The Trouble with Three Husbands (Daughters of Venus 1)

“What is the problem, Connor?”

I realized my tone had gotten sterner and louder. I wasn’t being very nice to him. But then again, that was the fun. Later, in the house, I could be loving with him. Tonight was about pleasing me and about making sure he could handle what was in store. I could not take this timid, weak thing in front of me into my household. It wouldn’t do at all.

“I’m just…I’m nervous,” he said again.

“Take off your fucking pants right now,” I ordered. “Enough of this shy guy shit. One more piss poor excuse or wimpy whine and I’ll send you out of here and call on one of my husbands.”

“No, please,” he said.

He unbuckled his pants, unzipped them, and pulled them down along with his underwear. His cock poured out of his pants, the heaviness of it pulling it down, but the stiffness of it causing it to rise back up. He was ready already.

I reached down and took it in my hand, gripping it tightly, the smooth shaft clenched in my fist. I rubbed one thumb over the head, smearing a dab of pre-cum and sending a jolt of electricity through his body. His back hunched for a second. I smiled, nearly laughed.

I moved his dick around in my hand and inspected it. He looked clean. He could use a little trimming but overall he looked taken care of. I would make use of this hard, glorious cock this night.

“Do you know what to do with that?” I asked.

“I do,” he said timidly.

He realized his mistake.

“I am going to make love to you, my Dove.”

I cocked my head to the side letting him know I wasn’t convinced.

“I’m going to drive it inside of you, fuck you like the queen you are, and plant the seed of a daughter in your womb,” he said as he picked me up.

I barely had time to wrap my legs around his waist before he’d slammed me down on the bed.

Now this is more like it.

Connor was sloppy at first, kissing every inch of my body but in no discernable pattern, just random wet smacks from my feet to my neck and everywhere between. I let him play for a while. I let him have his fun. He was doing what he’d fantasized about doing for so long and why should I deny him that opportunity to kiss and caress my entire body?

For some reason he seemed to be avoiding my pussy like he was afraid of it or something.

Finally, after he dodged it again, I reached down and grabbed his blond curls, steadying his face in my grip. I pulled, forcing him to look up into my face.

“My God you’re beautiful,” he said.

“Do you know anything about a woman’s anatomy?” I asked him.

“Yes, of course,” he answered. “Why? Am I doing something wrong?”

“You’re doing good,” I promised him. “But you could be doing so much better. You see that spot right there between my legs? The spot that’s burning with heat right now? The spot that is soaking wet and just waiting for you to give it some attention?”

He glanced down so that he was looking straight at it.

“Yes,” he said.

“I want you to stick out your tongue and lick it gently.”

He stuck out is surprisingly wide tongue and moved in. I reached down and pointed at my clit, taking it between two fingers, holding onto it until his tongue reached it.

“Lick me here,” I directed.

And he did. Suddenly he caught on. He seemed hungry for me. I kept my hands between my thighs, stretching out my pussy lips to feel the slight pain that I loved as he went to work on my clit, lapping at me gently, then harder and harder.

“Yes, like that,” I said.