Luke
When I opened the bedroom door and saw Bella sprawled across the bed in nothing but a black lace one-piece, whatever fatigue I’d carried up the stairs vanished instantly.
The room was dim, lit only by the bedside lamp, its warm glow catching the curve of her hip and the delicate embroidery stitched across her skin.
It was late. The house had gone quiet, the kids long asleep down the hall. I pushed my shorts down my hips.
We were good to go.
The black lace had small red flowers embroidered at the bodice, trailing down in a slow, deliberate path that led straight to her sweet pussy.
“New?”
“I picked it up in the sales,” she said, her eyes lingering on my cock as I crossed the room toward her.
“Very pretty, Bella. I’m a lucky man.”
She shifted on the bed, letting her head fall back over the edge of the mattress. Her long hair spilled down, almost brushing the floor.
“Very lucky,” she said, gaze fixed on my cock.
What a way to start the year.
I moved closer, until I rested my cock against her chin. Then I drew back slowly, watching my own hardening length drag over her face until her tongue flicked out to catch me. I leaned down and gripped the back of her head, lifting it.
Her hands wrapped around my cock as she began to rub and lick me. All I had to do was shift my hips, watching myself drag my dick and balls across her face, her forehead, those sweet lips.
It was so filthy my cock was fully erect and beginning to leak within a minute.
“I didn’t know you were this hungry, Bella,” I growled.
She paused, licking her lips as she stared up at me.
“You left me hanging downstairs,” she grumbled.
“That I did,” I said, not bothering to hide my smile.
With excellent results.
A little edging went a long way. Good to know.
I released my grip on her head, letting it fall back against the edge of the mattress.
“Open that sexy little mouth, Bella,” I murmured, fisting my cock and tugging on it a few times, spreading my precum around the tip.
Damn. The way she opened her mouth—wide, accepting, ready for me. I just couldn’t resist when I caught sight of that flawless, elongated neck.
The gloves were coming off.
My rock was on her finger.
Our babe, deep in her belly.
I tapped her chin with the full weight of my cock, and what a beautiful sound it made. I gripped the base and used the head like a hosepipe, sliding it along her bottom lip so I could watch the precum seep out and coat her lip.
There it was. Her hungry little tongue came out to lick it clean before she opened for me again.
“My good girl,” I murmured. “My perfect little slut.”
She slapped my thigh, and I chuckled.
“What? You can’t deny it, darling,” I said, delighted at being able to tease her like this.
She grunted, hooking her fingers behind my thighs, trying to coax me into her mouth. I relented, out of the goodness of my heart, watching her body writhe on the bed as I fed her my cock, waiting until I reached the back of her throat. I held still, gently butting against it.
I leaned over, tapping her thigh.
“Be a good little slut and spread those legs for me.”
Her low growl would have been more effective had I not felt her drool dripping down my cock.
Those milky thighs spread open, knees bent, the red flowers edging the lace at the gusset. I tugged at it and found the fastening. I nudged my cock against her throat until she gagged, then eased off.
“Your pretty outfit is soaking wet,” I said, prying it open.
My cock throbbed when her nails dug into my thighs. I ignored her and lifted the wet flap of lace to expose her pussy. I ran my middle finger between her heated, slick folds.
Ever so slowly.
Until she pulled at me, widening her jaw, and all it took was one gentle thrust for my cock to plug that throat up.
Her tongue moved. Her throat fluttered as she adjusted to my girth, and I eased my finger into her pussy until she gurgled around my dick. More saliva dribbled out, and that’s when I shifted my stance to watch my cock slide in and out of her mouth.
I trailed my wet finger over the lace to cup her breasts. Her hand moved immediately between her thighs, fingers strumming away to find some relief, while I held onto her breasts and began to fuck her mouth.
Her throat bulged each time I snapped my hips forward. It wasn’t long before my balls were striking her face—one beautiful, wet slap at a time.
I gave her breasts a final squeeze before dragging my hands along her jawline. I held her head still and pulled my cock free, watching a strand of drool drip back into her open mouth. She gasped for air, chest heaving, and blinked up at me.
“You okay, Bella?” I asked, resting my balls over her lips.
“Mm-hm,” she hummed, before her mouth opened and she began to lick.
Her tongue moved all around, back and forth between both, before she sucked one fully into her mouth with a moan.
The enthusiasm was an authentic feature.
There was no bargaining for jewellery, cars or holidays in exchange for sex.
Bella was everything I could dream of in a life partner.
Her lips smacked as one ball slipped free and she moved to capture the other, while I cradled the back of her head with my fingers.
When she was done, I crouched down and kissed her filthy mouth. Spit and precum—I didn’t care.
“My beautiful Bella,” I murmured against her lips, before kissing her again.
Slowly, our tongues danced. Our lips fighting one another—touching, retreating, touching again. I ran my fingers through her hair, holding her head steady as I ruined her mouth.
As we ruined each other.
Fuuuuck. Bella.
There would be no prenup for her. This was until death do us part. I’d make damn sure of it.