Lara (Reynolds Ranch)

“Now that I’m here, what would my darling husband like?”

“I’d love for you to unleash my cock from its confines and slide it between those sexy lips.” I love the way her face lights up. Her tiny hands work my zipper down and she pulls out my thick length, stroking it while keeping her focus on me.

“Mine.” I love the way her voice is so possessive as she grips my shaft, owning me. Her tongue swipes over the tip, licking the bead of pre-cum and swirling it around before taking more of me down her throat. Gripping her hair, I hold tight and brace myself for the intense blow job my wife grants me. I groan with every suck as her cheeks hollow out. She moans around my thickness, and the sound is almost too much to bear.

“That’s a good girl, take me down as deep as you can go, Lara.” She does her best to take all of me down, but I don’t want her choking so I pull her off. “Enough. Get on all fours. This is going to be hard and fast.”

“Yes, Mr. Black.” She turns around, shaking her ass in my face. Groaning, I loosen my tie and lift it over my head. Reaching forward, I dip my fingers under her silky panties and into her wet silt. She shivers and rolls her ass upward. My dress shirt takes fucking forever to unbutton with one hand because I refuse to take away the pleasure she’s getting from my touch. Her whimpering and humming turns me on almost as much as her mouth on me.

“Time to take what I’ve wanted all night. Do you know how tempting you looked to all the men out there?” I ask, slapping her right ass cheek and then her left, watching them jiggle. “I never wanted to rip so many eyes out of their sockets.”

“I don’t care about any other men,” she says, rubbing her pussy on my fingers, gliding it back and forth, getting what she needs.

“That’s good, baby, because you’re mine.” I pull them out and earn a disappointed huff. “Calm down, Lara. My cock wants inside you, but first we need to dispose of these.” I grip the hem of the undies and give a good, firm tug, tearing them. She doesn’t even bother to complain after all these years because it’s a pointless argument. I’ll just buy her more to destroy.

Gripping my cock, I pat her ass with the stiff shaft, letting her feel how thick and hard I am for her. Rubbing it up and down her slit, I get the tip wet before I slide into her sweet hole with a grunt. My knees nudge hers open wider as I pump into her from behind. With my back straight, I hold onto her hips and fuck into her with even strokes, wanting her to feel my length while her fat ass bounces on me. The slapping of our flesh grows louder as sweat beads down both of us. My thumbs press into the dimples at the small of her back as I ride her.

“I love the way you feel wrapped around me, squeezing my cock like a greedy girl.”

“That’s because I can’t get enough of your big cock. Give it to me, Landon. I need it. Harder and faster. Pull my hair. Fuck me like you mean it.” I grip her hair and pull her head back, lifting her body higher and closer to me as I lean down, meeting her halfway.

“I always fucking mean it. I crave being inside you and hearing you cry out for me,” I grunt, slamming into her violently until she’s creaming all over my dick.

“Landon, yes. I’m coming,” she shouts, clawing at the carpet.

“Take every last drop because I’m going with you,” I huff, emptying my cum into her, spraying her walls. I fall back onto my heels and attempt to gain control of my breathing.

“Not every last drop. We’re not done yet. I want you all night long, husband.”

“I meant just this round. You have to earn the next dose, Mrs. Black.” I slap her ass and then move to my feet and stand. Once I’m steady, I bend and pick her up.

“I’m not ready to move,” she complains after just saying she could go all night.

“Well, tough. It’s shower time. Maybe a nice bubble bath, if you’re lucky.”

“I could go for that.” She sighs and then rests her head on my chest. Less than two minutes into our shower, I’m sure my love was all talk. Still, I’m more than happy. I could never ask for anything more in this life and the next.

After we’re nice and clean, I wrap her up in a fuzzy robe and carry her off to bed. Holding her is something I’ll never ever get enough of. Never. She’s my own personal security that I can’t live without.

THE END