My Peace (Beautifully Broken 5)

“You like?” I ask against her lips, and my voice is husky. I want her already. My wife knows just what to do to make me crazy.

“Oh, I do,” she assures me. “But you’re not finished yet. You have to work for your dinner.”

She straddles my face, and her muskiness is all around me, and I breathe it in. She’s wet and warm and God, she’s delicious. I lick at her, making circles with my tongue before I plunge it back inside of her. I fuck her with it, over and over, licking, sucking, fucking. Even though I can’t see, I know she’s limp. I can feel it.

I want to cup her ass with my hands, but I’m restrained. I chafe at my ties, but they won’t budge. Mila laughs.

“Nope.”

She un-straddles me, and then she’s gone… but she’s back soon enough. Her mouth is running up and down the length of my hard shaft, and I suck in a deep breath.

“Jesus.”

She breathes onto me, hot and moist, and my dick throbs hard inside her mouth. She glides along the shaft, then slips the head into her mouth, sucking sucking sucking, and then she’s out again… and licking at my balls. She sucks them lightly, just how I like it, and good lord, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be inside her more than I do at this moment.

“Please, babe,” I tell her. “Please let me be inside of you.”

And just like that, she carefully straddles me again, careful not to jar my knee, and I’m plunging deep inside of her. She takes all of me on the first plunge, and I groan with the pure ecstasy of it. There’s nothing like that first plunge, hot and wet and tight.

I swallow hard, and she rocks gently, then more and more forcefully… quicker and quicker, and then she gives me sweet release.

I groan as I spurt inside of her, and her muscles clench, as though she’s trying to suck it all up, trying to take it all and keep it.

“God,” I finally say. “You’re so fucking hot, babe.”

“I’m glad you think so,” she says in satisfaction and she unties my blindfold.

“Are you ok?” I ask her quickly. “No blood?”

She nods. “I’m fine. No blood.”

Relief rushes through me, and I notice that my knee is throbbing again. I’d strained against it more than I’d thought because I was distracted by the ecstasy of sex. Now that it’s finished, the pain is emerging, worse than ever.

Son of a bitch.

“Let’s get you home,” she tells me as she unties my hands and feet.

I sit up. “Don’t we need to clean this up?”

“No. Natasha is doing it. I don’t have enough time with you. I don’t want to waste it cleaning.”

I can’t believe she’s actually letting someone else do something for her, but I can’t fault her logic. It seems that lately we just don’t have enough time together.

We make our way to her SUV, and I pause.

“Babe? You’ll have to drive. I can’t really drive right now.”

Mila glances at my knee. “Holy shit, I didn’t even think of that. Are you ok right now?”

“Of course,” I lie. “I just can’t really push down the accelerator. Other than that, I’m fine.”

I open her driver’s side door for her, and she climbs in.

As I limp around the back, I take two more pills.

I’m down to twenty-two.

I chew them before I get into the truck.