Page 13 of Dirty Puck

“I’ll tell you exactly what I want from you,” he says and I nod, eagerly waiting to hear his command. “I want you to come the second I ram my cock inside you. I want to feel every pulse of this tight pussy of yours. Then I’m going to fill you up and we’re going to make another baby.”

For a split second, there’s hesitation in his forceful gaze. But like usual, he’s reading my mind, my very heart. I writhe against his fingertips.

“Yes,” I whisper. “All of that.”

Tears fill my eyes as he smiles, but the emotion is soon swept away by primal pleasure as he presses hard and then shoves his big cock deep. My scream gets swallowed by his kiss and I claw wildly at his shoulders, letting each delicious shockwave take me.

He drops his forehead to my neck and I hold on as he spills his seed inside me with a satisfied roar. I arch against him as his movements slow, that sweet pressure building all over again. He senses my new desire and, with a smug grin, slides his fingers between us, working my clit until I’m panting again.

“Go ahead, Harley,” he tells me. “You still have time.”

I’m so wrapped up in my husband’s prowess, I forget I have children that need a ride home. He laughs at my shock, still circling and stroking as he nuzzles my neck. The next orgasm hits and I shudder against his touch, melting into a heap beneath him.

“How do you do that?” I ask, wrapping my trembling arms around him.

“I’m going to do it again if you don’t get up and get dressed,” he warns. Sure enough, I can feel his cock rising against me already, but he regretfully pulls away. “After we put the kids to bed,” he promises. “And then all night long.”

I hurry to get dressed, pausing as I pull on my skirt to press my palm against my stomach. I have a wonderful feeling that, pretty soon, our lives are going to change even more than Scott’s retirement.

And I can’t wait.

~The End