Renewing Their Vows

“Her?”

I grunt in affirmation, dropping my mouth to her temple. “I have to picture you in order to…perform. I picture myself down the hall on top of you, pushing your pink panties to the side and hurrying, hurrying to get a nut before we’re caught…”

By the time I finish speaking, Grace is panting. Her hands are fisted in the front of my shirt. This is her drug. This is a game we were born to play together, but we’ve only just reached the pinnacle and her reaction is breathtaking. “I…please. Please.”

She might be pretending I’m the man who raised her, but it’s her husband who knows what she needs. What she’s asking for. And I have no choice but to give it. Take it. We’re practically fucking right here in the middle of the dark bar, her hips beginning to roll hungrily, faster and faster. I need to get her somewhere to complete the game and give us the relief we’re desperate for. Now.

There is only one option for immediate privacy. I set Grace on her feet and guide her there now, my hand clamped around her wrist. There are two men in the bathroom when I pull her inside, but thankfully they’ve just finished zipping up. One look at my face and they move faster, hightailing it out of the restroom. Not a second passes after their departure until I spin Grace around to face the door. She’s whimpering as she presses her palms to the surface, my hands busy yanking up her flimsy skirt and shoving down her panties.

With her bare ass on display in the men’s room, I rake two hands down the beauty of it, separating her cheeks to get a look at her puckered hole, spitting on it. Growling into her neck while unzipping my jeans and drawing out my pulsing cock.

“You’re still grounded,” I grunt into her neck, kicking her ankles apart. Guiding my dick between her legs and shoving the tip home, making her wait several seconds, until she’s clawing at the door, before ramming the remainder of it home, my balls winging up to slap her drenched sex. And I don’t bother trying to trap her loud cry. No one can hear unless their ear is pressed up against the door—and I’m not sure I would give a shit right now, anyway, because fuck, she’s so tight. Such a tight little princess, dancing around in her high heels and whining about the size of me. Trying to wiggle me free of her cunt. But that’s not happening now. “Yeah, you heard me. You’re grounded. Straight home after school to give Daddy his due. I’m going to sit down to dinner smelling like wet young pussy.”

“She’s going to know,” Grace chokes out.

My left hand curls around her throat. “So be it. I’m tired of pretending you don’t make me stone-stiff every time you walk into the room.” I trail that hand down the front of her body, fingertips journeying over her hard nipples, until it ends up between her thighs. There, I tease her swollen clit slowly, eliciting a sob. Then faster and faster as I begin to thrust. I buck into her like a beast, pushing her up on tiptoes, her ass jiggling in my lap every time I hit home. “God help me, I’m going to need to pull over and fuck you again before we get home.”

Grace’s pussy squeezes, her hand slapping against the bathroom door and warm moisture floods down around the place where our sexes meet. After days of not experiencing the satisfaction of making her come, I’m almost dizzy with triumph. Relief. My body and my heart burn with gratitude, her juices making it easier to pump into her tight cunt. I go for broke now, razing my teeth up and down the side of her neck, slapping my cock home, my hands tightly gripping her hips now, yanking her back to meet my thrusts, snarling nasty shit into her ear, the kind of words that only belong in the bathroom of a bar. Not between a husband and a wife who worship one another. But she moans, loving them. Encouraging me.

“Look how bad you need dick, horny girl. Little fiend. Out in that short skirt, begging for this cock. Climbing all over me, fucking me through my jeans. You’re Daddy’s tight little brat, aren’t you? Are you my tight little brat?”

“Yes,” she wails through clenched teeth, the ripple of her sex telling me she’s coming again. Harder than she first time. Her thighs are quaking, her voice cracking.

“Look at you. Of course you’ve already popped off twice.” I reach for her hair and wrap it around my fist, tugging her head back until I can see her fevered eyes. “You’re used to getting this dick like clockwork, aren’t you, Gracie?” My heart climbs up into my throat, all pretenses drop, the game over. Over. All that’s left is my insanity. The agony of being without her. “My sweet…my sweet perfect wife, I miss you. I miss you so much, I’m losing my mind. Being away from you is fucking killing me.” I groan these words into her neck as I’m climaxing, my cock sunk to the hilt, my hips pinning her lower body to the door. Jesus. Jesus. Ejaculating inside of her is like being resurrected, my eyes rolling back in my head, jaw slack, balls pulling and jerking with the release of semen. This is home. She’s my home. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” I reach down between her legs and rub my fingers in our mingled fluids, painting the moisture all over her smooth pussy. “This is mine. Until the world ends. Until the sun goes black. This belongs to me. Say you understand.”