“My God, you horny little doll,” I mutter, guiding my cock to her back entrance, easing it in gently, the utter clench of the channel robbing me of sight, of the ability to breathe. “Relax,” I growl, panting, sweating. “Show Papa how much you love him.”
Her moan is a twisted, audible proof that she loves our games even more today than she did the first time, her fingers clawing the yoga mat. “Your come is your way of getting your love inside me, Papa, right? That’s what you told me.”
“That’s right,” I say raggedly, sinking it to the hilt and listening to her resulting gasp into the mat. “That’s my good listener.”
I grit my teeth and pump once, my balls crushing up between her young, parted ass cheeks. Her hips rock quicker and quicker underneath me and without looking, I know her fingers are busy on her clit—and that she’s close. Her halting whimpers of my name tell me so. Desperate to experience her pleasure, I reach between us and knock her hand out of the way, pumping three thick fingers into her pussy and fucking them in and out, her moisture slicking down my knuckles. “You’re everywhere. You’re everywhere,” she wails, starting to tremble, then shaking violently. “Take it all. Own it all.”
“I do own this. All of it,” I growl in her ear, pumping one more time into her ass and delivering my spend, her pleasure squirting into my hand at the same time, our bodies rutting on the floor like animals, grinding out the pleasure, teeth sinking into flesh, feet digging into the ground for purchase. Jesus Christ. Every time I have my wife is better than the last and this time is definitely no exception. As wave after wave of relief passes through me, I can only hold on to her, my sweetest treasure, and thank the fates for bringing her to me.
“Five years,” I say in her ear. “Sixty to go, my love.”
And I feel her beautiful smile against my forearm. “My dreams came true.”
THE END