I slide my hand along her thigh, dusting my fingertips along her soft, bronzed skin. Her breath catches when I dip my fingers into her slick pussy, stroking between her lips with deliberate care, so slowly and gently that it’s almost cruel. Her hips rise, silently pleading for more.
“Are you still aching for Daddy?” I teasingly ask.
She nods, wide-eyed. “Yes.”
“Always such a needy little girl.”
I press my cock against her entrance and still, teasing her with the weight of me. Cupping her cheek, I brush my thumb across her bottom lip. “Are you ready for me to make you mine all over again?” I ask with a soft whisper. “Ready for Daddy to show you how he’s going to treat his pussy for the rest of your life?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes, so sweet and desperate. “Please.”
I slide into her in one long, slow stroke, groaning at the way her pussy clenches around me—wet, hot, and welcoming. Her back arches, and she moans as fingers fist the sheets.
“Fuuuuck, firecracker,” I grit. “So tight forme. And so perfect.”
I set a slow pace, rolling my hips against her, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her open. Taking my time and repeatedly filling her with languid strokes, I savor it. Savorher. Because tonight isn’t just about claiming her, it’s about worshipping her.
Her hands slide up my back and cling to my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin like she’s afraid I’ll vanish if she lets go. I lean down and kiss her. Our tongues tangle as I claim her mouth in the same slow, deliberate way I’m taking her pussy.
“My sweet wife…” I growl against her lips. “I’m going to make sure you feel me for days.”
“Do it,” she gasps. “Show me.”
I snap my hips harder, dragging a strangled cry from her throat. Her legs wrap around my waist, anchoring me to her as I bury myself in her cunt over and over. The slap of skin on skin fills the room as her moans grow louder with every stroke.
“You love being fucked by your husband, don’t you?”
“Yes—yes—I love it?—”
I reach between us, rubbing slow circles over her clit, my thrusts growing sharper as her cries pitch higher. Her body tenses under me, she’s so fucking close to falling apart for me.
“Be my good girl and come for me,” I softly demand. “Come on my cock like a good fuckingwife should.”
She shatters, her whole body convulsing, crying out my name like a vow and a curse. Her walls clamp down on me, and I fight desperately not to lose it and spill inside her.
I spend the hours pleasing her with my mouth, fingers, and cock, using her pussy and throat until she’s a sweaty, whimpering mess. “Just a little bit more,” I encourage,grabbing a small container of lube that the hotel so generously provided at my request.
After slathering it over my cock and carefully rubbing some into her asshole, I claim the last inch of my wife. I ease into her tight hole and pull her back to my chest, spooning her. I take her slowly, rubbing my fingers over her overstimulated clit, making sure she enjoys every stroke of my cock.
A gorgeous, garbled groan rattles from her lungs when she comes for me again. “Does my dirty girl like Daddy deep in her ass?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you think you can handle more, firecracker? Because Daddy wants to fuck your ass. Hard.”
She hesitates for a second before answering, “Yes.”
Staying deep inside her, I roll us until she’s on her stomach. I pull her hips into the air and increase the pace of my thrusts. She takes them with ease, like every inch of her was made to be used by me. I fuck her hard. My hips slam against her toned ass until she’s fisting the sheets, her thighs are trembling, and she’s screaming her release into the pillow.
I drive into her one last time, spilling inside her with a groan torn from the depths of my chest. My head drops to the back of her shoulder, our bodies locked together in the most primal, perfect way.
After a long moment, I pull out of her slowly, careful not to hurt her. She winces, her entire body sore from overstimulation.
“You did so good for me,” I whisper against the sweaty nape of her neck with a kiss. “So fucking good.”
I quickly clean her, wiping the salty sweat and cum from her skin before climbing back into bed with her. Rolling onto my side, I gather her against my chest. With a deep sigh, she melts into me, her skin flushed and her heart still racing.
I press soft kisses to her temple, down to her cheek, then to the corner of her lips. She turns her head slightly, nuzzling closer.
