Chapter 4
He removes his costume, taking the time to fold it carefully, and clambers onto the bed as I raise my knees and part them for him.
He kneels and nestles his cock against my pussy, but doesn’t press in.
Instead he strokes his shaft along my wetness, taunting me and working me up again.
My eyelids flutter closed as the bliss builds.
He better not edge me tonight. I want to come again.
“Did you enjoy James fucking you?”
I keep my eyes closed and nod. “Mmm, yes. So good.”
Desires swirls in my core as he rocks against me, still not pressing in, but the pressure against my clit is wonderful.
He leans over me and brushes his lips on my cheek.
When he moves to my mouth, he kisses me thoroughly, probing the depths with his tongue while my pussy buzzes and demands his cock.
I caress his arms and shoulders, trying to reach what I can, as an inferno of need builds inside me.
I know his body almost as well as my own, and his muscles twitch beneath my hands as I search out the sensitive spots along his neck and sides.
The ache from Ms. Kitty reaches new heights when he props himself up on one arm and moves his free hand over my breast, playing with a nipple.
His voice is soft. “I‘m going to fuck you hard enough to make you scream.”
His whisper contrasts with the harsh words, and I groan.
“Yes.”
He rises to his knees and hooks his arms around my thighs, pressing my thighs up towards my chest.
“Hang on, baby.”
Oh, shit. I wasn’t expecting him to bend me like a pretzel tonight. The position opens me and he fits the head of his cock against my slit. He gives me a few seconds to get ready for the invasion before he slams home.
“Shit!”
My breath catches as he pounds into me. He’s not tender and romantic, and if anyone saw us, they wouldn’t understand that every movement is filled with love.
He drills into me, whacking against my tender flesh, letting me know that I’m his to use however he chooses.
I cry out from the impact but it only adds fuel to his fire.
He pummels my cunt mercilessly until I’m moaning continuously in pleasure.
I want us to orgasm together, but I can’t take much more of this without coming.
He grasps my thighs and grinds his cock inside me as we both thump against one another.
Fuck, his cock feels incredible. Spikes of rapture radiate from my core.
Our bodies collide repeatedly, and he’s in a frenzy.
My muscles tighten like a bowstring, and I expect to skyrocket over the edge at any second.
He pushes my knees further forward until they are close to my ears.
He knows exactly how flexible I am, and I cross my ankles behind my head.
I move a hand down to my clit and furiously flick my bean while he kneels and pounds into me.
My pussy is a mess from James’s cum and my previous orgasm, and Lucas fucks me so hard that a chorus of wet slapping sounds mingles with our panting and moans.
This is wonderfully vulgar, even though there’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing. We both enjoy it.
“I’m going to fuck you raw,” he growls as his balls slap against my ass and I sigh in delight.
“Yes... yes! Fucking yes!”
Whenever he shares me, he fucks me harder than he does other nights, especially if the guy has an enormous cock.
The bed rocks back and forth with every swift bang, and my mind blanks from ecstasy.
He grips my nipples between his fingers and pulls hard on them before slapping each breast. I yelp in surprise and almost come.
Ohhhh, fuck. The pleasurable pain is intense, and when he smacks them again, I can’t stop my orgasm.
Throwing my head back, I scream out his name and erupt.
My body jerks violently from extreme bliss, and he pistons his hips so hard and fast my head spins from the onslaught of pleasure.
I watch him through a haze of lust as he grinds his cock inside me.
My moans become whimpers as he continues to use me.
“Who owns you?” he growls.
When I moan and don’t answer, he spanks my ass.
“Hey!”
Ms. Kitty tries to sputter alive from the slap, but two mind-blowing orgasms might be enough for her tonight. Yeah, she’s a pain slut, but we all have our limits.
“Tell me who owns you.”
A sheen of sweat glistens on Lucas’s chest and his pained expression says he’s trying to not come.
I lock eyes with him. “You. You own me.”
He stiffens and cries out, “Yes,” as he explodes, burying himself balls-deep inside me.
His cock throbs as he shudders and releases hot spurts of his cum.
When he slows his thrusts, I unwind my legs from behind my head and he helps me lower them into a comfortable position as he pulls out.
He climbs over me so he can stretch out on the bed.
He wraps me up in his arms, completely encasing me.
I lean against his chest, needing the skin contact as we both come down from our high.
When he chuckles, I tip my head up and he’s smiling down at me with love shining in his eyes, but also possessiveness.
Mmm, yeah, this is one of the great things about being a hotwife.
Lucas gets territorial after someone fucks me good, and I enjoy the attention for a few days as he doesn’t like to be apart from me for very long.
He rubs circles on my back as our heart rates slow down.
The utter relaxation makes me feel boneless and I want to just stay in bed and not move, but I’m going to need a shower before bed.
Knowing Lucas he’ll take a shower with me to soap me up, paying special attention to my tender bits.
This is part of his aftercare when I’ve been ridden hard, and it’s another reason I know I married the perfect guy for me.
He kisses my forehead and his voice rumbles through his chest.
“Are you glad you came on the trip?”
Wait, does he know I didn’t really want to go? I try to keep my voice light.
“Hey, who said I didn’t want to?”
He laughs softly. “Jessica, after all these years, you think I couldn’t tell?”
I snuggle closer and nuzzle his neck. Okay, so maybe he’s not clueless after all.
“Mmm, well, it’s been a lovely trip so far. Who do you plan for me to fuck tomorrow?”
His bark of laughter is louder this time. “Oh no, you need a few more days to be reminded you’re mine.”
“What? Dammit, I thought you were going to find me a cosplaying Star Lord next.”
He tilts my chin towards him and kisses me passionately.
“No, baby. Not this time. That’s how I’m getting you to attend the next comic con.”
A tingle runs through me at his words. Well, shit... I guess I’m going to become a fan of attending comic cons now.
The End