Taking Back His Bride

Fuck I missed this.

He’s so big, and so throbbing, and that crown of his cock is so damn swollen and thick and bulbous. Glistening white precum beads at the tip, trickling down over his mushroomed head and running in little rivulets down his veined shaft. I whimper, and before I can even help it, one hand slides down between my own legs, stroking my pussy as I moan.

Brooks sees, and he groans, that fire blazing in his eyes.

“Touch your pussy for me, baby. Play with that naughty little cunt while you open that pretty mouth like a good girl and suck my fat cock.”

Fuuuck do I love when he talks like this. Brooks is tender, and loving, and kind, and doting. But in the bedroom, that dominant streak in him comes out, and it drives me fucking wild. I moan, rubbing my clit like he asks as I bring a hand up. My fingers tease over the hot, throbbing flesh of his cock, making him groan as it twitches under my fingertips. I wrap my small hand around him, panting at the way it doesn’t even fit all the way around. I stroke, lightly, back and forth, and when I lean in, my mouth starts to water.

I kiss his swollen head, making him grunt and making my pussy flood with more arousal at the taste of his precum. I whimper, letting my tongue swirl over his crown over and over, until he’s glistening with it. My lips press down, slowly opening and spreading as I sink my mouth down around his fat, gorgeous cock.

God did I miss this.

I moan deeply, rolling my clit under my fingertips as I slurp Brooks’ cock into my hot little mouth. My tongue strokes the underside of him, my cheeks hollow, and I moan deeply as I start to bob my mouth up and down. My lips stretch obscenely around him, and I can feel him pulsing and swelling inside my mouth as he groans in pleasure.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he groans, his hands sliding into my hair and tightening just enough to make me thrill. “Fuck I missed your mouth.”

“My mouth is all yours,” I moan quietly as I pull away, panting, my cheeks red and my eyes wild.

“Mine, huh?” he growls. His eyes blaze, and his hands tighten a little more in my hair, making my pulse jump.

“Yours,” I gasp.

“Then open that pretty mouth, angel. Open wide for me.”

I moan, nodding as my mouth opens for him. Both my hands are in my lap, rubbing my clit and teasing my opening as he pulls me forward and slowly starts to push his cock between my lips. He groans, abs rippling and muscles clenching as he pushes deeper into my mouth. My tongue teases his underside, and I suck wildly and wetly on him. He holds my hair as he pumps his muscled hips, fucking his cock in and out as both of our moans and the obscene wet slurping noises of my mouth on him fill the room.

I bring one hand up and cup his heavy, swollen balls, teasing them with my fingertips and feeling him tense and grunt, pumping his cock over my lips faster and a little deeper, making me thrill. I rub my clit, and my moans become constant as my gorgeous, dominant, loving, and incredible husband claims my mouth.

With a low growl, he pulls away, panting, his muscles clenched tight. A thin trail of spit hangs between my bottom lip and his swollen, glistening cock, and I ignore his pulling me away to push forward and slurp it up, giving his crown one last kiss.

“C’mere, angel,” he purrs as he pulls me up. I moan, rising up on my knees as Brooks leans down, cups my jaw, and kisses me fiercely. Hungrily. Hard enough to bruise my lips so deliciously.

He leans into me, pushing me back until with a giggled shriek, I tumble back across the bed. He sheds the rest of his clothes, and I go for my heels finally, but he grins wolfishly and shakes his head.

“Keep those on.”

I nod, panting as he stalks up onto the bed after me, moving over me. His muscles ripple and his eyes flash fire as he moves between my spread thighs, his hands on either side of my shoulders.

“I missed you so much,” I whisper softly.

Brooks’ eyes flash, and he leans down to brush my lips with his. “You had me hooked the second I saw you, angel,” he growls. “Hooked, addicted, obsessed.”

“Head over heels?” I whisper quietly—a line we used to use half-jokingly.

He just grins when I say it, and nods. “Head over fucking heels, baby.” He pushes his hips forward, and suddenly, the silly smile on my face fades to pure heat and bliss as I feel that thick cock head nudge across my slick, swollen lips.