Page 49 of Babies for the Boss
“What are you—Molly, get back on your feet.”
“I’m perfectly comfortable on my knees.” And with that, her tongue slicks around the head of my cock. I let out a breath, trying to enjoy the feel of her there, but it’s hard to concentrate when my head is full of other things.
A traitor. In my ranks.
But Molly’s hot, wet mouth sucks me back into this moment with her. I weave my fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head to guide her up and down my shaft out of instinct. That silky, wet heat puts me in mind of other things.
“I want to be inside you.”
Yet she keeps at me.
“Do you think sucking my cock will stop me from fucking you?”
At that, she looks up, her mouth still full. She shakes her head, then keeps going.
I hiss, “Fuck, pet, if you’re going to do it, do it harder.”
With that, she amps up the pressure, feeling as if she might suck my cock clean from my body. It hurts in just the right way, and I shove myself deeper into her throat. I’m on the edge?—
No. Not like this.
I pull from her mouth, yank her to her feet, and rip her robe open, exposing her perfect body. Even with just the pale moonlight and the city lights, I see every soft inch of her, and she threatens to steal my breath.
This happens every time I see her naked. I don’t think that will ever change.
“This is my wedding night, pet.” I pick her up and start to carry her. “I will have my way with you.”
Her breath catches. “Am I always to be your pet? I thought I was your wife.”
“You are deliciously, confoundingly both.”Just as you always have been, if not in law, then in my heart.
I sit on the nearest piece of furniture—the den’s dark green velvet sofa—and arrange her onto my lap until I feel her in the right position. “Ride my cock, wife.”
“How crass, husband,” she teases.
I laugh, then grab her hips and thrust upward, breaching her pussy. She gasps, pushing herself toward me to take more. My wife always wants more, and I always want to give it to her.
Molly takes my shoulders to brace, and then she takes over from there, working herself down my shaft until I’m as deep as I can go. She whispers in the dark, “Fuck.”
“As you wish.” I pop my hips up while I press her ass down, making her take a fraction of an inch more.
Her gasps vibrate in my soul. We work together, wet and breathy sounds filling the room. Her head tosses back when I feel her pussy pulse against me, and those exquisite tits of hers surround my face. I bury myself there, holding her close as she comes on my cock.
Can’t breathe. Don’t care.
When she finally slows, I pull her down for a deep kiss, my tongue taking over her mouth until she’s filled with me twice. I grip those big hips tighter, shoving her back and forth to ride me now that she no longer has the strength to do so.
Her body’s gone nearly limp against me, still throbbing on my shaft. She makes these little helpless sounds, almost like pleas, as I make her body ride me.
“You’re going to come again for me, wife.”
“Can’t—”
“The first lie of our marriage.”
I pump harder and harder into her, until I can’t take it anymore, and flip her onto her back on the length of the sofa. One leg over my shoulder, the other over the back of the couch. That way, I can drive into her and press against her sweet little clit at the same time.
She’s nearly in fits beneath me. “Oh god, oh—fuck! Husband, now!” Her nails rake down my back as she comes again, and that’s when my restraint vanishes completely.
