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“Come for me, angel,” I purred before blowing on the bundle of nerves between my wife’s delicious thighs. I crooked two fingers inside her pussy to rub against her most sensitive spot, and that was all it took for her to break apart with a cry of pleasure.
Before she came down from the high of her orgasm, I moved up her body and slid my cock into her drenched, pulsing heat. “Fuck,” I groaned. “So damn tight.” After four babies and taking my big cock for over twenty years, I didn’t know how she could still feel like a damn virgin. “Squeeze that pussy, baby.” Her walls clamped down even harder, and I shouted, “Fuck, yes!”
“Jonah,” she moaned as she bucked her hips, begging for another release.
“You want to come, angel?”
She nodded frantically and wrapped her legs around my waist tight as a vise grip. “Yes. Please!”
In the next instant, I’d pulled out, flipped her over, and drawn her up onto her hands and knees before plunging back inside. Then I held perfectly still with a firm grip on her hips so she couldn’t move either. She whimpered in protest when she tried to push back, and I wouldn’t give an inch.
“I already let you come once without making you pay for your little defiance today, angel,” I snarled. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice that you weren’t wearing a bra, Penelope?”
She turned her head, and her gorgeous blue eyes landed on my face. Her expression was the picture of innocence, and I almost laughed. Damn, I loved this woman. More and more every day. And I didn’t see that ever changing.
“What did I promise would happen if you disobeyed me, angel?”
The look on her face slipped, and she licked her lips as she watched me with anticipation. “I guess I earned a spanking,” she mewled. She bit her lip but couldn’t completely suppress the lift at the corners of her mouth.
My eyes narrowed into a glare. “It’s a lot less effective when you look forward to your punishment, angel,” I groused. She opened her mouth to speak, but I chose that moment to give each ass cheek a hard smack, and she yelped instead.
Fire burned in her gaze, and she licked her lips again, making me wish that pink tongue was running around my cock instead of her mouth. Shivers raced down my spine, causing my balls to draw up and tingle with the need to come.
I bent over Penelope and put my hand on her neck, pushing her face down into the bed. Then I spanked her luscious ass until it was cherry red, and I knew it would smart every time she sat down the next day.
Every time I slapped her ass, her inner muscles would massage my cock, milking me closer and closer to orgasm. Between that and her cries of passion, she was quickly fraying the thin threads of my control. I wasn’t going to last any longer. I slipped both hands under her torso to cup her tits and lifted her up onto her knees so her back was molded to my chest. I started pumping fast and hard while I twisted and plucked her nipples. Fire swept through my body, and just before I shattered, I brought the flat of my palm down on her pussy. Penelope threw her head back and screamed my name. One more drive all the way home and I roared as come exploded from my cock. I released round after round of my thick cream and already felt it leaking from my wife’s pussy and dripping down my shaft.
If she hadn’t been on birth control, I had no doubt I would have gotten her pregnant with the force of my orgasm and amount of come filling her womb. Sometimes, I really missed seeing her round and swollen with our children, and a tiny part of me would wish I could have it again.
But it didn’t matter that I was no longer trying to get her pregnant because I always felt the satisfied roar of the possessive Neanderthal inside whenever I marked her pussy with my essence. It was even enough to set off another small orgasm.
“I love you so fucking much, angel,” I panted with my face buried in the crook of her neck.
“I love you too, Jonah,” she mumbled as her body began to go limp. I chuckled as she slid off my cock to collapse bonelessly down onto the bed. Then she snuggled into the covers and yawned. I pushed her hair out of her face and gently kissed her temple before climbing off the bed and going into the bathroom to clean up. Instead of returning with a warm, damp cloth to wipe away the proof that she belonged to me, I spent a few minutes rubbing it into her skin. If she would have let me, I would have sprayed her with my come and rubbed it all over her every morning. I loved knowing she was wearing me and smelled like me. She was mine, and I wanted every fucker out there to know it.