Chapter 48 #2
“Yeah?” I ask, looking down as he cups my breasts in demonstration. “Do you like them?”
“Oh, baby,” he groans, squeezing them softly. “You have no idea how much.”
Licking my lips, I watch as he lifts them a little, watching as their weight pulls them back down when he lets go.
“Get your pants off, cuore mio. I want to see how wet you’ve gotten for me.”
While I scramble to obey his order, Leon pulls the fluffy blanket at the foot of our bed off and lays it out on the ground, watching my leggings fall off my legs as he works.
I watch him too, loving the way his cock bobbles under his boxers, just begging to be set free.
When I finally kick the long black fabric off my feet and to the side, my tiny pink thong goes tumbling along with it.
He doesn’t say a word as he drops to his knees, dipping into the teddybear colored blanket.
I almost follow his lead, attempting to bend at the knee too, but he catches me completely by surprise.
Grabbing me by the back of my thighs, he pulls me close and forces me right in front of him so that he can bury his face between my legs.
His tongue hits my clit with strikingly fast precision, the feeling of pleasure hitting me so hard that I nearly cry out.
My legs feel wobbly and unstable as he licks me harder and faster, like a man starved for a taste only I can provide.
Needing help to remain on my feet, I scramble to get my hands on his shoulders, squeezing the muscles there and using his body to keep me upright.
“God, yesss,” I moan, whispering the words of satisfaction. “You’re so good with your tongue. Oh, oh, oh, fuuuck, yes, right there.”
Leon smiles against my cunt, making a low sound to vibrate his lips against my clit as he sucks on it. He makes me need to move, my hips bucking and driving my pussy against his face while he eats it.
“I knew you’d be soaked,” he boasts, pulling back to lick his slippery lips. “Now the only question is, do you want to come on my lips before I pull you to the ground and fuck you full, or do you want to save it for my cock?”
He always asks the best questions.
“Cock,” I gasp, watching as he presses a hard kiss to the front of my pussy. “If I come now, I might not be able to stay awake for more. You know how much you tire me out when you make me orgasm, bohatstvo.”
“Mmm, I know. You’re such a sensitive little thing when you meet your end.
” He smirks, pulling me down to the ground with him.
He handles me carefully, but maneuvers me exactly how he wants me.
He gets me on my back with my legs spread wide open, my hair sprawled out on the blanket as he fills the space between my thighs.
“You’re going to be a sweet wife for me and hold off coming for as long as you can for me, won’t you?
You’re going to let me savor being buried in this juicy little pussy, yeah, baby? ”
“Y-yeah,” I whimper. “But not if you keep talking like that.” I swear my clit just throbbed hearing his dirty talk. He gets filthier every single time we do this.
“No promises, baby.”
Chills break out up and down my arms and he makes his move. Fisting a hand around his cock, he circles his wrist to give it a languid stroke before sinking down further into the blanket to line himself up at my waiting entrance.
My pussy clenches with anticipation when I feel the tip of his head glide against my soaked core, barely prodding at the tight channel at first. Leon doesn’t wait around for too long though, looking me in the eyes and he drives his hips forward, his pelvis meeting the curve of my ass as he sinks inside completely.
Married for months and now pregnant, I still never get tired of the delicious stretch I feel when my husband’s fat cock fills me up and fucks me.
He’s so long and thick that I swear sometimes it’s like I can feel him in my stomach.
It’s an addicting and powerful feeling to lie beneath a man who could kill even the most skilled assassins but he chooses to worship you with all of his strength instead.
“So good,” I moan, tipping my head to the side to peek at the fire dancing. “Do you think we’re glowing too?”
“You’re warmer,” he replies, pulling out and sliding back in with a groan. “I don’t know if we’re glowing in the light, but you’re fucking gorgeous like this either way, baby. Hot, wet, beautiful, and all fucking mine.”
His praise makes me melt, my head turning back to gaze up at him. “You fuck me so good, Leon. No one else could ever have me the way you do. I never stop thinking about you, not even when you’re inside me, especially not while you’re inside me.”
“Shit,” he hisses, his cock pulsing once.
He loves being complimented as much as he likes complimenting too.
He can’t hide it when his abs tighten and flex every time I get a little too descriptive about how much I enjoy him, and his cock always does that little jump thing whether it’s in my hand, my mouth, or my pussy.
“That sweet mouth of yours, baby. You’re too good. ”
Pressing his lips into mine, he kisses me hard, giving me a taste of myself while he starts moving his hips to make longer, deeper strokes.
He fills me up so good that every time he pulls out to go at it again, I want to clench down as hard as I possibly can just to keep him there for longer.
Sometimes I wish we had more time alone just so he could keep me full, fucked, and fulfilled to an unhealthy degree.
It’s a horny dream, but one I imagine more often than I’d like to admit.
“Oooooh, mmmm, I missed this,” I moan, still trying to keep my voice low. The fire crackles and the sound makes me squirm beneath my husband, the soft blanket caressing my bare skin. “You take such good care of my pussy, bohatstvo.”