Chapter 43 #2
I lap my tongue around her clit, enjoying the way each stroke elicits a whimper out of her, and decide I’ve had enough of her thong being in the way. I rip it in one pull.
Mya’s upper body lifts off the bed. “Worth Miller!” she scolds, despite her voice trembling with need. “At this rate, I won’t have any underwear left!”
I don’t take my mouth off her as I reach into my back pocket, pulling out my wallet and fishing out my credit card. I throw it at her, just as I suck her clit into my mouth, and her back arches off the bed.
“2411,” I mutter.
“What?”
“2411 is the pin.”
Mya then notices the card lying next to her on the bed. “Why are you giving me this?”
“To buy new panties,” I reply, inching two fingers into her entrance. “Buy the whole fucking store if you want. I don’t care.” I flick my tongue on her clit once more. She moans. “But I’m not going to stop tearing those flimsy pieces of fabric off my pussy.”
Mya rolls her eyes, and I clamp down on her, enough to make her yelp.
“Fuck!”
“A normal response would’ve been “Thank you, Mr. Miller”.”
“No.”
I bite down again.
“God! Fine, you crazy man. Thank you, Mr. Miller,” she drawls in a mocking tone.
“You’re asking for it, pretty girl,” I growl.
Mya bats her lashes, feigning innocence. “What ever do you mean, Mr. Miller.”
I groan.
Hearing her call me Mr. Miller in bed feels exactly how I thought it would.
“Mya, baby. You need to come, and you need to come now, so I can shove my cock so deep up your tight cunt, you’re choking on it for days.”
“Then stop talking and make me.”
Challenge accepted.
I dive right back in, showing no mercy, sucking and licking on her pussy like a man starved. After only a few seconds, I feel Mya’s legs trembling, her body going taut.
“Keep going,” she urges, and I don’t slow down.
I stick my fingers back inside her and beckon on her sensitive spot.
She explodes, screaming. She grabs a pillow and shoves it over her face, her hips bucking against my mouth.
Mya squirted again.
I feel like a fucking champion.
This time, she doesn’t cower at the sight of her arousal coating the sheets and my face. Instead, she smiles. Good girl.
“Turn around, pretty girl.”
Mya obeys, getting on her hands and knees, her round ass on display for me. I ogle her as I unbuckle my pants to free my aching cock.
I drop them, followed by my briefs, and rub my length.
“Don’t move,” I instruct, walking over to my nightstand, pulling out the item I spontaneously bought with my wife in mind.
“Put a finger inside yourself.”
Mya does, moaning and sliding her index and middle fingers in and out, as I take the object out of its packaging.
I then spread her ass cheeks apart. She gasps and attempts to wiggle away.
“I said don’t move, Mya.”
She stops.
I spit onto her tight hole and rub the butt plug around it.
“Do you trust me, Kitten?”
Mya nods, still fingering herself at a slow and steady pace.
“Pick a safeword.”
Her body goes stiff. “What are you planning?”
“Nothing you won’t enjoy. I promise.”
She hesitates for a few seconds, then says, “Playboy.”
“Good. Use it if you need me to stop, okay?”
“Okay.”
I ease the plug into Mya’s rimmed hole, and her entire body tenses. “Relax, baby. Let me in.”
I bend over to pepper kisses all over her back and continue pushing the toy inside. It begins to slip in easier. “That’s it. You’re doing good. Keep fucking yourself.”
Her moans get needier and louder as the plug finds its home.
“There you go. Such a good little wife. Soon, you’ll be ready to take me there, but for now, I’m going to replace your hand with my cock, then fill you with my cum until it’s leaking out of every hole.”
Mya shivers at my words, squirming. I move her hand away, angling myself at her entrance.
Then I push inside, easily this time—because of how wet and ready she is—but her tightness still sucks me in and keeps me hostage.
I go still, needing a second to compose myself before I blow my load prematurely.
Shit. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.
Mya lets out a guttural moan when I begin to move. “I feel so full. Oh, God.”
I smack her ass, then grip it tight as I pound into her.
My pace is punishing, but Mya takes it, not complaining once. I’ve come to realize she likes it a bit rough, and I have no issues giving it to her exactly the way her body craves.
