“Um…” Her body shakes. With my wet fingers, I swat her ass.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“You’re not wearing panties.”
“So what?”
“So what? Do you think I’d let anyone else see what belongs to me?”
“No, but the party isn’t for a couple of hours.”
“So you’re only teasing me.”
“Always.” I spank her ass again. “Hey. What was that for?” She wiggles her ass at me.
“Because you need it.”
“Yes, I do.” I thrust two fingers into her pussy and feel her sopping wet cunt suck up my digits, gripping them hungrily.
“You like this, don’t you? You like being punished out here in the backyard. I’m about to give you more punishment.” I pump my finger deeper, listening to the sounds of her sweet, squishy, sticky slit mesh with her moans as she rides my hand until she cries out.
“You call that a punishment?”
“Oh no. That’s not punishment.”
“You’re going to please me on your knees and maybe I won’t charge you with being a brat.” I spin her around and slam her back against the wall, pressing my mouth firmly across hers for a rough kiss before pulling back. I free her hands and then grip her throat. “Do you understand me, missy? You’re going to suck my cock, and maybe I’ll let you off the hook.”
“Oh no, Officer,” she pleads with a soft roll of her eyes.
“It’s Sheriff. And yes, you are. You got yourself in this mess.” I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck off her juices. She clenches her thighs together, getting hot and bothered again, and I know this will end up in a book for sure. I reach over and grab a lounge chair cushion and set it on the ground.
“But…”
“Knees.” She kneels on the cushion with a smile on her face, and I free my cock from my shorts. My wife, who sucks my cock like she’s trying to win a competition every fucking day, pretends like she doesn’t have a clue what to do with it. “Are you going to make me fuck your mouth for you, pretty little girl?”
“I don’t know how.”
“Another little lie. Open your mouth. I’m going to make sure you learn to do as I say.” Yeah, right. It hasn’t worked in a damn year. It never will.
She shakes her head. I grab her face, forcing her mouth open. “Open.” This time she does and sticks out her tongue. “Such a brat. Damn, I think you want me to fuck that mouth.” I push the tip past her lips slowly until she takes me halfway, and then I pull out. Her greedy ass tries to reach for my cock, but I stop her. “Hands.” I bend down and grab her wrists, bending her elbows with her hands behind her back.
“Not fair.”
“You’ve been a bad girl. You’re going to get your pretty mouth fucked and then I’m going to bend you over and thoroughly fuck that little hole of yours.”
“You’re an animal.”
“Damn right. Now keep that smart mouth open.” She does and I slide my cock back inside, working my dick in and out until she’s slobbering all over it, sucking on me like she loves. I pick up the pace, gripping her hair while holding onto her wrists, sending my length down her throat. I know I’m about to nut so damn hard, which she’d love, but just as I’m about to come, I pull off.
“Up.” I release my hold on her and then help her to her feet. Spinning her back to the wall, I lift her right leg and hook it around my forearm and then slam my cock into her from behind. “You’re fucking mine. This pussy is mine, and that means no one gets to see you without panties, wife.”
“Yes, Whit.” She rolls her ass back onto my length.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? You like being my little troublemaker. You like when I have you at my mercy, don’t you?” I ask, pinching her perfectly hard nipples.
“Always, Sheriff. Fuck,” she cries out.
“Watch that mouth,” I growl, spanking her ass.
“I’m going to come.”
“Then come for me.” I bite on her shoulder, pumping into her slick sheath and gripping onto her luscious tits that haven’t gotten enough of my attention today because they’re covered, but I’ll make up for it later when I mark them up and come all over them tonight.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I roar, slamming hard as I fuck into her womb, shooting my nut into her like never before. Holy fuck. I don’t know what the hell just happened, but when she called me Daddy, my mind went straight to getting her pregnant. I want to unload all my seed in her.
When I pull out and spin her around, I ask, “Where did that come from?”
She blushes. “It was in a book I read. The heroine says it to the hero right before she tells him that he’s going to be a father.”