Page 118 of The Pact
“I’m gonna come,” I pant. “And when I do, I want you to hold it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow.”
She moans around my cock, and the vibration of it sets me off.
I hold her head in my hands as I fill her mouth. My head tips back, and I close my eyes, and I swear I’ve never come this hard.
When I look down at her, she’s watching me, mascara running down her cheeks, and her spit, mixed with my cum, drips down her chin to her neck.
I pull my dick out slowly. “Keep it in, wife.”
She shivers. Her hands rub my thighs, and I can tell she’s turned on.
I move my hands from her head to cup her face. Then I wipe away some of the mascara and continue a path from her mouth, down her chin, and settle my thumbs on either side of her throat, stroking softly.
“I want to feel you swallow my cum.”
She nods slightly.
“Now.”
Her head drops back just enough to keep my cum from spilling out of her mouth. And then she drinks me in, and I feel her throat move under my thumbs.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe. “My wife.”
When she’s done, her hand comes up to her mouth, and she wipes the corners of her mouth with her fingers.
She looks wrecked in the most beautiful way.
“My turn.”
I stand and lift her from the floor, my hands finding the lace covering her ass. I carry her two steps to the center of the bed, pull down the comforter, and lay her against the high-thread-count sheets that feel like water against our skin.
I stand and take hold of the lace at her hips and rip it off her body.
“Saint! Do you know how much those cost?”
“Don’t care. I’ll buy you more.”
It’s my turn to kneel before her. I grab her behind the knees and pull her closer to me, putting her pussy directly in my face. I can see how wet she is, and I can smell her sweet musk.
I open her legs wider and rest my hands on her mound to hold her in place.
And then … I feast.
I flatten my tongue and lick from her hole to her clit, and then I suck it into my mouth. Her back arches when I do, and then her hands are in my hair.
“Oh my God. That feels so good.”
“I’ve got you.” My voice vibrates against her pussy.
I lick, swirl, and thrust my tongue in and out of her.
Her nails are digging into my scalp, and there’s a good chance she’s drawing blood, but I’m not stopping until she comes.
When I add a finger, her hips buck, joining my rhythm.
I feel her start to clench around my finger, and her body tenses. I add another finger and continue thrusting in and out. I swirl my tongue around her clit, and then just as she starts to come, I suck her clit into my mouth again.
When the pressure from her nails on my head eases, I stop my fingers and release her clit. Then I kiss her pussy, and make my way up her body.