My wife is a closeted freak.
After countless thrusts and the many ‘fucks’ and curses that come out of our mouths, Mya tells me she’s close.
“Whenever you’re ready, baby. I’m right there with you,” I tell her.
Within seconds, she goes silent, her body stiffening as she bites down on a pillow to avoid screaming again.
My wife is also a screamer.
I follow her, a loud groan erupting from my chest as I fill her cunt with my seed.
“Damn.”
Mya giggles in response, breathless.
I turn her around, and climb atop her.
My mouth finds her in a searing kiss, our rapid breaths mingling together as we both come down from our highs.
We make out for a while and then I grab onto my semi-hard cock and rub it over her pussy, taking the cum that has started leaking out and pushing it back inside. The act is already making me hard again.
I’ve never been able to bounce back this fast, but there’s something about Mya that I can’t get enough of.
“How was that?” I ask, pointing down to the plug still inside her.
“Oh. I almost forgot it was in there,” she says shyly. “Really good. I’ve never had anything in there before.”
“Well, I’m honored to have been granted that first.” I kiss her lips again. “Bring your knees up for me.” She does, and I spread them apart. I reach over to my nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube from the drawer and spreading a generous amount over my hardened length.
“Take a deep breath for me, Kitten.”
She inhales. I pull out the plug, and she exhales a gasp.
“Another one.”
Mya breathes in again as I place the tip of my cock at her asshole. She lets out the breath, and I push inside slowly.
Mya
“Oh, God,” I moan, feeling Worth’s thick cock penetrating my ass. It’s not painful, but it’s such a foreign feeling, I can’t help but tense up.
“Keep breathing,” Worth instructs, and I take in some air. “Good girl. I’m almost there.”
I continue to draw in breaths as he inches in slowly. If I thought I felt full before, it’s nothing compared to now. At first, I didn’t think I’d be able to handle Worth’s girth inside my pussy, let alone my asshole, but I trust him to make me feel good.
Once he’s buried to the hilt, he starts to pull in and out, careful not to go too fast.
“Are you okay, baby?”
Baby. Kitten. Pretty girl. Wife.
Words that melt me and make me giddy at the same time. I’ll never tire of hearing them from him. Worth may not be mine to keep, but I’ll soak up everything he gives.
I nod. “Yes. I’m more than okay, husband.”
His cock responds before his mouth does.
“Fuck, Mya. Say that again.”
“Husband,” I repeat, dropping my voice. He likes it; I can tell by the way his pace quickens.
He lowers his face and kisses me, sucking on my tongue and then nipping at my bottom lip.
“I can’t wait to fill this hole too. Fuck,’ he grunts, and I moan in response. “Flick your clit, Kitten. I want to see you touch yourself.”
I do as he says, ever the obedient wife. I’m no pushover usually—least of all with Worth, who gets the brunt of my bite—but here, I love when he takes control.
I feel another orgasm cresting as Worth fucks my behind and I keep up the movement up with my fingers.
A surge of pure ecstasy seizes me and my release crashes through me like a storm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. Worth goes still on top of me, bringing his face to the crook of my neck and letting out a muffled groan.
He pulls out slowly, and I immediately feel empty, and he disappears into the ensuite, leaving me naked against the sheets. A couple of minutes later he’s back, wearing fresh briefs, a damp cloth in hand.
Worth cleans me gently, unhurried. We don’t speak, though it isn’t awkward.
Is this what it’s like to have someone care for you?
I don’t have exes worth mentioning, since I’ve never done serious or long-term, but this doesn’t feel normal. Worth Miller is a phenomenon.
A really hot, really rich phenomenon who just fucked me six ways to Sunday.
Too bad it’s temporary. This is what you wanted, I remind myself.
I squeeze my eyes shut, willing my tireless inner monologue to quiet down.
Later, we lie side by side, staring up at the ceiling.
Our bodies almost touch—but not quite—like crossing that last inch would break some new rule.
Ridiculous, given what we just did—yet somehow this feels more intimate.
I let my pinky graze his hand. Worth catches the hint, draws my fingers into his, and rubs his thumb slowly over my palm.
Without looking at me, he asks, “Just for now?” His voice is low.
I nod. “Just for now.”