue. I knew she was close, I could hear her stifling her screams.

  “Yes…yes…yes…” she whispered, trying to control her erratic breathing.

  “I put you through Hell here. Now I’m going to show you Heaven with my cock,” I said loud enough for her to hear.

  “Austin… Austin…”

  “That’s right, you little minx, say my name.”

  “No… No… People, people are coming.” She barely got the words out, tapping on my head.

  I peeked out, coming face to face with a tour group. Whispering to each other, pointing fingers at us like we were some sort of bridge act.

  “Nothing to see here, folks. Just tying my wife’s shoes.” I looked up at Briggs, grinning, grabbing the laces of her boot and pretending to tie them.

  Fuck that was a close one.

  <>Briggs <>

  Once Austin set his mind to something, he did it. No matter the consequence. In this case, I predicted we’d have to call Sarah and have her bail us out of jail for fucking in public. I wasn’t going to lie, I got a certain thrill knowing at any second we could get caught, but I didn’t let Austin in on that little secret. Instead, I let him have his way with me on the side of the fucking Brooklyn Bridge like we were two teenagers in heat.

  “I’m not done with you yet, Daisy.” He stood, pulling me into his chest with a thud. “Neither is my pierced fucking cock.”

  With that, he bent down, picking me up by my thighs. Wrapping my legs around his waist, the cool night breeze grazed my ass cheeks that were peaking out the bottom of my skirt. The buckle of his jeans rubbed me in all the right places as he carried me over to the wrought-iron bench a few strides away. I rocked my hips into his hard shaft that was now bulging in his pants, relishing in the rough exterior. He brought his lips up to my neck, licking, nipping and blowing, sucking my earlobe between his teeth. Letting out an animalistic groan the faster my movements became.

  “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard, you won’t remember where you are.”

  “Ahhhh… is that a challenge?” I breathed out, my head rolled back as I continued to dry-fuck his dick.

  “No, sweetheart, that’s a fucking promise.”

  One minute I was wrapped around him, and the next I was straddling his thighs backward, with my knees on the bench as he fumbled to free his cock. I leaned forward
, digging my nails into his muscular thighs, opening myself up wide for him. Looking over my shoulder with nothing but mischief and need in my eyes, waiting for his next move.

  His hands reached forward gripping my curves and slamming my eager pussy down on his cock. Stilling once he was balls deep, letting me get acclimated to his size.

  Austin’s dick was as huge as his fucking heart.

  “I swear to God, I will never grow tired of your fucking massive cock,” I moaned, his piercing hitting me exactly where I wanted it to.

  I could feel him smiling behind me. “Massive, huh?”

  Throwing caution to the wind, I began to sway my hips, doing a sultry dance to the music playing in my head. Taking me back to the night in Miami, the night I met him. Moving my body in a similar motion, fucking him just the way he liked. Being here in the now with the man of my fucking dreams.

  My husband.

  Taking ahold of my hips once again, he guided my slick pussy up and down his shaft, starting slow but quickly picking up the pace. We didn’t have much time, voices sounding in the distance over the slapping of our now sweaty bodies.

  “Squeeze my fucking cock. Just like that, baby. Ride me faster, harder. Fucking fuck me.”

  He slapped my ass once, then twice. Suddenly gripping my throat, bringing my back to his chest. Holding me in place by my chin, using his other hand to manipulate my clit as I rode him reversed cowgirl style on the bench. My knees began to sting from the friction, but I ignored the pain, backing my ass up even further, giving him a different angle.

  He growled in appreciation, pounding into me even harder.

  “Right there, babe. Yes… faster, faster, faster,” I screamed, not caring who the fuck heard me now. Austin’s strong hand came up over my lips, muffling my screams as I came full force on his dick, my come dripping down between us.

  “Fuck!” he growled, biting my shoulder. Emptying every last bit of his seed into me core.

  We sat there panting, exhausted from our little escapade as another tour group approached. Thanking God that is was dark now and we blended into the shadows.