“Babe,” I growl and grab handfuls of her round, supple flesh before dropping to my knees to stuff my face full of her sweet-smelling cunt… Where I gorge and get drunk on her scent.
A low rumble battles in my chest as I tongue fuck her wet pussy until I make her come. Not once. Not twice. Not even three times. Or four. My old lady writhes and gasps the sexiest little sounds as I take what’s mine.
Swiping my tongue down to her clit, I suck the bud into my mouth.
“Big!” she cries out.
I growl and suck harder.
When Bink’s legs quake, I smile like the fuckin’ devil, knowin’ damn well she’s on the brink again. It doesn’t take much. I know her. Her heart. Her mind. Her body. Her fuckin’ soul.
It’s mine.
All of it.
“Big!” she screeches as I lash that bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue. Her entire form tightens as she shatters again. Needing her cunt to milk me dry so she can walk around full of cum for the rest of the day, I quickly get to my feet, line up behind her, and welcome myself home, wrapped in her slick heat. Bink arches as I claim what’s mine over the stupid mushroom. This is what she fuckin’ gets for havin’ me wrapped around her finger, for ownin’ me, for makin’ me weak… for plannin’ this silly party.
Wrapping my fist around her pretty blonde hair, I spank her cheeks with my free hand and force her back to arch. A whimpered cry leaks from her throat as she clenches around my shaft.
“Oh. You like that, Sugar Tits?” I snarl and spank her again. Crimson blooms across her luscious cheeks as I take turns feeding her deep strokes and turning her bottom into hot coals, sure to bruise tomorrow. If she can sit down, it’ll be a miracle. It’s nothing less than she deserves for doin’ more shit behind my back, when I need to focus on keeping her, our daughter, my brothers, and their families whole. They’re what matters. Not stupid parties.
“Big,” she whimpers, strangling my cock. “Please. I… I’m”
Grinding my molars to keep from coming, I pull her hair ‘tilI know it hurts and force her to look at me over her shoulder. “No, Sugar Tits. We’re not fuckin’ done.”
Her unshed tears glisten like diamonds, and I grin, bottoming out with a brutal thrust, forcing her to sob as she takes all of me. Her eyes roll into the back of her skull.
I release her hair, grip her hips, and destroy my old lady.
I fuck her until her legs give out. I fuck her through her tears and delirious orgasms. When I’m on the edge of busting, I spit on her tight backdoor and finger her there, while I wait for the need to pass. Brothers, knowin’ what’s good for them, stay the hell away.
“You like when I play with your pretty little ass, Sugar Tits?” I snarl, plunging in and out of that tight ring.
“Yes,” she sobs.
“You about ready to apologize?”
“Fu—fuck… you.”
A dangerous laugh bubbles out of my throat. “Oh. That’s how it is, huh?” I taunt, but don’t wait for her answer. There’s no need. This stubborn siren never backs down. To teach her a lesson, I withdraw, tuck my cock away, scoop her into my arms, and carry my exhausted woman to my office, where I lay her on top of my desk and quickly rip every stitch of her clothing from her body.
She doesn’t fight me.
Not that she’d win if she tried.
Staring down at her, at what I own, at what I get to spend the rest of my life with, I roll one of her nipples between my fingers. “You’re a pain in my ass.”
She flips me off. It’s lazy and half-assed… and maybe a little cute. But don’t tell her I said that.
I smirk when she waves that middle fingeraround like she’s conducting an orchestra. My cock, yeah, he likes it. The bastard twitches, lovin’ her sass. Lovin’ everythin’ about her.
Fuck. She’s everything.
Just look at her, blonde hair spilled over my desk, tattoo on her ribs, and a pair of full tits that fed our kid… Fuck! They’re so goddamn sexy, and that pussy… don’t even get my started on that pussy.
I lick my lips and reach between her thighs, where I play for a while and watch her come apart at the seams. I know she can take it. She always does. Whatever I want, I take. Whatever I need, she gives. I don’t deserve her. I never have. But fuck if I care.
“Ya know, if I wasn’t so goddamn old, I’d put another baby in you, the right way this time,” I whisper and Bink cups my hand, holding it to her center, where I slide two fingers. A knot forms in my throat, making it hard to breathe as I touch her. My… woman. The only one I’ve ever wanted. “Christ. You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I croak, staring at her in awe.
